After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

The moment he returned to Jinxing Pavilion, Qi Yufan knew that an acquaintance was here.

A silver sword blade passed through the crack in the door and quickly stabbed Qi Yufan.

Qi Yufan tilted his head, held the sword blade between his fingers, and said with a smile: "Yuyang, are you welcoming the master?"

The people in the room opened the door and came out, laughing, "Master, I knew I was my disciple right away."

Qi Yufan held Ye Nanchen in his left hand and Xue Yuyang in his right hand, asking, "Where have you been all these years?"

He still liked Xue Yuyang, and he was much more obedient than Ye Nanchen.

Xue Yuyang poured tea and said: "My disciple has been traveling in the lower world these years and is busy with affairs. He cannot come back as soon as the master comes back."

"It's okay, just come back. I've worked hard for you during these three years."

When Xue Yuyang smiled, his two small tiger teeth were exposed.

Qi Yufan took a sip of tea and said: "You came to Master as soon as you came back. I wonder if your father will be furious?"

He put down the cup and said, "Your father is not feeling well today. Go and see him. He misses you very much."

Xue Yuyang asked anxiously: "What's wrong with my father?"

"The master's face is pale. Xiaoying is taking care of the master. You don't have to come back these days. You can come back when the master's condition is stable."

"Yes, my disciple is leaving first." After the voice fell, the person had already flown far away.

Qi Yufan slumped on the desk. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't find a topic at all. They were all his apprentices, so why were they different? It's weird to talk.

Ye Nanchen hugged the person who was slumped on the desk into his arms, carefully considered the broken hair at the corner of Qi Yufan's ears, and said warmly: "Master, doesn't he have a disciple?"

"Yes, Nan Chen is the best." Qi Yufan turned around and rubbed the tip of Ye Nanchen's nose with the tip of his nose, and then lay on Ye Nanchen's shoulder, like a lazy kitten.

He touched the thin callus on Ye Nanchen's hand, clasped it gently, and said softly: "My waist feels uncomfortable, rub it."

He no longer doubted that men were not good at that.

"Okay" Qi Yufan could feel the thin calluses on Ye Nanchen's hands through his clothes, and the warmth spread to his waist, which was very comfortable.

*

Xue Qi had a good dream under the influence of Anshenxiang. In the dream, he dreamed about every detail of himself and Ah Qing. When he opened his eyes, it was just a dream.

Seeing that the person was awake, Lu Ying put down the medical book, poured a cup of tea, sat next to Xue Qi and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Xue Qi stood up and took a sip of tea, "I feel better."

Lu Ying asked in confusion: "By the way, why does the leader have aura disorder?"

Xue Qi leaned on the bed and looked at the beam and said, "I just feel so tired."

Lu Ying shook her head and sighed: "The leader is just too hard. He is busy here and there all day long. How much rest do you get?"

"Dad!" Xue Yuyang opened the door with a bang at the right time and entered, panting and looking a little embarrassed.

Before the two people in the room could react to this move, he rushed to Xue Qi and looked around for a long time.

Xue Qi was stunned for a long time. When he saw that it was his son, his eyes lit up. He lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, hugged him and said, "Yang'er"

"father"

Luying smiled and left. Before leaving, she glanced at the burned Anshen Incense and smiled.

Xue Yuyang's eyes were slightly red, "Is dad still feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, I'm just too tired." Xue Qi patted his son's sword, tears welling up in his eyes. It really seemed like he wiped away his tears, held Xue Yuyang's hand, and said, "Yang'er, dad dreamed of your mother. Yes, your mother misses us very much. She said it’s very cold there and she wants to come back and stay with us.”

"Dad," Xue Yuyang felt uncomfortable and choked with sobs, "You can't live in the past forever. Living in the past will only make it more uncomfortable. I believe that if mother was still alive, she would not want to see father like this."

His mother passed away after he was born. He had never met her, but he knew that his mother was the best and most gentle mother in the world.

"Your mother is the most beautiful and gentle woman in the world. No matter how good-looking she is, no one can compare to her eyes. Your mother is kind-hearted and a mysterious doctor who helps the world. She saves the poor people without taking any money, and she also uses her own money to provide them with housing. Your mother It is the light in dad's heart, the only light. When the light is gone, dad is in darkness." Every time Xue Qi talks about his lover, the love in his eyes will be unreservedly revealed, empty and lightless. Only then will there be color and clarity in the eyes.

His Ah Qing was everything to him, his life.

"Dad" Xue Yuyang felt sour in his heart. He knew that his father loved his mother deeply and was the only lover in his life.

Xue Qi patted his face a few times and said with a smile: "Yang'er came here because your master told you, right? Brat, you didn't even know to look at your dad first when you came back. It seems that your dad can't compare to your master. "respect"

After hearing this, Xue Yuyang burst into tears, sniffed a few times, shook Xue Qi's arm, and praised, "Dad is number one in Yang'er's heart. He is the best dad in the world. No one can compare with dad. He is so handsome." ,Yes or no?"

"Okay, stop boasting. Your dad is already old, so how can he still be handsome?"

Xue Yuyang came close to Xue Qi, rubbed his face and said: "Dad~, you see that Yang'er said goodbye to his master soon after he came back and came to stay with dad~, let Yang'er stay with dad these few days."

Xue Qi laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, how old are you? You still look like a child."

"Young children are just kids in front of dad." Xue Yuyang shook Xue Qi's arm and said, "By the way, dad, are the osmanthus flowers in the backyard still blooming?"

"Open it, and the wind will blow the whole house with the fragrance of osmanthus." Xue Qi was cheerful now.

"Okay, Yang'er, go take a look." Xue Yuyang let go and ran away happily. He wanted to make a plate of osmanthus cake with osmanthus.

After Xue Yuyang went out, Xue Qi's complexion worsened again. He held his head in pain with both hands and breathed rapidly. Black lines appeared faintly on his neck. The black lines disappeared half a second after they appeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Yang'er, don't blame dad, there's nothing he can do about it. Without your mother, dad would be worse off than dead every day, like a walking zombie. Dad misses your mother so much.

He went to the forbidden room and leaned against the ice coffin and said to himself: "Ah Qing, have you seen it? Yang'er looks a lot like you. Can you wake up? Wake up and take a look at our Yang'er. There is no Ah. The days of Qing Dynasty are really hard for Xue Lang. It has been twenty-five years. It’s been twenty-five years and it’s time to wake up.”

There were sobs in the huge forbidden room.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the backyard is blooming very well and has a rich fragrance.

The thread is not fragrant, but the cinnamon wine is wrapped around it. The red cherry blossoms are colorless and the waves are fine.

Xue Yuyang picked some better sweet-scented osmanthus. After picking it, he looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and touched the trunk with his hand. He put it against his head. This sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted by him and his father. He remembered that his father was still He said, 'Your mother loved the fragrance of osmanthus and enjoying the coolness under the bamboo forest, so her father planted a bamboo forest all over the cliff and built a bamboo forest house for your mother. When this sweet-scented osmanthus tree blooms, your mother will also smell it. When you smell it, you know we haven't forgotten her'.

"mother"

The wind blows, and the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree sway with the wind, and the tangy fragrance fills the nostrils.

*

Xue Yuyang pushed in the door with a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand. Seeing that his father did not take a good rest, but was dealing with a mountain of family affairs, he blamed him: "Why don't you take a good rest? Yang'er has grown up. Just leave it to Yang'er."

He put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, poured a cup of hot tea for his father, took the file from his father's hand and put it aside, squeezing his father's shoulders with both hands to make him relax.

Xue Qi said earnestly, "Yang'er, sometimes it's good not to be the leader. At least you won't miss something and won't have any regrets. No matter who takes the position of leader in the future, Yang'er will avoid it if he can, let alone fight with it”

Xue Yuyang asked in confusion: "Why did dad say this?"

"Dad, I just want to express my feelings." Xue Qi let go of his frown.

Xue Yuyang realized something was wrong and quickly changed the subject and pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of his father, "Dad, please try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Yang'er."

Xue Qi smiled on his vicissitudes of life, "Okay, Yang'er is determined."

The wind chime at the foot of the house rang several times, as if someone was stirring it.