Fall: Rebirth

Ling Han strolled leisurely in a peaceful garden of the Golden Dragon Clan. His eyes slowly scanned the surrounding scenery, and he knew in his heart that this was his mother's residence.

At this moment, a magnificent fountain came into view. Clear water cascaded down from a height like a silver thread, splashing layers of crystal clear water, interweaving into a dreamlike water curtain painting.

Ling Han couldn't help but step closer to the fountain, enjoying the coolness brought by the water. The happy times of his childhood came to his mind: he often played here at that time, and his mother would always smile gently and gaze at him lovingly.

At this moment, Ling Han couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, trying to touch the graceful and jumping water.

"You're so old, why are you still thinking about playing in the water?" Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice, as beautiful as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, floated into his ears, breaking Ling Han's thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in gorgeous clothes walking towards him gracefully.

Ling Han stared at the woman who was gradually approaching, his face filled with a mixture of astonishment and joy, and blurted out: "Mother!" Then, he strode towards the woman and threw himself into her warm arms without hesitation.

"You're this old, but you're still being affectionate and coquettish with your mother." Just as the mother and son were hugging each other, a male voice full of love but with a hint of teasing sounded.

Ling Han looked up and saw that it was his father, Ling Xiao, who had arrived.

Ling Xiao looked at Ling Han with eyes full of doting, then sat down at the stone table beside him and said, "Come, play chess with your father."

Ling Han reluctantly broke free from his mother's arms, and then played chess with his father.

Ling Han's mother was watching from the side, and from time to time she would use a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off the father and son. The family's faces were filled with happy smiles.

That day, Ling Han was practicing sword in the yard. His mother was watching him beside the stone table. Suddenly she noticed that the corner of his clothes was torn, so she asked him to take it off and helped him mend it.

Ling Han, who was practicing swordplay, stopped what he was doing when he heard his mother's words. He walked to his mother's side, sat down, took off his clothes obediently, and handed the damaged part to his mother.

Mother took the clothes, threaded the needle skillfully, and began to mend them. The sunlight shone on her body, as if she was covered with a layer of golden light.

Ling Han looked at his mother quietly, his eyes full of tenderness. He recalled that when he was a child, his mother would help him mend his clothes whenever they were torn. At that time, he would always stay by his mother's side, curiously watching the needle and thread shuttle through the fabric.

Now, he has grown up, but his mother's love remains the same.

At this time, Ling Xiao walked over as quietly as a cat, fearing that his footsteps would disturb his wife who was mending clothes.

Ling Han turned his gaze towards his father and asked in confusion, "Dad, why did you come back so early today?"

"Well, I came back as there was nothing important." Ling Xiao slowly sat down opposite Ling Han.

"You two father and son, just chat. I'll go cut some fruit for you." The mother put down the clothes in her hands and stood up.

"Mom, I want to eat peaches." Ling Han said coquettishly

"Okay, I'll cut it for you right away." The mother smiled and turned away, leaving only a gentle figure behind her.

Ling Han stared at his mother's departing figure, thinking deeply.

"Han'er, what are you thinking about?" Ling Xiao's voice interrupted Ling Han's thoughts.

"Nothing." Ling Han responded quickly, but he always felt an indescribable strange feeling lingering in his heart.

After a while, Ling Han's mother came over with a fruit plate. Ling Han opened his mouth like a child, waiting for his mother to feed him fruit.

Looking at Ling Han's cute appearance, Ling Xiao said lovingly: "This child, how come he still looks like a doll who has never grown up."

Ling Han's mother gently passed a piece of fruit to Ling Han's lips and said to Ling Xiao tenderly: "I would rather Han'er be as innocent, happy and carefree as a child forever."

Afterwards, Ling Han continued to swing his sword in the yard, while his mother sat beside him and continued to mend the unfinished clothes, with a faint smile on her lips all the time.

His father was drinking tea leisurely beside him, and occasionally feeding a piece of fruit to his mother's mouth. The scene was very loving.

After the clothes were mended, the mother helped Ling Han put them on. She looked him up and down carefully, and praised him with great joy, "My son is so handsome."

Ling Xiao blew the hot tea in his hand and responded with a laugh: "Our son is naturally the most handsome."

In this way, the family's laughter and joy filled the air, and the happy atmosphere made people intoxicated.