Chen Qingling's Daughter

Perhaps because he has long been used to the darkness, for Xiao Xingchen the brightly lit palace in the Evernight Palace is no different from the dark and cold night in Yizhuang.

When Song Lan walked in, Xiao Xingchen was leaning against the bed like that, what Wen Sheng looked like when he left, was what Song Lan looked like when he walked in.

Song Lan walked to Xiao Xingchen's bed without making a sound, sat down lightly, and just looked at Xiao Xingchen.

Still the same appearance as before, the same demure and indifferent, just like the bright moon and the breeze.

"Who... are you?" Xiao Xingchen felt someone sitting down beside the bed, but he couldn't see anything, so he couldn't figure out who would come to see him.

In fact, Song Lan passed by by chance, and only remembered to go up the mountain to have a look at his old friend.

But the moment Wen Sheng saw him, there was a slight crack in his expression.

It seems to be ridiculed, it seems to be distressed, and there is also a hint of intriguing feeling.

"Yangyang them," Wen Sheng looked at Song Lan, and it took him a while to say the first sentence: "They resurrected Xiao Xingchen."

"Would you like to go and have a look." This was the second sentence Wen Sheng saw Song Lan say today.

In fact, he couldn't figure out what kind of mood he was in right now.

Should be happy, or should be distressed.

Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen, and felt an urge to cry, but he was a murderous corpse, and he had long since lost the chance to cry.

He could only lower his head, pulled out his Fuxue from behind, and put the inscription on the sword under Xiao Xingchen's hand.

"Zichen, are you Zichen?" Xiao Xingchen trembled in a daze.

Song Lan nodded hastily, but unfortunately, he and Xiao Xingchen were the two of them, one couldn't speak and the other couldn't see.

One can't see the other's actions, and the other can't speak.

Even if there are only three words: "I'm sorry"

Song Rao stood at the door, not knowing what to do, Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and pushed him: "Go, your parents are here."

Hearing these words, Song Rao couldn't help but walk into the room, without noticing the intriguing trembling in Xiaoxiao's words.

Watching Song Rao enter the room, Xiaoxiao didn't move at all, he just stood at the door blankly, looking at the family of three inside the room without blinking.

How harmonious, how warm, so warm that he was jealous.

Song Rao's arrival seemed to act as a link, becoming Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan's interpreter.

"Thank you for helping us," Xiao Xingchen's smile was still shy and innocent.

Like a boy standing still outside the door.

Song Rao didn't look at the people outside the door, he just blushed a little bit, and after a long time he said slowly: "No, this is what I should do."

Xiao Xingchen's smile became more and more shy: "I don't know where this young master came from, and what his name is."

Song Rao felt that his throat was a little congested, and it took him a long time to say a word: "From the hermitage of Baoshan Sanren, his name is Song Rao."

Song Lan couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard these words, and Xiao Xingchen's smile froze on her face.

After a long while, Xiao Xingchen touched Song Rao's face with trembling hands: "You are Xiaoxiao, my Xiaoxiao."

Song Lan's eyes were also a little red. Song Rao looked at the bright red blood flowing from Xiao Xingchen's eyes with tears streaming down his face. Song Lan reached out and wiped Xiao Xingchen gently.

Xiaoxiao stood at the door with a stunned expression, red eye circles, and trembling all over.He stubbornly refused to let himself make a sound.

Lan Yang couldn't help but stepped forward to support Xiaoxiao, who was seriously injured and bleeding too much and refused to recuperate, and said softly, "Let's go back."

Xiaoxiao was helped back to the room by Lan Yang like a puppet.

After a long time, he murmured, "So, from the beginning, the one who pretended to be affectionate is my father? Nothing, not even the name belongs to me."

"It turns out that our father and son are the ones who are completely redundant."

"For more than 20 years, it turns out that our father and son are self-indulgent." Xiaoxiao's tears flowed down.

"Yeah, what are we father and son? It was my father who was self-indulgent and coveted the candy that didn't belong to him. That's why he lost his finger at the age of seven. , ended up in the end, he deserved it, "

"Now, it's because I covet the family that doesn't belong to me that it becomes the current situation. I deserve it."

After speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out

Lan Yang shook his head with tears streaming down his face, and stretched out his hand to support Xiaoxiao's head: "Don't say that, it's not your fault, it was never your fault."

Xiaoxiao's face was full of tears, and the corner of her mouth was bloody. She leaned her head on Lan Yang's thin shoulder: "Yang Yang, I have nothing left."

"Father is gone, senior sister is gone, father is not mine, not even his name." Xiaoxiao was trembling all over.

Lan Yang's face was also full of tears, and he gently stroked the back of Lan Yang's head: "Don't say that, you still have me, uncle, my father and father, and Lanzhuo and Yaoyao, the names are gone. Let's take it again, don't be too sad."

It wasn't until Xiaoxiao was put to sleep with Anshenxiang that Lan Yang walked out of the room wiping away tears.

Wen Sheng stood straight at the door, with wet tears on his face: "After all, it was Xue Yang who hurt Xiaoxiao."

Xiaoxiao was pinned down on the bed by Lan Yang for several days before she found a chance to get into Xiao Xingchen's room when no one was guarding her.

Xiao Xingchen sat alone by the window, and it took him a long time to say: "Master, you have stood at the door for a long time, but do you have something to say?"

"No," Xiaoxiao's lips trembled, pale: "Prince Daoist, I have been to Qishan for so long, I... none of my juniors can come to see you, and I feel a little better today, so I came here to pay my respects to you."

"Thank you." Xiao Xingchen's expression was extraordinarily gentle, and he said with a gentle smile, "Mr. Wen, please sit down."

Xiaoxiao didn't correct Xiao Xingchen's mistake about the name, anyway Xiaoxiao didn't give him the name, so it doesn't matter what his name is now.

"Daoist, I don't know if there is something that should be asked." Xiaoxiao struggled for a long time before opening her mouth.

Xiao Xingchen's smile became more and more gentle, and Xiaoxiao's face, which was [-]% like Xiao Xingchen's, was pale and powerless.

"I don't know how the long eyes became what they are now."

"Because of a villain." Xiao Xingchen seemed to think of something dirty, with traces of disgust on his face.

That expression from the heart completely shattered Xiaoxiao's last illusion.

"Hate means love" Lan Yang once comforted him.

But now, Xiaoxiao could only see disgust on Xiao Xingchen's face.

There is no hate, only disgust.

Disgust that radiated from the bones.

"Xiaoxiao!" A woman's anxious voice came from the door.

Xiao Xingchen tilted his head curiously: "Is the young master also called Xiaoxiao?"

Xiaoxiao didn't speak, but just twitched the corners of her mouth. Lan Yang didn't respond to Xiao Xingchen's words, and rushed to Xiaoxiao's side: "Didn't I tell you to rest on the bed? Why did you come here?"

"I can't stay. After lying down for so many days, my body is almost numb." Xiaoxiao's eye circles were a little red, and her lips were still pale: "I've said it all, I don't go by this name anymore."

Lan Yang's eye circles were a little red, and she couldn't help turning her head to stare at Xiao Xingchen angrily.

Xiao Xingchen asked curiously without realizing it at all: "Why, do you want to change your name, young master?"

Xiaoxiao covered Yang Yang's mouth with her hand, then touched his cheek, her eyes looked at Yang Yang with infinite tenderness, and said, "I will marry Yang Yang in autumn and marry him in Gusu." Lan, if you want to change your surname to Lan, your name and everything else are in the past, so naturally you have to change it."

Xiao Xingchen became more and more curious, and couldn't help asking: "Why, do you need to change your name when you become a married couple?"

"The Taoist priest has lived in the barren mountains since then, and Baoshan Sanren is a person who doesn't understand the world. The Taoist priest has never understood these rules and etiquette, so naturally he doesn't know." Lan Yang couldn't help but said.

"Yangyang." Xiaoxiao couldn't help but stop it.

Lan Yang pouted, her face full of displeasure.

Xiaoxiao knew that Lan Yang lost her temper with Xiao Xingchen because she was complaining to herself, so she had no way to lose her temper with Lan Yang, so she could only say lightly: "I'm tired, let's go back. "

Lan Yang nodded, ignored Xiao Xingchen, and reached out to help Xiaoxiao walk back.

During the day, Xiao Xingchen was inexplicably annoyed by Lan Yang, and at night he treated Song Lan like a little girl throwing a tantrum.

"Are all the Lan family members so cold?" Song Rao couldn't help asking after hearing Xiao Xingchen's words.

"Not all of them." Xiao Xingchen thought of Lan Xichen, and his brother Lan Wangji, and couldn't help but miss him.

The silver bell-like laughter of two little girls came from outside the door.

"You haven't passed the door yet, Yangyang, you're covering it?" With a slightly softer voice, Song Rao's face couldn't help turning slightly red.

Song Lan couldn't help turning her eyes to the door, and another woman's gentle laughter came from outside the door: "Good girl, see if I don't hit you."

The two girls were playing around in the huge yard, smiling brightly.

"I heard the voice of that girl from the Lan family in the afternoon." Xiao Xingchen listened carefully, "They're not all that cold."

Song Lan, Song Rao and his son turned their heads to look at the noisy girls in the yard.

Two girls ran across the yard laughing and laughing, one was wearing a robe of blazing sun, the other was wearing a school uniform of the Lan family, with a forehead tied on their foreheads, with bright smiles on their faces.

Whether the two little girls were laughing or talking rudely in the afternoon, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen didn't take it seriously, they just smiled at the moment, and the family of three continued to chat.

The voices of the two little girls outside the door suddenly disappeared, and then a little girl cheered: "Father, Dad."

Wei Ying looked at Lan Yang with his hands on his hips, "If I didn't come down with your father to catch you, wouldn't you remember going home?"

Lan Yang pursed her lips, her eyes were reddened: "Xiaoxiao's health has been bad, she is still coughing up blood during the day, and she can't live without people around her, how can I go back with peace of mind."

Lan Zhan frowned as he saw Lan Yang shouting at Xiao Xingchen's room while talking.

Wei Ying also saw his daughter's unusual behavior, and couldn't help but glance at Lan Zhan. The two people who knew what his daughter was thinking couldn't help but look into the room.

Wei Ying stretched out his hand and nodded Lan Yang's little nose: "Stinky girl," he turned to Lan Zhan and said, "Let's go and take a look at Xiaoxiao."

Lan Zhan nodded, and followed Wei Ying to the distance, passing by Lan Yang, couldn't help but reach out and tap Lan Yang on the forehead.

Lan Yang sticks out her tongue, and bounces away after the two of them.

Wen Yao watched the backs of the father and daughter leaving, and couldn't help but glance at the closed door.

Jin Ling walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at Wen Yao's icy face, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

When Wen Yao saw Jin Ling, she threw herself into Jin Ling's arms happily, "Daddy, why are you here?"

"Your father can't do without you in Yunshen, and you are worried that you will not be there at night. It just so happens that I am tired of staying in Yunshen, so I took the opportunity to come over and have a look at you." Jin Ling looked up and down. Wen Yao, seeing that she didn't seem aggrieved at all before speaking.

"Father." Wen Yao lowered her voice, "I'm fine, but someone has bullied our Qishan Wen Sect recently, Yaoyao is not very happy." Wen Yao pouted at Jin Ling, Unhappy face.

Jin Ling followed Wen Yao's gaze to look at the closed door, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Who is inside?"

Wen Yao's voice seemed to come out from the back molars: "Inside are Xiao Xingchen, Song Zichen and Song Rao's family of three."

"The three members of this family kiss me in front of Xiaoxiao every day," Wen Yao's lips were trembling: "When Xiao Xingchen was resurrected that day, I didn't see how much strength the father and son had put in. Xiaoxiao was the only one who was bleeding and injured. Why, Wasn't it because Xiao Xingchen could take a look at him after his resurrection? Even if he couldn't forgive Xue Yang, it could be because Xiaoxiao still had a little bit of his own blood, and because he was willing to let Xiaoxiao shout He called father."

For more than 20 years of anticipation, how much blood was shed, how many injuries were suffered, all willingly.

"For so many years, Xiaoxiao bears the name of Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen's son, and she dares not go overboard with every move, for fear of tarnishing Xiao Xingchen's name." Wen Yao's tears welled up in her eyes. Turning around: "Isn't he all these years just for Xiao Xingchen, but what's the result?"

Jin Ling touched the back of his daughter's head, and wiped away his tears: "Are you sorry for Xiao Xiaoming?"

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao..." Wen Yao threw herself into Jin Ling's arms and began to cry, "Why, Xue Yang is heinous, but what's the matter with Guan Xiaoxiao?"

"He and Song Zichen are the only ones who gave birth to babies, so is our Xiaoxiao someone nobody wants?" Wen Yao burst into tears, and her small mouth was pouted.

Jin Ling touched his little girl: "In this world, there is no parent who is not partial."

Wen Yao twitched her little nose, looked at Jin Ling, but suddenly said, "Are grandpa and grandma partial too?"

Jin Ling's expression was a little dazed, and it took him a while to say, "Father is different."

Wen Yao was gently coaxed to sleep by Jin Ling's arms. When she was half asleep and half awake, Wen Yao murmured, "Daddy, will Xiao Xingchen recognize Xiaoxiao?"

Jin Ling coaxed his little girl: "Yes, I will."

Wen Yao snorted coldly in a daze: "We don't recognize him. He detests Xiaoxiao, and we despise him. When Xiaoxiao changes his surname to Lan later, he will regret it."

Hearing the lowering voice of the little girl in his arms, Jin Ling lowered his head to see that Wen Yao was nestled in Jin Ling's arms, fast asleep.

Jin Ling nodded Wen Yao's small nose, and sighed with a smile: "This girl."

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaoxiao will marry Lan Yang next time, and then she will return her eyes to Xiao Xingchen. . . .