Chen Qingling's Daughter

Xue Yang really thought back then that Xiao Xingchen really liked him, and what he passed on to his son for so many years was the idea that the family of three would one day reunite.

Even if Xiao Xingchen's spiritual consciousness was gone, he never doubted whether Xiao Xingchen was like him in his mind. and Song Lan's son, or their two sons.

Even when he was imprisoned by Jin Guangyao when he was pregnant with this child, he never doubted Xiao Xingchen's sincerity towards him back then.

The only light in the dark mud, he has always been eager to stick to it and never leave it.

Wei Nu inadvertently saved Xue Yang who was about to be offered, but she didn't remember who Xue Yang was or who Xiao Xingchen was.

Later, when she met Xue Yang here in Yicheng, Wei Nu was tormented by the heavy heartbreak and longing in Xue Yang's heart that she couldn't even accept until she vomited blood.

Therefore, Wei Nu never hated Xue Yang.

It is true that Xiao Xingchen loved the wrong person, but since you have loved this person, you have no regrets.

"That Mr. Xue, although everyone said that he was heinous, but the old slave felt that he was better than anyone else. When Xiaoxiao was just born, he just hugged the child like that, shutting his eyes all day and all night, and didn't care about his own. Body." Looking back now, Amber is still very embarrassed.

"The old slave has never seen someone who loves children so much in all these years, and even the wife of the year has never been like that."

"He said, that child is the one he loves the most, the only thing left to him in his life, he doesn't care if he is a heinous person or something else, this child will always be raised just like his father. The moon, if the moon is bright and the wind is clear.”

Xiaoxiao was in a coma, as if she had returned to the time when she was a child. He and her father were guarding the deserted Yicheng and guarding the dead body of her father inside the coffin.

Live the small life of their family of three.

Since he was a child, he never knew what kind of existence his father was among the hundreds of families of Xianmen.

He only felt that his father was the best and best person in the world, and he was his only relative in the world.

Kindness.

Yes, it is kindness, a word that has never appeared in Xue Yang's life.

The most ironic thing is that Xiaoxiao is called "Xiao Xingchen's son", but no one knows that the kindness engraved in his bones was taught by Xue Yang.

A small child, just blinking the peach blossom eyes that are very similar to Xue Yang, listening to Xue Yang teach him to be kind, to know how to be grateful, listening to Xue Yang teach him all the kindness in this world.

When Xiaoxiao was young, Xue Yang loved him so much, now Xiaoxiao loves her father so much.

Even if everyone in the world said that Xue Yang died well and rightly, Xiaoxiao still felt sorry for him, and felt that Xue Yang was the best person in the world.

He would gently touch his head, would hold him in his arms and coax him softly, and would give up killing people just because of his words.

For him and Xiao Xingchen, he will live in seclusion in Yicheng for eight years, avoiding the world.

Wei Nu once hugged Xiaoxiao and wailed bitterly: "Even if everyone in the world hates your father, you should also remember that he is the one who treats you best in the world and is your dearest and dearest one." Your loved one is the only person in the world who loves you, protects you, and is willing to become a good person for you."

When Xiaoxiao gave her eyes, she said to Lan Yang: "He was blind and died because of my father. Now, we will pay back his life and give him his eyes. After this, Dad and I , I don’t owe him anything to Xiao Xingchen.”

"From then on, bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, Xiao Xingchen and I have nothing to do with each other."

Song Lan had some sympathies, but when he thought of his master Bai Xuege being slaughtered innocently, and his eyes being blinded by poison, he felt that he could no longer have the slightest affection for their father and son.

Yes, Xue Yang is his Xiaoxiao's good father and mother, but will this be able to offset Xue Yang's grievances and grievances for slaughtering his Baixue Pavilion?

Wen Yao on the side looked at Song Lan's increasingly cold face with red eyes, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed: "We Xiaoxiao bear with you and let you go, you are not finished, Song Lan, don't push yourself , don't look at you and my grandfather are good friends, if you bully our Qishan Wen family over and over again, I will never forgive you."

Song Lan and his son were a little embarrassed, Song Rao stepped forward, ready to say something, but Lan Zhuo stepped in front of them: "Take your family, Xiao Xingchen, and get out of Yunshen."

All the juniors of the Lan family at the door shouted angrily at the same time: "Respectfully send the three Taoist priests down the mountain."

After a hundred years in the Lan family, they finally met the person who was driven out of Yunshen for the first time.

No matter how arrogant and asshole the Qishan Wen Sect was back then, they did not receive this kind of treatment.

Song Lan hugged the unconscious Xiao Xingchen, standing at the foot of the mountain, couldn't help turning around to look at the tall stairs.I always feel that something is not the same as before.

Is it because they are strangers to this world, or the world has begun to deviate from the norm.

Lan Yang looked at the three of them, father and son, with an inexplicable anger in his heart: "Is it different from their cognition, is it deviant?"

"I see, it's their life, it's too easy." Lan Zhuo also gritted his teeth silently.

Lan Yang gritted her teeth for a while, and took out a small box of incense from her bosom: "When Xiao Xingchen wakes up, light it for him."

Lanzhuo picked up the incense box, raised his eyes and asked, "What kind of incense? What is it for?"

"Let us take a good look at the old man, let's see who we really like in our hearts." Lan Yang spat viciously, turned back to the mountain, and went to take care of Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Xingchen held Song Rao's hand, feeling unstoppable nervousness, the white silk in front of him was untied layer by layer, and the things in front of him gradually became clear.

Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen helplessly, not knowing what to do for a long while.

"I haven't seen you for many years, why are you still so dumb?" Xiao Xingchen's eyes were filled with a smile.

But Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen's eyes, and was a little stunned in a trance, they looked too similar, so much like them.

These eyes really look like Xue Yang.

Smiling, like a peach blossom, as bright as the sun.

But it was full of cold feeling.

Xiao Xingchen didn't see Song Lan's discomfort, but instead looked at his precious son Song Rao: "You are tired these days, go and rest first."

Knowing that his father and father had some whispers to say, Song Rao smiled and got up and went back to his room to sleep.

The two watched their son leave, but suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Finally, the two were about to break the embarrassment. When they were about to say something, there was a knock on the door: "Second guests, I brought you some incense."

The two of them had no choice but to open the door to let Xiao Er in. They watched Xiao Er put a small incense burner on the table eagerly, and then watched Xiao Er go out and closed the door.

It took a long time for the two of them to look at each other and smile, and sit together and whisper.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan sat together and whispered for a long time. To put it bluntly, Xiao Xingchen was talking there, and Song Lan was gesturing and writing on the side.

The eye circles of the two people who spoke bluntly were red, and they barely fell asleep after three o'clock at night.

Xiao Xingchen fell into a dazed sleep and stared as if he had returned to the yizhuang in Yicheng. After his eyes were full of smoke and dust, a man in black walked out with an innocent and evil smile. Although there was a smile on his face, Xiao Xingchen But looking at him felt full of sadness.

"You, why?" The boy looked at Xiao Xingchen with a sad face and said, "If you hate me, you hate me alone. Why did you hurt Xiaoxiao, why did you hurt our Xiaoxiao?"

Xiao Xingchen suddenly felt a little uneasy, and suddenly struggled and exclaimed: "I didn't."

Xiao Xingchen sat on the bed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, Song Lan was awakened by Xiao Xingchen, and found that Xiao Xingchen woke up from a nightmare, sitting beside him covered in cold sweat.

Song Lan hurriedly got up and hugged Xiao Xingchen into her arms, her face full of concern.

"I'm fine." Xiao Xingchen rested his head on Song Lan's arms, and said softly, "I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

Song Lan touched the back of Xiao Xingchen's head, comforted Xiao Xingchen silently, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Xingchen, who had just fallen asleep, returned to Yicheng here. Xue Yang held a baby in his arms at some point, and his face was full of tears: "I know you hate me, but why did you hurt our child, child? Innocent, why did you hurt our Xiaoxiao?"

Xiao Xingchen was trembling all over, panting like a cow. He watched Xue Yang holding the child and walking in front of him step by step. He wanted to move but couldn't move at all. In front of his own eyes, he stuffed the child under his eyelids.

Xiao Xingchen looked down slowly, the baby in his swaddling baby, with dark, empty eyes, stared at him empty.

Xiao Xingchen woke up suddenly.