Long meaning

And here Zhu Lianfang led Huan Yu and his group to Father Yin's courtyard. The courtyard was not locked, so that a group of people could be led in directly. When entering the courtyard, Father Yin was still lying on the reclining chair as usual. Shake, but the expression is not as relaxed as before, it seems a little sad.

Zhu Lianfang clasped his fists and bowed in salute. "Mr. Yin, the Young Master asked his subordinates to bring guests to the small courtyard to see you."

"Guest?" Father Yin opened his eyes, looked at the group of people, looked back and forth a few times, and finally landed on Liu Yunzhou. "Old Huang, come out, Old Huang."

"Meet Guila, or is it your bastard junior calling in? What made you so fussy?" Old Man Huang came out from the house, still holding some bamboo strips in his hand, presumably he was weaving something, and he saw the courtyard circle of people. "Mingyu, come pull!"

"Grandpa!" Xiao Mingyu was happy to see Old Man Huang, and immediately went up to meet him.

"Good boy, I miss Grandpa to death!" Elder Huang was also happy, threw the bamboo strips away, and pulled Xiao Mingyu to look left and right, like looking at a baby.

"Old Huang, Old Huang." Old Man Yin seemed completely unaffected by Old Man Huang's joy, and he was stunned, staring fixedly at Liu Yunzhou. "He...he...is he..."

Old Man Huang looked in the direction of Father Yin, and saw Liu Yunzhou. "He's the one I told you about."

"Yeah, see for yourself if you look like it." Old Man Huang said.

Father Yin stood up, walked in front of Liu Yunzhou, grasped Liu Yunzhou's shoulder, his lips trembled with excitement. "Like, like, so similar, what's your name?"

Liu Yunzhou was puzzled by these two old people, but he felt that this old man was not an ordinary old man, so he answered politely. "Junior Liu Yunzhou."

"Liu Yunzhou... Liu Yunzhou... It's really you, it's really you." Father Yin was so excited that he was almost speechless, so he could only repeat these few words.

"Senior, do you recognize me? Or my family?" Liu Yunzhou asked tentatively.

"Son, tell me, did you grow up in Sichuan?" Father Yin said.

"Yes." Liu Yunzhou said.

"Your adoptive parents' surname is Pan, but your surname is Liu." Father Yin said.

"How did senior know this?" Liu Yunzhou asked.

"Because I was the one who sent you to Sichuan!" Father Yin said.

"What? Senior, you sent me to Sichuan? Then you also know who my biological parents are?" Father Yin's words were shocking to Liu Yunzhou, so shocked that he almost didn't realize it.

"Your father is my junior brother named Liu Yunzhou, and your mother's name is Xin'er. We are both from Yinlong Valley." Father Yin said.

"What about them?" Even though they have never met their biological parents, anyone would want to know who their biological parents are and why they look like. When they hear about their parents, they are naturally very excited.

"They're all dead!" Father Yin said sadly.

The ups and downs of life, Liu Yunzhou coughed and experienced it completely in such a short moment, the boy was stunned and didn't know how to react. "How did they die?"

"Qin Huo." Old Man Yin gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, spit out these two words, and then began to tell the past, in detail, slowly to the people in this yard.

Father Yin spoke very slowly and meticulously, and the few people listened carefully. The small courtyard fell into silence for a while, only the voice of Father Yin narrating the past. When Mo Lingsu arrived in the small courtyard, what he saw was such a scene , Knowing that you shouldn't disturb me, I just stood behind and listened silently until Father Yin finished speaking.

After the story was told, Liu Yunzhou's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he couldn't find himself for a long time, and he couldn't tell what expression he had on his face.

"Yunzhou, are you okay?" Fang Ruqian shook Liu Yunzhou's hands, trying to comfort him.

"I'm fine!" Liu Yunzhou closed his eyes and opened them again. After all, he was his parents whom he had never met. Although he was sad, it was not to the point of being heartbroken. Just hating is really hating. "It turns out that everything is because of Qin Huo."

"Back then I didn't keep your brother and your mother, but I could only keep you. Your father couldn't bear the pain of losing your mother, so he committed suicide!" Father Yin sighed.

"Master." Liu Yunzhou knelt down on his knees, and immediately slapped his head at Father Yin.

"Get up, get up, good boy!" Father Yin hurriedly went to help Liu Yunzhou up.

"Yunzhou has no relatives anymore, and you will be my relatives from now on." Liu Yunzhou was helped up by Father Yin, who had always been so calm that he was almost arrogant, but now he also felt the sadness of a mortal.

"At the beginning, when I asked Lao Huang to send a letter back, I wanted to see you. I didn't expect much at first. In order to find a way to detoxify the poison, I handed you over to the Pan family to raise you. I never saw you again. Unexpectedly, really Unexpectedly, I can see you again, I am ashamed of you!" The corners of the old father Yin's eyes were a little moist, and there was a little guilt in his excitement.

"My uncle saved my life, uncle, don't say anything about guilt, it's breaking the cloud boat." Liu Yunzhou said.

"I'm talking about old Yin! There's a whole yard of guests here, so you're just going to recognize your relatives and leave them all standing here?" Father Yin was only focused on the joy of finding Liu Yunzhou, but completely ignored the others. , the old man Huang on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, or he couldn't bear to continue to make old man Yin so sad.

"You have a lot of things to do." As soon as he met Old Man Huang, Father Yin immediately changed his expression, except for his red eyes, he seemed to have returned to his usual idle appearance. "Boy of the Mo family, my old man's yard is too small to accommodate so many guests, so can I borrow your hall for use?"

"Old father Yin speaks, Ling Su naturally obeys, everyone please." Mo Lingsu responded simply, and invited everyone to the hall.

Unexpectedly, Mo Lingsu's act of inviting someone made Father Yin see the thick gauze wrapped around his wrist. "What happened to your hand?"

"This..." Mo Lingsu glanced at his wrist. "Small injury, it's okay."

"Can you wrap up a small wound like that?" Father Yin said.

"Father Yin knows it all, so why bother to force Ling Su to speak out!" Mo Lingsu said.

"You! You don't know how to cherish yourself, but you want to make your father feel sorry for you?" Father Yin pointed at Mo Lingsu, seemingly accusing, but actually his face was full of distress. "How is the wound treated? Don't leave any sequelae."

"This Mr. Cang Zhen is a master of Zen Buddhism. He took care of it for me, and nothing will happen. Don't worry, Father Yin." Mo Lingsu pointed at Cang Zhen and said.

"A Zen master?" Father Yin looked at Cang Zhen.

"I'm Cang Zhen, the deputy sect of the Zen sect." Cang Zhen said with a slight bow.

"Deputy sect? If you are really not an ordinary person, then my old man can rest assured." Father Yin has traveled all over the world for many years, has seen a lot, and knows a little about Zen, so he is relieved when he hears that Cang Zhen is the deputy sect. , An Xin led everyone to the hall of Mo's house.