chasing autumn

Sadness is a rope that is tightly stretched in the bottom of the heart. Every moment, every inch of the wound is cruelly torn,

When the tension broke, everything calmed down instead,

turned into despair.

No sound, no interest, no tears.

Yu Huolian helped Zhan Hao into the back room and lay on the bed, and gently covered him with the quilt.

After that, he never entered the house or yard again.

Because he has been guarding the gate of the courtyard.I sat all night without closing my eyes.

You do not deserve!

The damn person is you!It's you! ...

Zhan Hao's words constantly stimulated his nerves, making him even want to forget for a while, numb for a while, and close his eyes to rest for a while, just like the countless sleepless nights in the past 20 years... But In the end, he still couldn't do it.

He finally sat at the gate of the courtyard all night without closing his eyes.

He didn't leave because he was afraid of his father's current state, if Leng Qing came to him at this time, or someone else... He was afraid that something would happen to Zhan Hao.

He didn't leave, but also because later, he was unable to stand up again, and he didn't even have the strength and courage to stand up and go back to the house to see his father.All he felt was a shivering chill all over his body.

Is dad still feeling so bitter?

Does dad hate me that much?

What did i do wrong?

What am I doing wrong?

Is it because of Aunt Yun?

I misunderstood dad,

I shouldn't make daddy angry,

But, why,

I have worked hard for 20 years,

Is everything still at the original point?

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early in the morning,

Yu Huolian walked into the room, looked at her sleeping father, and then came to the table again.

"This is……"

Yu Huolian noticed the long wooden box that had been placed on the table since last night.

After thinking for a while, he gently opened the wooden box.

In the morning light, the two silver sabers were dazzling and bright.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a word "Ling" carved finely,

In the sunken writing marks, there are some brown rotten dust,

Yu Huolian pinched some with her fingers, leaned close to her nose and sniffed——

Thoughts surged, he suddenly understood.

Desolate, you don't even want to leave a corpse behind? !

For a moment, Yu Huolian's chest heaved uncontrollably, her fingers trembled slightly,

"father……"

Waited for a while, no reply,

"I'll go and bury them... in the martyr's tomb."

As soon as the words finished, Yu Huolian gently closed the wooden box, picked it up, and hurriedly walked outside the house.

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Martyr's Tomb.

Yu Huolian buried the sword box.

The morning fog was misty, and the morning breeze was blowing on the face, as if comforting, but also as if mourning.

After standing still for a while, he suddenly knelt down,

"Huo Lian is sorry for the Ling family... I'm sorry..."

"If Huo Lian hadn't touched their big holes, they wouldn't have died at the hands of traitors, let alone their bodies...

"Uncle Ling, if you want revenge and life, come to Huolian... don't go to my father, it's not his fault."

In the distance, by the tree.

"You child," Zhan Hao said with a desolate sigh, "what should I do with you..."

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