Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

For the Qidiao Mansion, the ascension ceremony that every heir must go through is the most important event for the Qi Diao family, so early in the morning, all the people in the mansion gathered in the lobby of the front yard of the Lacquer Diao Mansion, waiting quietly With the emergence of a new generation of heirs, lacquer carving Morun.

On the high seat in the center of the hall, a lacquer sculpture was placed on it, and sitting beside him was Shui Wuya who specially added a chair for it.Special status, originally the high position was only the place where the head of the family and the mistress could sit, but now the position of the mistress is vacant, but on the other side of Qi Diao Ming sits the genius doctor Shui Wuya, so the people in the Fuzhong secretly guessed Knowing Shui Wuya's identity, but only Ying Wumei who knew about it stood expressionlessly in a corner by the door.

Time passed quietly as everyone waited quietly, about three quarters later, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far outside the hall, everyone looked at the door, and Mo Lun, a lacquer carving who had been imprisoned for a month, entered with a beautiful young man in his hand.

"Father." Mo Lun took Shenglian to the high position, and the two saluted.

"The Ascension Ceremony is over?"

"Yes." Mo Lun nodded.

"En." Qi Diaoming waved his hand to signal him to get up, then pulled Shui Wuya beside him and walked down, "Mo Lun, this is Shui Wuya, a well-known doctor from the rivers and lakes that Mo Lang invited from outside, please meet him."

"Hello, water genius doctor." Mo Lun nodded politely, but was stunned when he saw the other person's appearance.

Shocked and stunned, he looked at the person in front of him smiling at him, so kind and gentle, just like the person in the painting in the spiritual temple, and also like the smiling face in a midnight dream for many years.

but......

Mo Lun hurriedly turned around to look at the silent man by the gate, and then looked back at his father's expressionless face and the hand wrapped around the waist of the person beside him...

Frowning secretly, Mo Lun nodded again, "Thank you for curing my father's serious illness."

"Hello." Shui Wuya imagined what it would be like to be a father in his heart, hoping that his smile could be more similar.

This child is very similar to himself in the eyebrows, but he just looks like this, as if he is his own child.Because of this kind of thinking, more feelings inevitably surged in his heart, which made him feel more cordial to Morun all of a sudden.

"Mo Lun." Qi Diaoming suddenly said, "You should be tired just after you came out of the Forbidden Garden, so go and have a good rest." He looked at his son, and at the side who couldn't stop looking around curiously since he came in. The boy's eyes dimmed.

"Yes." Mo Lun nodded.

Under everyone's curious gaze, he took Shui Wuya's hand, and Qi Diaoming left the hall through the main entrance.

Behind them, the others dispersed one after another, while Mo Lun frowned and watched the two of them leave in confusion...

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Walking on the secluded path back to the Chrysanthemum Garden from the hall, Ying Wumei knew that it was time for him to leave, and after procrastinating for so long, he had already violated his original insistence.

now......

He remembered the scene in the hall just now, he could really leave...

The forward steps suddenly stopped, he was silent for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

"Are you leaving?" the person behind asked eagerly.

"Yes." He didn't say much, and he couldn't say much.

"Can you drop it?"

"I never picked it up, so how can I throw it away." Ying Wumei sighed quietly, and stopped.

'Boom'...

There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, and he didn't turn his head, but he understood what the movement was.

Can't look back, don't dare to look back, afraid of being soft-hearted, afraid of being unbearable, afraid of pain...

"You shouldn't understand. Even if you understand, you shouldn't expose it. Just like the past 20 years, you can live a better life." The sad tone was choked with sobs. He knew that he had reached his limit. Doing so will only make the tragedy repeat itself.

Gritting his teeth and resolutely, he stepped forward and headed towards his room.

"Father." The person behind shouted, successfully stopping his footsteps.

"You..." Ying Wumei turned around, staring sadly at Morun who was kneeling on the stone road.

"Are you really going to leave me again?"

For more than 20 years, he has grown to be strong enough, but the person in front of him is still the family affection he longed for in the bottom of his heart, the person who gave birth to himself with all his life, the person of his life, facing the All his strength turned into hot and humid liquid in his eyes, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

"Moron."

At this moment, the names he had shouted so many times in his dreams at midnight turned into weak choked words. Looking at his son kneeling in front of him with an expectant expression on his face, all the persistence built in his heart disappeared. Len hugged him.

"My son!!!" He looked at Morun, who was just a baby in his arms back then, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

On the secluded path outside the Chrysanthemum Garden, the father and son who had been separated for more than 20 years hugged each other tightly, and the world was silent for a while, as if they understood that there were too many things to say between them...

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