Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 252 Worship (2)

"Sorry, you misidentified the person." Tang Ling glanced at the woman, and when he was about to leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed by the woman.

"Wait." The woman also realized that she was so rude, and hurriedly let go of Tang Ling's hand, with a faint smile on her face, she continued, "Maybe I'm being rude, but I can ask you something." something?"

"Say." Tang Ling frowned.

"You, what's your name?" The woman seemed very nervous and asked this question cautiously.

"Tang Ling." Tang Ling said his name without hesitation.

Just when the smile on the woman's face became brighter, she saw the doubts on Tang Ling's face and the face that gradually faded from childishness and became mature.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he sighed in frustration, took out a business card from his bag, handed it to Tang Ling, said thank you, then turned and left without saying anything.

"Tang Yanhong." Tang Ling read the name on the business card, frowned subconsciously, put the business card away, and walked towards Tang Jingzhi's cemetery again.

Tang Ling walked for nearly 10 minutes even though it was only a short distance of more than ten meters. It seemed that every step was extremely difficult.

When Tang Ling saw the black and white photo on the tombstone, Tang Ling's eyes quickly filled with a layer of crystal, his thin lips trembled slightly, and slowly said two words in a trembling voice: "Grandpa..."

The straight body trembled slightly at this moment, and the missing memories swarmed out like a collapsed dam. All the memories about Tang Jingzhi were recalled at this moment. Bending, kneeling on the ground.

"Grandpa, Xiao Ling came to see you." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been burned by flames. "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm sorry..."

Tears were an extremely rare thing for Tang Ling, and he even thought that he had no so-called tears at all.It wasn't until now that he realized that he also had tears.

At some point, the sky turned dark and began to rain lightly. The light rain gradually became heavier and turned into a torrential downpour. There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the rain drenched Tang Ling's clothes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a silvery and dazzling white light flashed in the sky. The moment the white light disappeared, Di Yan stepped out of the waves and stood behind Tang Ling, holding an umbrella in his hand to protect Tang Ling from the rain.

The rain mixed with Tang Ling's tears. Looking at Tang Ling's body kneeling on the ground, Di Yan's lips moved several times, but he didn't say a word.

"If, if grandpa doesn't adopt me, does it mean that grandpa will not be tortured by illness for the rest of his life, but leave this world happily and peacefully?" Di Yan heard Tang Ling's murmured word for word. .

"In this world, there are no ifs." Di Yan looked at the black and white photo with a peaceful smile on the tombstone: "Cry, I treat you like my own, and in front of the grandpa who regards you as the pride of his life, you can be a child again , a child who is only 14 years old."

Tang Ling seemed to have never heard what Di Yan said, and let the tears fall from the corners of his eyes.The downpour of the dark sky began to diminish with the passing of time.

"I know that grandpa has already gone to reincarnation, and he must have been reincarnated into a good man's house, but for some reason, it seems that there is a hurdle in my heart that I will never be able to get over." Clenching his fists, he hit the ground hard, Water splashed everywhere, cracks appeared on the ground, his chest heaved violently due to anger, and his voice became hoarse in the roar: "Because I know, it is because of my existence that grandpa's life will have so many twists and turns! I I never gave Grandpa even a single day of happy life, what I brought to Grandpa is only disaster!"

Tang Ling looked at Diyan, and grabbed his chest with his right hand, leaving streaks of blood, "You let me step over? How could I possibly step over!!!"

Di Yan was like a parent, silently listening to the resentment in Tang Ling's heart, the resentment towards himself.

In fact, every reincarnated Diyan has listened to their resentment, from understanding to numbness, to now pity, every time he listens to Diyan, he doesn't say a word, but now, Diyan finds that he can do something.

boom.

Without any warning, Di Yan's fist slammed into Tang Ling's face. His pale golden pupils stared at Tang Ling who fell into the rain. He threw away the umbrella in his hand and stood in the heavy rain.

The rain soon soaked Di Yan's clothes, standing in the rain, Di Yan seemed to let go of some knots in his heart.

"If there was regret medicine in this world, would you take it?" Di Yan grabbed Tang Ling's collar, squinted his pale golden pupils and looked at the teary-eyed Tang Ling: "Do you dare to say you will?"

"I"

Not giving Tang Ling a chance to continue, Di Yan roared in a low voice, "You won't. Do you know why I'm so sure? Because your eyes say you won't, even without any hesitation."

Tang Ling, who was lying in the rain, stared blankly at Di Yan. It was the first time that he was lying in the rainwater full of mud for the one who always loved cleanliness. The first thing he thought of was not standing up, but thinking, why?
"Why? You've always known it yourself, or maybe you can't remember it, so let me help you think about it." Di Yan loosened Tang Ling's collar and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone: "He said that he You are proud."

The five words hit Tang Ling's heart like a bolt from the blue.Hei Tong trembled slightly, looking at the dark sky, he remembered that the day before his grandfather entered the hospital, what his grandfather said to him was what Di Yan just said.

"Proud of me? What do I have to make grandpa proud of..." Tang Ling stared blankly at the dim sky as if his soul had been removed from his body.

Faintly, he seemed to see his grandfather Tang Jingzhi in the air, and his grandfather's smile was still so kind.

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"Grandpa, why don't you go to bed so late?" Tang Ling was a porcelain doll when she was a child, and anyone seemed to want to hug her.

"Hehe, Grandpa hasn't come out for a long, long time to see the starry sky and breathe the fresh air outside." Tang Jingzhi lay on the old recliner and stretched. "Staying in the house all the time makes me feel moldy."

Tang Ling trotted out a small stool from the room, sat next to Tang Jingzhi, moved Tang Jingzhi's leg over his own, and stretched out his white and tender hands to gently pinch Tang Jingzhi's calf with light force It is not light but just suitable for the strength of the elderly.

"Grandpa hasn't told Xiaoling a story for a long, long time, and Xiaoling is tired today, don't wait on Grandpa, just sit and listen to Grandpa telling you stories." Tang Jingzhi's cloudy eyes were full of admiration for Tang Ling drown.

"It's natural for grandson to serve grandpa. Grandpa can enjoy it with peace of mind. Besides, listening to grandpa's stories while serving grandpa is the happiest thing in the world for Xiao Ling." Tang Ling's hands never stopped, and the little hands squeezed skillfully Touching Tang Jingzhi's calf, without any complaints, the maturity and stability made people feel distressed.

(End of this chapter)