Changsheng: Traveling through trees, I create an immortal dynasty

Chapter 189 Father and Son

In addition, among Lin Feng's core believers, there is another one who is very eye-catching.

That is Zhao Wuyou.

Zhao Wuyou is already sensible, he is the No.1 of the new generation in [Longevity Academy], he has already reached the middle stage of Tongxuan at a young age, and his future is limitless.

But as he grew older, his relationship with his father was also delicate.

Zhao Wuyou didn't know why his father was so cold to him, he had never visited him, and seeing his companion being held up high by his father, he was really envious and envious.

His impression of his father was still before he was three years old.

Although the memory of that time is fuzzy.

But he clearly remembers that his father would lie on his bedside and tell stories to lull him to sleep.

He misses that feeling.

So he didn't understand very much.

Why did I go to school for so long, my father was in the same village as me, but he didn't come to visit me.

Is it because I am not good enough, not hard enough?

He is a child in other people's mouths. Since he entered the [Eternal Life Academy], he has crushed the rest of the Tianjiao who came to study in the chaotic land.

I am number one, number one!

Isn't this something to be proud of?

Why……

Why doesn't my father come to see me.

I miss him so much, I really want to find him, but my grandparents won't let me... Does he not like me?

What Zhao Wuyou wanted most was the approval of his family, but when he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get this kind of approval.

He was going crazy.

Zhao Wuyou's grandparents saw all this, they knew what the child was thinking.

The estrangement between father and son has existed for too long, and the two old people are also very worried.

Finally, on the day of Zhao Meng's birthday, Zhao Meng's parents called him over for a gathering...

Zhao Wuyou was brought up by his grandparents, and Zhao Meng had his own residence in the village. Zhao Meng would occasionally visit his parents when Zhao Wuyou went to school.

Tonight, when Zhao Meng learned that today was his birthday, he was in a daze.

For a cultivator, a year is just a passing time, and there is no day to celebrate, but after all, it is his parents who called him.

Zhao Meng did not refuse in the end.

But before going, Zhao Meng deliberately asked about Zhao Wuyou's news.

He didn't want to see Zhao Wuyou.

Even though it is his own flesh and blood.

Zhao Meng would often get very drunk and fall asleep like an ordinary person, just to meet Chu Yao in his dreams.

Thinking deeply, when that face appeared in his mind, he felt that the love he once had and his life had returned to him.

But, the night is over.

People will wake up.

When waking up from the dream, when the cold starlight shone through the window on the empty room, he would always shudder and look towards a corner of his yard.

There is the burial place of Chu Yao.

Only then did he realize.

It turned out that she was dead.

She is long dead.

It turned out that such a long time had passed.

In the dream, Chu Yao's face was a little fuzzy, and she hadn't visited for a while.

Zhao Meng was afraid of forgetting her, but also afraid of thinking of her.

Afraid of remembering the bits and pieces of the past, afraid of arousing the boundless hatred in my heart again.

Zhao Meng feels that facing a powerful enemy is not the scariest thing - because even if the enemy is as strong as a god, he can still have an answer by flying moths into the flames.

And my own enemy is obviously close at hand, and even gets along day and night, but I still can't make a move.

Who told him that he was his own son...

Who let him be, he is our two sons...

Zhao Meng didn't know how to face Zhao Wuyou, and he didn't want to face it, you might call him a coward, everything was right, but he just didn't want to see it.

But today he still couldn't escape in the end.

Pushing open the door, Zhao Meng saw his parents and Zhao Wuyou sitting quietly on the table in the light of a few candles.

Zhao Wuyou grew up a bit, his nose resembled Chu Yao's, and his eyes resembled his own.

Zhao Meng couldn't help looking at him.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze.

His hand to push the door tightened slightly, and a voice in his brain made him turn and leave.

But he still didn't leave, because today's food was so delicious... Well, that's right, it looked like this.

"Mengzi, you're here...?" Zhao Meng's parents had been watching his words and expressions, and the moment they saw Zhao Meng, they opened their mouths to break the silence.

So far, Zhao Meng's mood is normal.

"En." With a slightly hoarse voice, Zhao Meng sat across the table and lowered his head slightly, looking at the steaming food and the constantly dancing candles in a trance.

"Today is your birthday, happy day, mother made it for you..." Zhao Meng's mother introduced the food on the table in detail.

Zhao Meng seemed fascinated by what he heard, but he didn't move his chopsticks, just kept smirking.

"Dinning, finally getting together."

Zhao Meng's mother smoothed things over, and then the family began to eat.

It's just that Zhao Meng is not natural.

Of course the food was delicious, but he just repeated the mechanical action, shoveling mouthfuls into his own mouth, then chewed them stiffly and swallowed them down.

He didn't speak the whole time, afraid of hearing something...

But what he was afraid of happened. Zhao Meng's mother patted Zhao Wuyou and said, "Wuyou is very good here, and he is also No. 1 in Changsheng Academy. The old Wangtou and the old Litou are envious." tight."

Zhao Meng's mother's words stopped abruptly.

Because Zhao Meng raised his head.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Wuyou.

At the same time, Zhao Wuyou also stared at him intently.

It has been a long time since father and son looked at each other like this last time, Zhao Meng remembered very clearly that there was still a trace of childishness in the corner of Zhao Wuyou's eyes at that time.

Although there is still a trace of childishness now, but after all, he has grown up.

"Father." Zhao Wuyou called out a little.

This syllable is already a little strange to him.

The atmosphere did not ease down as expected by Zhao Meng's parents, because Zhao Meng stood up suddenly and slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table.

Snapped!

In the silence, the movement was like thunder.

Zhao Meng's mother's complexion changed slightly, and she complained, "What are you doing, you scared the child!"

Zhao Meng's father also frowned: "What's wrong, your wings have grown hard, you dare to show your face at the dinner table?"

Zhao Meng looked at them and said, "You didn't tell me that he was there, sorry, father and mother, I will come to see you some other day, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Meng turned around and pushed open the door.

The cold wind howled and blew in, just like his back at this time, a little too unkind.

Zhao Meng's parents sighed helplessly, their faces were ashen, but at this moment, Zhao Wuyou stood up and exhausted all his strength: "Why?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Meng's movements suddenly stopped, he turned around abruptly, and saw Zhao Wuyou who was crying.

This child is a bit like him before, he looks very stubborn, he tried his best to hold back his tears, but he couldn't.

Chapter 190 Father and Son ([-])

He looked wronged and innocent.

It's just that on this face...on this face he is most familiar with, Zhao Meng couldn't feel any pity.

At the corner of this guy's mouth.

But hangs his mother's blood.

That's not only his mother, but also his true love, so Zhao Meng didn't intend to give him a so-called answer...

Because he knows deeply.

This answer is too pale.

This is already the best way for their father and son to get along, and it is the result of the hard work of the whole village.

"No reason..." Zhao Meng's voice was still a little cold, and after he finished speaking, he turned his face away and stepped into the darkness again.

But after these words fell, Zhao Wuyou couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst into tears, and he began to cry.

Hearing that his father was coming, he put on his new clothes, with the medal bestowed on him by President Wang Qiye hanging on his chest, and everything was just for his father to understand.

I am very good...

Really well behaved.

This medal is very bright, why didn't my father see it?

Isn't it said that parents like excellent children?

wrong.

It's not that he didn't see it.

Instead, he never lingered on himself.

Looking at each other just now, he clearly felt that his father looked at him with disgust.

Why……

Why is it?

What is wrong, I can change...

Why do you treat me like this.

Zhao Wuyou's world seemed to turn gray all of a sudden, and he could still vaguely remember what happened before he was three years old.

It turned out that the little things at that time were already the last bit of tenderness that belonged to my family.

"Mother...I miss mother, when will mother leave the customs, father doesn't want us anymore..."

Zhao Wuyou was sobbing, but as soon as these words were uttered, the faces of all the people present changed, and Zhao Meng, who had already pushed the door and stepped out of the threshold, stopped again.

After Chu Yao passed away, this name was already a taboo in front of Zhao Meng.

Because as long as this name is mentioned, Zhao Meng will always feel a colic in his heart uncontrollably, and he will not be able to relieve himself for several days.

But at this time, this feeling was particularly strong, as if from the inside out, it was about to smash him into pieces.

Whoever mentioned that name is a murderer.