Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

Xuan Wei was calm from beginning to end.

She had foreseen all this when she chose to use her merit points to temporarily save Grandpa Chu's life.

When the effectiveness of the spell is exhausted little by little, life is also coming to an end step by step.

She avoided the violent pain for Chu Chi, at the expense of longer-lasting dull pain, cruelly peeling away the hope in her heart piece by piece, until it collapsed, leaving only the broken walls and the truth.

Xuan Wei didn't know which kind of pain was more unbearable.

Because she never seemed to feel pain for anyone.

Because she was born with nothing to do with all strong emotions.

Xuan Wei looked at the dim light outside the window and heard the old man's hoarse throat making unclear syllables.

She turned to look.

Chu Chi was still lying beside the hospital bed, his closed eyes rolling back and forth, his brows furrowed uneasily.Grandpa Chu's heart stopped last night and he was finally rescued. Chu didn't close his eyes until early in the morning. He was already very tired.

Grandpa Chu woke up.

He hadn't woken up so early in a long time.

A pair of deeply sunken eyes sparkled with a look that had not been seen in a long time, and they were astonishingly bright.

He looked straight out of the window and suddenly broke into a huge, genuine smile, like an old tree that was about to wither and glowing with its last vitality.

Xuan Wei finally heard his whisper clearly.

He shouted: "Xiao Yi."

Xiaoyi.

Over and over again, intermittently.

In the old body, the innocent and stubborn soul, in the spring when the grass is growing and the orioles are flying and the flowers are blooming, is searching hard for the broken kite.

It was his favorite kite in life, but it disappeared long ago.

So he thought about it all his life.

Later he picked up a broken little kite.He was full of compassion, repaired it carefully, cared for it and decorated it with care.

Another spring.

But he was too old to fly the kite.

……

Chu Chi knelt beside the hospital bed, looking at the old man who was looking back at the old man, and the young man who never wanted to cry in front of others. Tears flowed down his face unknowingly.

There was a circle of people around the hospital bed, Uncle Yan, Aunt Fang, Uncle Xuan, Xuan Wei...

Grandpa Chu's eyes were calm and gentle, slowly sweeping over everyone, and lingered on Xuan Wei for a while, with a little warmth, and finally returned to Chu Chi.

He raised his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears on Chu Chi's face.Chu Chi stretched out his hand and wiped it randomly, then took the big dry and rough hand without hesitation.

Grandpa Chu smiled slightly, as loving and encouraging as ever.

"Achi, don't be afraid... you are grandpa's pride. A good boy... you must live well."

"Don't cry...grandpa is finally...going to see your grandma..."

The old man looked into the void with a smile and whispered the name engraved in his heart, "Xiaoyi..."

Gradually, he lost his voice.

A moment of silence.

A desperate cry suddenly erupted in the ward, and the heavy sadness swept through like a tsunami, leaving behind only shocking sadness and broken desolation everywhere.

Xuan Wei closed her eyes and looked away.

A few wandering clouds were floating in the gray-blue sky outside the window.

In the spring.

The little kite finally broke his string.

******

When Zheng Guangyao found Chu Chi based on the information investigated by his subordinates, he almost thought he had found the wrong person.

The man in front of him with unshaven beard, black eyes, skinny as a stick, gloomy and depressed like a zombie, is his other son?

He tried his best to identify her, but only by looking at her facial features, she looked more or less like that woman.Although 18 years had passed and the woman had died of illness for several years, he was still deeply impressed by her appearance.

Otherwise, she is indeed a very beautiful woman.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold back his thoughts.

But he didn't expect that the woman was not as innocent and weak as she appeared. After learning that he had a family, she unilaterally cut off contact with him, and even didn't tell him that she was pregnant.

At this moment, he was somewhat glad that she secretly gave birth to this child instead of aborting it. Although she discarded it again for unknown reasons, it was still his only bloodline.

Zheng Guangyao glanced at the old room that was decorated as a mourning hall, with a trace of subtle disgust in his eyes.But he quickly covered it up. His face was still dignified and self-possessed. With his well-maintained appearance, he looked like a handsome and personable uncle.

It's just that the movements are somewhat unnatural, and the hands and feet are restrained as if they are afraid of getting something dirty.

Xuan Wei raised his eyelids and glanced, suddenly straightened up, and said seriously to Thorny: "I think it is necessary for me to fulfill my duties as a quasi-beast god."

Thornhead didn't know why she was so crazy, so he could only ask, "What do you want to do?" 】

"Castrate him."

【…】

[Not to mention where they offended you, what does this have to do with the Beast God’s duties? 】

Xuan Wei snorted lightly.

"A beast dressed like a beast is also a beast!"

[…] Thorny tilted his head and said, [What kind of beast!He is a lucky man!If you want to complete your mission, just settle down! 】

Xuan Wei snorted again, completely disapproving, which made his head hurt.

But at least she didn't really do anything. She flicked her tail twice as if to vent her anger, and lay back lazily.

Zheng Guangyao, who had no idea that he had just escaped death, was telling a heart-wrenching and dramatic story with great emotion.

Between the lines, there are all kinds of mistakes, and there is no choice but to be driven by love.

"If I had been more careful when your mother left, I wouldn't have let you live outside for so many years."

"Fortunately, we are father and son, and now I have found you. I will compensate you for the suffering you have suffered over the years."

"Oh, it's a pity that Mr. Chu took the first step, otherwise I would have to reward him well."

"It's not safe for you to live here alone now. Why don't you pack up and follow me."

……

Zheng Guangyao almost ran out of words. He felt that he was patient and tolerant enough, and he looked like a good father.

But there was no response from the beginning to the end.

Chu Chi knelt in front of Grandpa Chu's portrait, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed. His dry lips were bloodless, like a statue without a soul.

Zheng Guangyao finally couldn't perform this one-man show anymore.

He is the high-ranking chairman of the company. After divorcing his ex-wife, his current wife is also gentle, charming and considerate. Except for his other useless son, no one has ever looked at him like this.

Even for his son, his patience has limits!

"Did you even listen to me?!"

Chu Chi finally reacted.

He raised his head extremely slowly, as if a machine that had not been used for a long time was rusty and his movements were stiff.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Without any emotion, a pair of dark eyes were like a deep ancient well, so dark that it was impossible to see to the end.

Zheng Guangyao was stunned for a moment.

After he realized Chu Chi's question, his forehead jumped.

He said in a restrained tone: "I am your father!"

Chu Chi lowered his eyes again.

"Father?"

The voice was very light and ethereal, like doubt or talking to oneself, and dissipated in the air as soon as it came out.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Just when Zheng Guangyao couldn't help but want to speak again, Chu Chi suddenly stood up slowly with his knees on his knees.

He had been kneeling for a long time, but when he stood up, his back was still straight and not bent at all.

Zheng Guangyao discovered that although Chu Chi was thin, he was actually taller than him.So much so that when the young man stood up straight and looked down at him, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Before he could break free from this oppressive feeling, he was locked into those thick ink-stained pupils.

The young man's cool lips moved slightly, and a few words floated out.

"Are you worthy?"