Chen Qingling's Daughter

Xiao Xingchen just stood there blankly, he couldn't hear Song Rao's call at all, and he couldn't feel Song Lan's presence, as if he could only see two people, one big and one small, in front of him, one was Xue Yang , one is Xiaoxiao.

The big one hugged the little one, and put his face on Xiaoxiao's, with a gentle smile on his face that Xiao Xingchen had never seen in his life, gently comforting the little one in his arms. child.

The little child buried his head in Xue Yang's arms, and wept a little bit, it made people feel distressed just watching it.

Xue Yang held Xiaoxiao in his arms, and carefully looked around, but he didn't find anything not very good in the small courtyard, so he let go of his heart, hugged the child while coaxing him, and walked into the small room. Only a murderous corpse was left in a daze, standing guard in the yard in a daze.

"Uncle" Xiaoxiao nestled in Xue Yang's arms, pointing to Song Lan who was guarding outside the door and controlled by the skull nail.

"That uncle let him stand in the yard to protect us and not let him in." Xue Yang stretched out his hand to draw Xiaoxiao's gaze from Song Lan to his arms: "That is the bad guy who robbed your father, don't worry about it. he."

"Bad guy!" The little child pouted and had a bad impression of Song Lan ever since.

As long as this person exists, his father is not his. Sooner or later, he, Song Lan, will take her Xiaoxiao's father away.

Xiao Xingchen's hands trembled a little, these words pierced his heart like a nail, but he didn't know which one to feel sorry for.

Should he feel sorry for Song Lan being turned into a murderous corpse, or should he feel sorry for that little child, this life has become a joke.

Just because he, Xiao Xingchen, doesn't have their father and son in his heart?

Or because of his Xiaoxiao's biological mother, Xue Chengmei, who he did not forgive.

The fog gradually thickened, and the scene in the Yizhuang gradually changed. It was still Xiaoxiao's child, who was held in Xue Yang's arms. In front of the table was a medicine stove, the medicine liquid was tumbling, glowing a thick red.

Xue Yang's hands were trembling, and there were tears in his eyes. Xiao Xingchen had never seen Xue Yang's hand trembling while holding the knife.

Heinous man, whenever there will be times when he can't let go, Yueyang Chang's family of more than [-] people will kill each of them, and he will not let the newborn children be spared, and he has never been merciful.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but sneered. What he gave birth to was much more precious than what others gave birth to.

Xiaoxiao, who was still in a small group, raised her head and looked innocently at Xue Yang: "Father."

Xue Yang lowered his head and kissed Xiaoxiao's forehead: "Father will find another way."

Xiaoxiao blinked her naive eyes, looked at Xue Yang, but picked up the dagger herself, and cut open her immature wrist neatly, letting the bright red blood flow into the tumbling medicinal liquid.

Xue Yang was taken aback, and immediately snatched the dagger from Xiaoxiao's hand.

Xiao Xingchen was also taken aback, he didn't know what this child wanted to do for a moment.

Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes, watched Xue Yang frantically bandage her wound, and said timidly, "Didn't you say you want to save father?"

Xiao Xingchen was stunned for a moment. The little children cut their own wrists to save themselves?

Xue Yang's eyes turned red, and he hugged the little child into his arms: "But, it will take a long, long time, and you will bleed a lot, aren't you afraid?"

Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at Xue Yang, a face that resembled Xiao Xingchen instantly burst into a particularly bright smile: "Xiaoxiao is not afraid."

Xiao Xingchen suddenly thought of the day when he talked to Xiaoxiao for the first time in the nightless sky. He said that he had been ill for many days and lay a little stiff. He seemed to suddenly understand why Lan Yangyi saw him He would look at each other coldly, why Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian Lan Zhan were friends, but he was still bombarded by the Lan family.

He seemed to know why in the first rebirth, he and Wen Sheng were good friends, but for some reason they came to the point where they couldn't see each other.

For more than 20 years, what kind of obsession has he been able to cut his own arm every day, use his own blood to warm and nourish other people's bodies, and use his own life to revive other people's names.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly felt a little distressed.

He just wanted to be close to himself, what he did to him.

The mist gradually thickened, and the small group of children, who had grown to seven or eight years old, became more and more similar to Xiao Xingchen, and the slender arms were already densely covered with scars.

Xue Yang looked at Xiaoxiao with a gentle smile.

That smile suddenly disappeared, Xiaoxiao looked at Xue Yang: "What's the matter, Father?"

Xue Yang touched Xiaoxiao's face: "Hide, take your father with you, hide, don't come out unless I call you."

Xiaoxiao nodded, dragged the coffin containing Xiao Xingchen's body, and hid in the secret room of the house.

Seeing Xiaoxiao hiding, Xue Yang disguised a thin corpse as Xiao Xingchen with a gloomy face, and placed the coffin on top of Nie Mingjue's corpse.

"If I let them discover this, will you give me the golden feathered phoenix blood?" Xue Yang said to a person in the mist.

In the mist, there was a faceless person who opened the fan with a swipe: "If you die, I will take care of your son and revive Xiao Xingchen."

"Thank you." Xue Yang sneered, but still said, "Sect Master Nie."

"You..." Xue Yang took out the copied Yinhu Talisman from his bosom, raised his hand to Nie Huaisang in the mist, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

Nie Huaisang's eyes were cold: "I don't want this, I just want Jin Guangyao to lose his reputation and die without a place to bury him. I want him to pay for my brother's life, and I want him to die among the immortal sects."

In the mist, Lan Jingyi glanced at Nie Huaisang and raised his eyebrows.

As expected of Director Nie, even Xue Yang had figured it out.

The time in the mist seemed to be out of place, and it was dark and then dawn. Su She helped Xue Yang, who was so injured that he couldn't walk, and returned to the Yizhuang.

"What do you insist on coming back here?" Su She said impatiently.

"I'd love to come back, what's your opinion?" Xue Yang's voice was low and weak.

"It's fine if you like it." Su She rolled his eyes impatiently: "The Immortal Governor asked me to protect you, you wait for me to find the wound medicine."

Seeing Su She leave, Xue Yang braced his body and hid in the secret room, making Su She think that he had escaped again.

It wasn't until Su She left that he would never come back again that Xue Yang was helped out by Xiaoxiao, took Xiao Xingchen's body with him, and left Yizhuang overnight.

"Father, where are we going?"

"Find a place to hide." Xue Yang glanced at Xiaoxiao who was worried, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, daddy won't die, daddy hasn't revived your father, hasn't told your father yet, we How obedient my Xiaoxiao is, how good our Xiaoxiao is, how much our Xiaoxiao resembles him."

Xiaoxiao still looked at Xue Yang worriedly: "Will father like me?"

Xue Yang's tone was firm: "Yes, our Xiaoxiao is so good, how could your father not like it? Even if he resents me, he won't dislike Xiaoxiao."

Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and looked at Xue Yang: "I don't care that he likes me."

Xue Yang stopped in his tracks, looked down at Xiaoxiao who turned her head awkwardly: "Who exactly did you learn from with such a stubborn look?"

The mist rose again, and after dissipating, they seemed to have returned to the Nightless Sky. Xiao Xingchen witnessed Song Rao's inability to revive himself, and saw Song Rao's cowardly entanglement and escape.

"Even if I know that he won't like me, won't recognize me, I still have to resurrect him." Xiaoxiao comforted the furious Lan Yang, her tone was indifferent and she checked again.

In the mist, Xiao Xingchen seemed to have come to the second day of Xiaoxiao's wedding, the day when he decided to exchange his eyes for Xiao Xingchen.

In the mist, Lan Yang seemed to say: "It's better to make him Xiao Xingchen into a murderous corpse."

Xiaoxiao hugged Lan Yang and comforted him softly: "My father is just being stubborn, he actually didn't want to turn Xiao Xingchen into a murderous corpse, he just wishful thinking that Xiao Xingchen would love him."

"Who made him the heinous Xue Chengmei? How could anyone pity him or like him?"

Xiao Xingchen watched the mist dissipate, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, it was so clear.

"Father, what's the matter?" Song Rao glanced at Xiao Xingchen with a look of indifference.

Xiao Xingchen was a little at a loss, he looked at Song Rao, but he was still thinking about the Lan Yang's voice that he had just heard: "Xue Yang just likes Xiao Xingchen, he thought, let Xiao Xingchen become like him If he is equally heinous, he can be with him for the rest of his life, and there is no way to retreat when there is no repentance."

"No one in his life taught him what morality and shame are, and no one told him what love is." Lan Yang comforted Xiaoxiao and said, "He was an orphan since he was a child. If he didn't become a bully, a hooligan, or a Heinous people are afraid that they will starve to death early, so how can they obtain the Dao and become immortals?"

"The world only knows that Xue Yang is a heinous villain, but they don't know how Xue Yang became such a heinous person."

Xiao Xingchen looked up at the sun. They all grew up under the sun and were taught to walk on the right path step by step.

But he, Xue Yang, did not. He grew up on a muddy road. He never knew what the Sunshine Avenue was, and he had never even seen a sky full of stars.

Xiao Xingchen stood under the sunlight and squinted his eyes. It's not that he didn't know Xue Yang's growth, but he never thought about how Xue Yang's evil was cultivated.

After rebirth, Xiao Xingchen suddenly understood why Xue Yang's growth was inexplicably distressed.

Xiao Xingchen walked into the small room of the past, and the layout inside was no longer what he used to be. A small wooden horse in the corner was covered with dust and cobwebs, like the dusty past, showing the unknown past.

But now those pasts that have never been shown to others, Bei Xiao Xingchen sees through them bit by bit, but Xiao Xingchen's eyes suddenly become red.

Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen, and felt that Xiao Xingchen was about to pass away. He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't hold Xiao Xingchen.

He watched Xiao Xingchen with his own eyes, step by step into that small room, into Xue Yang's home.

Lan Yang is right, without love, simply taking medicine is useless.

The existence of Xiaoxiao means that Xiao Xingchen loved him, Xue Yang.

The Xue Yang that Xiao Xingchen knew had always been that kind of innocent child. Until his death, Xiao Xingchen had never been there before, linking Xue Yang from Yizhuang with Xue Yang from Chang's before.

One is innocent and the other is heinous.

Xiao Xingchen has always been in contact with the innocent Xue Yang, but today, Xiao Xingchen saw Xue Yang's most gentle and gentle side, the soft and warm mother's side.

Song Rao stood at the door of the house, watching helplessly as Xiao Xingchen walked up to the little wooden horse step by step, brushing off the dust and cobwebs bit by bit. At that moment, Xiao Xingchen seemed to see Xue Yang's knife Turning the rotten wood that no one wanted into a small wooden horse with one knife, it seemed to see the little Xiaoxiao sitting on the wooden horse again, with a sunny smile, looking at Xue Yang with a face that was exactly like himself, and a pair of Xue Yang. Ocean-like eyes, bright smile.

Xu thought of his eyes, Xiao Xingchen suddenly turned around, looked at the father and son at the door, tears suddenly rolled down his face.

At that moment, Song Lan knew that he and Xiao Xingchen might not be able to return to the original place in this lifetime.

He, Xiao Xingchen, still had a place in his heart, occupying Xue Yang and Xiaoxiao's father and son, firmly occupying a place, and even occupying the advantage of the disadvantaged.

Lan Zhuo watched Xiao Xingchen's every move behind his back, and knew that Xiao Xingchen would definitely return to Yunshen's unknown place in the next step. It was impossible for him to ignore Xiaoxiao as before.

Wen Yao glanced at Xiao Xingchen, then turned to Nie Huaisang and Lan Jingyi and said, "Let's go back to Yunshen and inform Yangyang of our next plan."

Nie Kexiang glanced at Jiang Zhuyue, who seemed to be coming to make soy sauce, and stood firmly beside Lan Zhuo: "My daughter will accompany Brother Zhuo to go ahead and bid farewell to father."

Nie HuaiSang shook his fan and nodded, "Go ahead, don't tell your uncle what happened today."

Otherwise, your uncle may beat me to death.

Lan Jingyi hugged her youngest son who had just played the role of Xiaoxiao in front of Xiao Xingchen for a long time, and glanced at Nie Huaisang: "Your uncle misses you, remember to go back early." As she spoke, she squeezed her youngest son's little paw: "Say goodbye to my sister and brother-in-law."

Nie Keheng was pinched by Lan Jingyi, and he greeted Nie Kexiang and Lanzhuo innocently, and said in a soft and cute voice, "Sister and brother-in-law, goodbye."

Jiang Zhuyue's expression gradually became rigid, and Jiang Hong's complexion darkened bit by bit.

Wen Yao glanced at Jiang Zhuyue's reddened eye circles, and couldn't help sighing again in her heart that her brother Lan Zhuo was indeed a scumbag: "Brother, sister-in-law, let's go."

Lan Zhuo and the others returned to Xiao Xingchen's unknown place a few days ahead of schedule, and before they had time to meet the elders, they rushed into Lan Yang's room: "Xiao Xingchen and the others are returning to Yunshen's unknown place." on the way."

While making incense slowly, Lan Yang couldn't help raising his eyes to glance at Lan Zhuo and Wen Yao: "Have you hooked up again?"

Wen Yao curled her lips: "It's better not to come back, what the hell."

Nie Kexiang patted Wen Yao's shoulder tenderly, and said to Lan Zhuo in a low voice: "Little aunt has her own method behind, and you haven't visited all the elders yet when you come back."

Lan Zhuo drank another cup of tea, stood up and said to Lan Yang, "My nephew is going to visit the elders first."

Watching the three people leave, Lan Yang pouted and cleaned up the incense making work under his hands, turned around and walked back.

Xiaoxiao's eyes were still covered with white cloth, and she lay quietly on the bed. Lan Yang stood in front of the bed and watched for a long time. After many days, she still didn't know Xiaoxiao's current state, whether she was asleep or awake.

Xiaoxiao teased Lan Yang for a long time, but still said, "Who came in front just now?"

Lan Yang sat by the bed, held Xiaoxiao's hand, and said softly: "Zhuo'er and Yaoyao are back, chatted for a while, and sent them to greet their uncle."

Xiaoxiao smiled: "It didn't take long for them to go down the mountain this time, where did they go?"

Lan Yang smiled: "Yaoyao is tired of staying, and brother Sizhui doesn't allow her to go to Buyetian, so Zhuoer and Xiangxiang take her to Caiyi Town for a few days."

Xiaoxiao's smile deepened: "Yaoyao's temperament is that she can't stay. No one is looking at her in Buyetian now, so it's no wonder that SiZhui doesn't want her to go back to Buyetian. Brother-in-law's character of pampering Yaoyao, But I really can't stand him."

Lan Yang stretched out her hand to cover Xiaoxiao with the quilt: "Don't bother with them, you should rest for a while, Dad said that next month they will select the Miss Family, and begged my father to let me and Yaoyao go down the mountain to play."

Lan Yang said, shaking Xiaoxiao's hand: "We don't have any children yet, Dad said I still have a chance, so I asked my father to take Yaoyao and me to play, you have to take care of yourself, or you will go down the mountain But no one is protecting me."

The author has something to say: Happy Chinese New Year, everyone. If you have nothing to do during the Spring Festival, go out as little as possible. If you have to go out, remember to wear a mask and take good care of yourself.