Ming Yu

There were only father and son left in the room, Hua Feibai let out a breath slowly, aroused by the smell of alcohol, a morbid blush appeared under her pale and bluish skin, she seemed to be much more energetic.

He signaled Hua Niansu to help him to the front of the bed, and motioned him to open the secret compartment at the head of the bed and bring him the contents inside.

It was a very delicate and compact dagger, with two words 'Chi kiss' engraved on the hilt.Hua Niansu gently pulled it away, and the scabbard made a clear sound, and mercury-like brilliance flowed out, covering the slender blade.

Great knife!Hua Niansu sighed in his heart, looked a few more times admiringly, and carefully handed the dagger to his father.

Hua Feibai gently stroked the scabbard of 'Chi Kiss', with a nostalgic look on her face, pursed her lips, and fell into a long silence.

[This knife is called 'Chi Kiss'. Dad gave it to your father back then, and he has been with Wulei for many years. Later, he used it to save your life and let you come into this world. ]

Hua Feibai raised her head, her gaze fell on Hua Niansu's face and she didn't move away, as if she could see it, she copied his facial features inch by inch, her eyes revealed a sincere and deep love that a teenager had never seen before. .

Hua Niansu was puzzled at first, then shocked in her heart, and suddenly realized that her father was missing her father!Dad has always restrained his emotions very much, and rarely showed his feelings for his father in front of him, and the occasional failure to conceal his true feelings was even more shocking.

[Daddy gave this dagger to you today as a gift for your seventeenth birthday, do you like it? ]

Hua Niansu came back to her senses and saw that Hua Feibai was looking at him quietly, the corners of her lips turned into a warm smile like a spring breeze.

Respectfully accepting the "Chi Kiss" handed over by Hua Feibai, the young man lovingly caressed the two characters on the handle of the knife, feeling his father's love for his father and himself, and his heart was soft and warm.

He and his father clasped their palms together, their hearts connected.He nodded, laughed until tears flowed, and wrote with his fingertips: Thank you Daddy, Su'er likes it very much, and my son will cherish this knife in the future, and will never lose it.

Hua Feibai gently embraced the boy into her arms, and pressed her forehead to his intimately.

[My son, happy birthday. ]

The night outside the window is like ink, like water and moonflowers spreading into the house, flowing silently.

In the early morning of the next day, Ziyang packed his bags and was led by Hua Niansu to bid farewell to his husband.

The gentleman was wearing a moon-white gown, with a tight waistline under the smooth back line, standing under a burning peach tree, the sun outlined a soft and gentle gold border on his body.The little fox crouched at his feet, watching them quietly with amber eyes.

Hua Niansu led Ziyang to walk in front of him, then knelt down on both knees, and earnestly kowtowed three times.

The husband held up Hua Niansu's arm, pulled him in front of him, lowered his head, touched his forehead, and put it against the bridge of his nose, holding the young boy's cheek, rubbing his fingers lightly.

[Children, protect yourself.If something happens to you, Dad will die. ]

After watching him sign language, Hua Niansu's eyes were flushed, and he took off the small wooden bird from his neck, put it in his palm, and wrote one stroke at a time: "Daddy, this little wooden bird was the king's father when I was a child." It is engraved, and the baby has been wearing it for more than ten years, and it is always inseparable.During Su'er's absence, let him take the place of Hai'er and father to accompany you and keep you safe.

The gentleman touched the little wooden bird in his hand, it was not big, only the size of the palm, probably it was often taken out to play with, the edges and corners were very smooth, and there were circles of water-like patterns on the tail feathers, just like a small chick phoenix.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows lightly, revealed a faint smile, and then beckoned to Ziyang again.

Ziyang took a step forward and took Mr. Weiliang's hand. Although he only got along with him for three days, he already fell in love with him. At this moment, he felt very reluctant.

The gentleman touched his head tenderly, took out a bag of fried pine nuts from his arms, and put it in the child's hand.

Holding the fragrant hot pine nuts in his hands, Ziyang knew that his husband had fried them for him, and couldn't help being moved, and couldn't help but stepped forward to hug him.

There was still the chill of the morning dew on Mr.'s robe, mixed with the faint scent of medicine on his body, which made Ziyang feel kind and pleasant.

The gentleman put his arms around him and patted him on the back lightly, with a faint smile on his face all the time.

Ziyang knelt down and waved to the little fox.The little fox walked up to him, Ziyang reached out and touched his soft and fluffy fur, and said reluctantly: "Little fox, goodbye. Thank you for sleeping with me these few days, next time I come to see you, I will definitely bring you a baby Chicken legs to eat."

The little fox blinked and licked his palm.

Hua Niansu stared blankly at the man's soft profile profile, and suddenly felt overwhelming sadness in her heart.

He took a step forward, took the man's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and wrote on his palm: The child is gone, daddy takes care of everything.

The husband nodded, opened his arms to hold him in his arms, and kissed his face. There was a tenderness and nostalgia in his beautiful peach eyes that couldn't be melted away.

[Remember what daddy told you, take good care of your father for me, let's go. ]

Wrapping her arms around Mr. Lou's neck, Hua Niansu leaned on his shoulders, but her body couldn't help shaking slightly.

Daddy, Su'er loves you forever.

Slowly letting go, Hua Niansu got up, pulled Ziyang and walked towards the door.Ziyang turned his head every step, stood outside the door and kept waving at them.

Looking back for the last time, Ziyang saw her husband standing under the peach blossom tree for a long time, with a gentle smile on his lips, both sad and handsome.

His side face formed a gilded silhouette in the morning light, and his thin and lonely figure became more and more hazy and indistinct under the shadow of the whirling trees...

It felt like Hua Niansu was holding his hand trembling slightly, as if she had exhausted all her will not to look back.Ziyang raised his head to look at him curiously, and was surprised to find that his brother's eyes were filled with tears, as if they would roll out in a blink of an eye.

The boy's dazzling silver hair with white sideburns covered his hair, eyelashes, and sleeves with a layer of milky white fringe.

"Brother, your hair..." Ziyang opened his eyes wide in horror, unable to believe that in just a short moment, Hua Niansu's hair at the temples turned half white!Only when a person encounters great joy or great sorrow, and his mind is agitated, will his hair turn gray for a moment.

"Why, what happened?" He couldn't help screaming.

"Ziyang, he...has died soon, this may be the last time we meet." Hua Niansu held back the tears in his eyes, and walked forward stiffly, "I used Xingyun in the Zhaoshen Temple. I saw it once in the mirror..."

My brother told him about the nebula mirror, which can detect the past, present, and future, so that he can peek into a corner of destiny.

Ziyang's heart shuddered, and he suddenly turned back to look at his husband, but they had gone too far and could no longer be seen.

Looking up, in the depths of the narrow alley behind, several peach blossoms sprouted from the eaves of the pink walls and black tiles. Clusters of flowers, densely packed, covered the branches, dyeing the long courtyard wall red.

Looking from a distance, the peach blossoms all over the tree are in full bloom, like a large piece of clouds falling from the sky, forming a raging fire.

In the autumn of this year, the gorgeous peach blossoms all over the trees and the graceful figure under the shadow of the trees were deeply imprinted in the depths of Xiao Ziyang's memory, as long as he closed his eyes, they would appear in front of his eyes, in the long years of time , Gradually rendered into a rich and indelible bright red, the frame became an eternal memory.

For the rest of his life, he would always remember that person's arrogance, like a bamboo that does not break when the wind blows, and does not become muddy after rain, it is still tall and straight after thousands of blows, thin and restrained.