take father as heaven

When Murong Yan appeared at Murong's house wrapped in thick bandages, with plaster casts on his left arm and right leg, the Murong family was holding a small meeting, and his father's right-hand men were all sitting up straight It looks like a pair of neat and sharp knives.

And the first time I saw that man, wrapped in a solemn military uniform, he looked extra straight, just standing in front of the table, holding the conference table lightly with his hands, his eyes were dark and gloomy, without any emotion.

His appearance interrupted the meeting for a while, probably because the sound of the door opening was too abrupt, coupled with his extra attention-grabbing attire, no matter how you look at it, he should stay in the intensive care special ward people.

When the man saw him, with his perfect handsome face like a sculpture, he frowned almost invisible, very slightly, but he could still see clearly, he put his mouth down and smiled wryly, he covered himself Hurt look.

He greeted lightly, "Dad, I'm back."

The other party didn't say a word, and those subordinates around him didn't dare to say anything. Of course, he didn't expect that man to say anything. He left home for six years without saying a word. When he came back, he was wrapped like a mummy .

He even dared to bet that if it weren't for the presence of these subordinates, he would definitely be thrown out immediately without any politeness.

The most heroic and invincible man in the Federation, the most respected man, the man who controlled the entire military department, and also the youngest Marshal in history, Murong Chen.

This is how his father, such a man, could bear to have his family and honor stained.

So, after leaving that sentence, he limped upstairs. As a result of his limited mobility, he could only rely on crutches to walk up slowly step by step.

The living room was still silent, and Murong Yan could feel that everyone's eyes were on him, the uninvited guest, including that person, the coldest and most stressful gaze was his.

After finally reaching the second floor, he found his own room based on his memory. The moment he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, his hand trembled slightly. Does this room still belong to him?Gently twisting the doorknob, he didn't know what kind of mood he used to slowly open the door.

With a "snap", he turned on the switch. He was shocked and astonished by everything that came into his eyes, but he was still at a loss. His eyes that had never shed tears suddenly began to turn sour. Only then did he remember that he would still cry of.

Six years ago, when he left here, no one knew how much he cried and how determined he was to leave. But when he came back six years later, everything in the room remained the same, even his The location of the books I have read has not changed.

Is it because no one has ever come in?No, the clean and spotless room told him that it was cleaned every day, and the cleaning was very serious.

His eye sockets became more and more sour, and the feeling of wanting to cry became deeper and deeper. Six years ago, he thought he could escape from all of this, and the more he escaped from the demons in his heart that were gradually getting out of control, but it took him six years to realize that he was not at all. There is nowhere to escape.

This time, he almost died outside, so he made up his mind to come back. Even if he died, he had to die by this person's side.Otherwise, he would not be reconciled no matter what.

Sitting silently on the bed, I don't know what I'm thinking, just in a daze.

It wasn't until a black shadow broke into his eyes that he raised his head in a daze, and met the man's cold eyes, without any extra expressions or emotions, just looking at him so lightly.

The meeting downstairs had ended at some point, and he was so distracted that he didn't notice it at all.

Then, the two of them just looked at each other without speaking.

Just when he thought they would keep staring at each other like this, the person by the door suddenly moved, as if he was about to leave, and he became anxious, wanting him to accompany him a little longer, even if he didn't say anything.

So, he opened his mouth and called him: "Dad..."

The man at the door stopped and turned around slowly. He was straight and upright in military uniform. He didn't need to make any movements. Just standing there silently exuded a strong sense of oppression.

He looked over intently, and Murong Yan began to regret calling him suddenly, because he didn't know what to say to him. For so many years, their father and son had never had any particularly deep communication, and even had few opportunities to communicate.

He just knows that his father is the most powerful man in the entire Federation, the pride of his life, the goal he wants to pursue at all costs, he...in this life...impossible...to touch people...

He just watched Murong Chen turn around stupidly, but didn't know what to say, so he stared at each other silently again, until the man seemed to decide to leave again.

"You... Do you blame me?" He left home so capriciously, and it has been six years since he left.

The man's originally gloomy black eyes deepened a little, and his tone was as cold as his own.

"Just come back."

Then, he finally didn't hesitate any more, turned around and walked away

Murong Yan sat on the bed, staring at the back of him leaving.

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ss said that I was tired of writing Yehuo continuously, so I came up with a short story to adjust the taste for myself and everyone

Let me introduce a short story of almost [-] words, the ss has been written, I will type it slowly, and I will remind you ><Today is too busy, so I will type so much first, and look forward to the rest of the night and tomorrow...o(>_< )o...I didn't mean to be so slow T^T...I'm too busy...

Ah... By the way, the [-]-character Wuying & Shuhua's flesh is released, does everyone feel it? ?Mina-san... begging to leave a message...