Muhan Shuangcheng

Yuezhou, in a small farmyard.

"Cheng'er, I'm afraid dad will die... From now on...you have to...take care of yourself..." A skinny old man was lying on the bed, with trembling and withered hands, stroking the tearful young man beside the bed, turbid. His eyes were full of reluctance.

"Father, rest for a while...you'll be fine." Ye Shuangcheng said with sobs, holding his father's hand.

"Stupid boy, if you don't talk about it...I'm afraid there will be no chance..." Father Ye's turbid eyes suddenly shone with gleam, "I heard from my father that after my father dies, go...to Qiongzhou...to find...to find... "The last gleam of light in Father Ye's eyes disappeared, and he left without having time to confess the last words to his beloved son.

"Father, father, don't scare Cheng'er, father, don't sleep, wake up, father..." Ye Shuangcheng fell on his father's body, crying bitterly.

With the help of his neighbors, Ye Shuangcheng took care of his father's funeral in a daze, and was sluggish for a few days. Looking at the family where he lived with his father for 16 years, although life was poor, he lived a self-sufficient life, and he was occasionally mischievous. The father was chasing and beating someone with a broom in front of and behind the yard, but he couldn't catch up with him. He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. The two of them had a simple but warm homely meal by the candlelight. On the wall was the bamboo hat that his father wore when he went to work in the fields. , the hoe is still leaning against the corner, the wooden handle has been polished smooth and shiny by years of hard work, as if it has been painted, the house is still the same, but I am the only one left.Ye Shuangcheng felt that the room was as empty as his heart.

Packed a small bundle, turned around and went out, facing the morning sun, the ordinary little face was now shining golden, the eyes were big and dark, changed from the slump just now, grinning, with neat little white teeth, the whole person was He became full of vigor, locked the courtyard door, told the neighbors to take care of the house, tightened his burden, and strode forward.

He knew that what his father didn't finish was telling him to go to Qiongzhou to find that person.Thinking of that person, the corners of Ye Shuangcheng's mouth widened, as if seeing that fair and clean face, slender eyebrows, straight nose, a pair of eyes like stars in the sky, and beautifully shaped pale pink lips that were often pursed. He loves to talk, but he is good-looking. Although he is not talkative and has a cold temper, he is always good-looking.