The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

"It will be your mother's death day in a few days." His lips fluttered, hiding the pain in his eyes, and the old man looked at his grandson with bitterness in his eyes, "You find a time to pay homage to her."

In the past two days, he always dreamed that his daughter was talking to him about being cold, unable to eat well, and unable to sleep well; when he woke up, the pillow towel was wet with tears, and there was no shadow of his daughter.

I don't know if it's because he committed too many sins in his life, so that all of them will be reflected on his family; even this only little grandson, he is not sure that he will be able to protect him until he reaches adulthood.

The figure of Fang Yao holding the shower stopped in place, and after a while, he said: "It's just a tomb of clothes, there is no need to worship."

The coldness in the words was like a slash in the old man's heart.

——Yes, his daughter died without a whole body; even the bones were taken away by the old family in the name of fear of retaliation.

And he and Fang Yao didn't even have the chance to live in the sun.

Three steps and one monitoring, five steps and one security guard; this life of being watched all the time, he can't count how many years it has been.

"In the past few days, I have dreamed that your mother stayed in a small house without sunlight, covered with a thin quilt, and the room was as cold as an ice cave."

Every time the old man said something, Fang Yao's phalanx holding the handle of the shower became tighter and tighter. The whitened fingertips showed the master's tightly suppressed emotions. The thin young man stood in the sun, but there was no warmth on his face .

"If it wasn't inconvenient for me to move around, I would also like to visit her at her grave. I don't know if your mother hates me." The old man's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed heavily in his heart, "But, without you, I would have I don’t want to live in this world anymore.”

The blood left by his daughter is his only obsession in living.

The so-called bait for dangerous areas is just an excuse to seek shelter.

He knows that he has made many enemies in the past few decades, and the enemies in the open and in the dark are ignorant; if there is no help from the danger zone, as long as he steps out of the gate of the base, he will not know which force will fall into the hands of him.

Fang Yao is still young, he needs a peaceful and worry-free growth environment; even if it is fake.

"I see." Danfeng's eyes were dark; the young man walked slowly along the plants on the ground with the dripping shower, "I will go."

His mother's voice and smile gradually blurred in his mind, he couldn't remember her face, and he had never met her in his dreams; the role of father rarely appeared in his world.

"In the future, don't say such things again."

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, and his back was turned to his grandfather, not daring to show his inner fragility; he could only pretend that he didn't care with a cold appearance.

He has to be strong enough not to be crushed by these things.

The rose flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, the sun fell on the branches, and the dewdrops moistened the warm colors of the setting sun; but what enveloped the world was silent and cold.

Yan Ziping moved his lips, and a bit of bitterness filled his throat; he didn't know that his little grandson was in pain, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Because he lost his parents when he was young, Fang Yao has been so indifferent since then, as if he didn't care much about anything.

Perhaps due to the influence of the growing environment, it is more painful when I am afraid of losing the things I care about more, just like losing my mother when I was a child.

So at the very beginning, it is good to be as calm as water.

However, Fang Yao clenched his palms calmly, and his knuckles became harder.