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Chapter 1696 I'm sorry, I'm late

It was already the early morning of the next day when Ye Yin rushed back with Ye Jinyang.

It was still dark, but the Ye Mansion was brightly lit.

Starting from the iron gate into the mansion, it extends all the way to the luxurious mansion in the mansion, and white cloth mourning flags are hung all around.

Walking into the Ye mansion, it must be because of the early morning, the house is very quiet, so quiet that there seems to be only the rustling of the leaves next to the wind.

Ye Jinyang, who was following Ye Yin, saw all the arrangements at home, his heart was filled with grief, and tears rolled down his cheeks unbearably.

Even Ye Yin, who has always been strong and never shed tears in front of outsiders, couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

He took his son to the door of the mansion, but he suddenly stopped, bowed his body, bent his knees, and knelt on the cold ground.

Seeing his father kneeling down, Ye Jinyang quickly followed suit.

The servant who was busy at home saw the person at the door through the door. He was startled first, and then exclaimed: "Mr. and the third young master are back."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door with unison.

I saw Ye Yin kneeling on the ground, leading his 13-year-old son, step by step, walking toward Ye Zhenhua's ice coffin with perseverance and perseverance.

The servants made way for a passage one after another, looking at them sadly and desolately, no one stepped forward to stop them. Seeing such a scene, the emotions that had just recovered became desolate again.

Kneeling in front of Ye Zhenhua's ice coffin, wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money, sooner or later, he also turned his head slowly...

Seeing Ye Yin and her son kneeling over from the door, crying and shedding tears all day, tears overflowed her eyes silently.

When he came back, Jin Yang followed him, what happened that day?
Sooner or later, I was thinking worriedly, so I really wanted to ask him immediately, how is every day.

However, the throat seemed to be stuck with something, it was choked and unable to utter a sound, it was swollen and painful, astringent and dry.

Kneeling and crawling from the door to Ye Zhenhua's ice coffin, he crawled for more than ten minutes before he climbed to Chi Chi Zao's side. Looking at the black and white photo of his father in front of him, his tears flowed from his face like a turbulent river. Roll up and down.

Sooner or later, staring at him, seeing his sad and uncomfortable appearance, made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Kneeling there without saying anything, maybe in his heart, he has said countless words to his father thousands of times.

Repentance and self-blame all surfaced on his resolute and pale face.

Even though he didn't say anything, he could feel it sooner or later. At this time, he was in pain as much as his own, it was heart-piercing!
Ye Jinyang, who was kneeling and crawling over next to him, was a child after all, and couldn't bear it at all. He leaned on his grandfather's ice coffin and burst into tears.

No one stepped forward to stop them, just looked at their family with grief, mourning the deceased old man.

Ye Yin stretched out his hand, picked up paper money from the side, tore apart one by one, and burned them into the brazier.

In the ear, Chi Chi Chi asked softly, "Tian Tian... is she okay?"

Ye Yin was unable to answer, but stretched out his hand, held Chi Chi Chi's hand tightly, looked at her, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

He was not only sorry for Zaozao, but also for his father who was already lying in the ice coffin, motionless, and he was the one who was most sorry.

His father was heroic. When he was young, he had always been his role model. Everything Yeyne had was given by his father.

Even so, when he died, as his only son, he couldn't be by his side.

How unfilial is he?
(End of this chapter)