son, who is your father

Chapter 328: Life and Death (3)
In his heart, Chu Junmo has always been his father. Although he didn't love him at first, and he could even say that he hated him, in his heart, a child still longs for a father's love to love him.

But Chu Junmo didn't give it to him, and gave him all the white ink clothes. Although the two of them had a hard time at that time, she loved him with all her strength, knowing that she couldn't give him a healthy home, she could only give him. All that can be given.

In Bai Wushang's heart, even though he forgave Chu Junmo now and did not want him to die, compared with his mother, nothing was more important in his heart than his mother's status.

Now, he saw with his own eyes that he was leaving him little by little, and the gaze locked on him was also what he had imagined in countless dreams. All he did was bite his hand tightly, letting the blood on his hand follow The pain flowed down, he didn't scream, and held the corner of the white ink clothes tightly with one hand, silently conveying the conversation between "father and son" in his eyes: "I'm sorry for you, from now on, you must love your mother well, You must protect her!"

"Don't worry, I will take good care of my mother and be her proud son. I will never make my mother sad, let alone cry!"

Chu Junmo's face stiffened for a moment, and his smile stagnated. Looking back at the past, the most he did was to make a woman cry and be sad, and he didn't even give her any care, even the only He didn't even know how to spend his wedding night?But he believes, wants to believe the firm words under her tearful face, Wushang is his son, his only son in this world, and his and her lives continue!

For this, he thanked her and thanked her for loving him so much.

He was even more ashamed that when he got it, he didn't cherish it properly, but after losing it, he found that what he lost was the most indispensable part of his life, the flesh and blood that he couldn't give up.

He was relieved, even if Wushang is not his son, so what, he loves them!
When a person is about to die, he has already seen everything.

"I'm sorry, I was the one who was sorry for you before, son, don't you blame me?"

"No, I blame you, I hate you even more, I wish I could scold you every day, so, you don't want to die, I don't want you to die..." Bai Wushang's eyes were blurred with tears, and the impression he gave him was that he was tall Riding on a horse, wearing armor, mighty and awe-inspiring, leading thousands of troops, waving the sword in his hand, descending into this world like a god.Before, he thought proudly more than once.This majestic man is his father, the god in his heart, and he will be like him when he grows up, to be an unrivaled man, with a golden knife and a horse, to defend his family and country, and to be a hero for the rest of his life.

"Actually, I'm very happy. I can get along with you these days. God has treated me very kindly. In this life, I have done a lot of mistakes. In the next life, will you still be my son?" A touch of extravagant hope overflowed in the deep At the corner of his eyes, there was a crystal water drop hanging on it, exuding faint heartache and regret, and the air was surrounded by inexplicable sadness and confusion.

Chu Junmo's head lowered slowly, but on his face, there was a kind of happy smile, very shallow and very faint, Bai Wushang replied that he really wanted to know, but at this moment, he didn't even look up. My strength is gone.

The black hair hangs down, covering his purple face, life hangs down in him, and the hair swaying in the wind flows away.

Cyan vines wrapped around his body one after another, completely enveloping the tattered purple clothes, making his life look so pale.The thin and hard thorns on the branches all pierced into his body as the force tightened, and the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart is nothing more than that!The smell of blood slowly dissipated in the air, mixed with the strange scent of green vines, making it even more desolate!
The tall body is like a leaf blowing in the wind. With the support of the vines, it will not fall to the ground. Standing there, the expression is as peaceful as if asleep.

Bai Wushang covered his mouth, and swallowed the choked sound in his throat. Tears fell down like raindrops, but he stubbornly did not cry out. After a long, long, long time, he gently moved the corner of his mouth, and a monotone came from his throat. Issued, disappeared in the ear silently.

Chu Junmo, who was silent with his head down, seemed to have heard something, the corners of his lips were even more parted, and the smile overflowed like a flower on his handsome face, and the regret that was revealed in the wind followed his smile , is also getting weaker.

Hong Ling, who was struggling to slash a sword, turned around and saw this touching scene of father and son parting. In the blink of an eye, she knew everything from the expressions of the two. She was as exquisite as her. How could she not understand Chu Jun? Mo's painstaking efforts!Tears slid down the trembling face, teeth clenched, regardless of the tight vine branches stabbing straight at the back with the breath of death, and entangled Chu Junmo with all the strength of the whole body. Cut off the vine branches, this sword is a bit crazy, with recklessness!
She had complained and hated him before, hated him for being bad to the young lady and the young master, but these days getting along with him, the innocent and simple Chu Junmo aroused her infinite pity, she sympathized with him, a prince who dominates the world, The person who made the armies of other countries frightened was the person who even the master hesitated to do anything because of his scruples, so he became a useless person, and his mind was still like a child. stand up.

Plus Bai Wushang accepted him slowly, since the master doesn't blame him anymore, she doesn't hate him even more.

In fact, Hong Ling, like Bai Wushang, has always considered him to be Bai Wushang's father. Unknowingly, even if she doesn't like him, she still respects him, loves him, and pities him.

If he died, the young master would be sad and sad, and she would try her best to save him, even if she couldn't, at least she had a clear conscience!

"Aunt Ling, be careful!" He really couldn't bear the people around him leaving him one by one, Bai Wushang saw Hong Ling disregarding his own safety in order to save Chu Junmo, a child, he couldn't help screaming anymore speak out.

The sword slashed at Chu Junmo's back, but did not cut off all the branches wrapped around his body, but temporarily broke the one wrapped around his neck, and a large amount of air poured into Chu Junmo's nose, which was on the verge of death. In the middle of it, a light cough overflowed, and the face that was swollen purple slowly got better.

(End of this chapter)