Prison, damp, dark.

Zhuang Haoran was wearing a light blue shirt and white casual pants. He rolled up his sleeves and walked quietly in the long passage, flashing light from left to right, looking at the mottled walls and the moss falling from running water. A coldness trembled inexplicably in his heart. He remembered the once energetic godfather, who was sitting in the third position of the chairman, wearing a black suit, looking at everyone, so gentle and polite, but his eyes were sharp, and he could always see the world. He never thought that his uncle would be related to this high wall. Do he know how his destiny was? How could it keep wisdom and tolerance from the elderly and bring to thousands of people in the world?

Two policemen walked in front, with tough and serious bodies!!

Zhuang Haoran tightly clung his face, looked at their backs, and his eyes blinked tremblingly.

Looking at the prison room, the iron door is stained with rust.

Two policemen, holding the keys, opened the iron door heavily, then turned around, looked at him very seriously and toughly and said, "Get in!!"

Zhuang Haoran flashed his eyes and looked indifferently. He looked at them and then swallowed his bitter throat. He walked in and looked at the whole room. A little sunlight came in, and the scenery outside the window opposite. The tables and chairs full of green scratches in the center all had a heavy smell...

"Sit down!" The policeman in the room looked at him and ordered sternly!!

Zhuang Haoran listened to this, calmed his face and kept breathing again, and breathed a little more depressed and excited. He sat on the squeaking chair, but his eyes blinked inexplicably, and his whole thought turned pale.

Waited for a few minutes.

There was a sound of iron chains outside the window, which was silent and sad.

Zhuang Haoran tightly condensed his face, tears flashed, and he was still a little unbelievable when he subconsciously listened to the sound of the iron chain.

Finally, a black shadow gradually swept into the window. An old man wearing a dark blue prison uniform was almost fifty years old, but he looked like a hunchbacked old man in his seventies. He bent over, his feet and hands were handcuffed, his face was full of wrinkles like a knife cut, his eyes drooped, and because he was not cured of illness, his eyes were dull. When he blinked, he was filled with a little dimness that was about to disappear. He walked into the prison with a bit of confusion, doubt and sad light...

Zhuang Haoran sat in the position, his eyes drooping, and tears of excitement were shaking. Although he couldn't believe it, he still swallowed tightly and coldly in his throat. He raised his head and looked forward with his eyes burningly...

Tang Zhilong also looked at a handsome and familiar man ahead in surprise.

boom!!!

Zhuang Haoran instantly pushed the chair off and jumped up, staring incredibly at the strange old man in front of him who seemed to be seventy years old, hunched, gray hair and wrinkled face. He had been recognizing for a long time before he recognized Wen Ru's face who had been carefully taught from his old outline. His heart suddenly felt cold, ache, an excitement, and a wave of overturning feelings surged in, attacking his body, tears floated instantly, and still looked at the old man with shock, gasping heavily, and his eyes flowed with heartache and shocked eyes, and then looked at his gray hair, wrinkled face, and the pair of handcuffs, and the iron chains wrapped around the marks. He suddenly felt so excited that his forehead was filled with blue veins, his face flushed, his eyes trembling with tears, and his breath was so depressed that he couldn't speak...

"………………” Tang Zhilong was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears, suppressing his thoughts for this child, and he also lowered his head, trembling his body, and silently.

Zhuang Haoran wanted to walk over to support the old man, but found that his body was so painful that he could not move his steps. He just clenched his fists, his head under his internal organs, his trembling face, and his eyes finally shook tears...

Tang Zhilong raised his head again and looked at this handsome and handsome child. He couldn't help but shed tears in comfort. He looked at someone and knew that this child had worked very hard for so many years... Thinking of this, he trembled again, stood by the door, and cried bitterly...

Zhuang Haoran gritted his teeth, endured the tears he had fallen, and walked over, stretched out his trembling hand to help the old man...

"What are you doing?" The policeman wanted to push Zhuang Haoran away...

Zhuang Haoran trembled his face tightly, tears slid down, and he bumped away the police with a strong aura, trying to breathe heavily to help the old man who looked like he was about to fall down just after he was sick...

"Sit down!" The policeman clamped, pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Zhuang Haoran, and shouted loudly: "Go out!! Today's visit time is over!!! Go out!!!"

Zhuang Haoran turned around without fear, Yihong's tears in her eyes stared at the policeman with hatred, holding his hands sounded, and he was about to raise his hand to beat him up!!

"Haoran!" Tang Zhilong's voice hoarse and anxiously called him in tears: "Don't be impulsive!!"

Zhuang Haoran gritted his teeth, his face trembled with excitement, tears rolled down his anger, raised his hand to look at the policeman, and choked with anger: "You...you dare to say that today's visit is over!! I dissolve you!!"

The policeman looked at Zhuang Haoran's eyes full of murderous aura but cried. His eyes flashed, and he slowly put away his pistol and shouted loudly: "Sit down!! Sit down for me!"

Two policemen pushed Tang Zhilong toward the seat...

Zhuang Haoran instantly glared at the two policemen in front of him again, but stood there with heartache, looking at the old man in front of him, with his messy hair, wrinkles cut from his knife, and old tears. He wanted to sit down, but he knelt down with excitement, trembling his body, and his head was so excited that he felt guilty and heartache and tears...

Tang Zhilong looked at Zhuang Haoran opposite in a daze. He wanted to stand up just now, but was pressed by two policemen behind him and sat down. He also choked and cried, and shouted with pain: "Haoran..."

Zhuang Haoran didn't say anything, just lowered his head and cried, and even his trembling body exuded guilt, regret, clenched his fists, and knelt on Tang Zhilong. He finally choked and cried with remorse, "Uncle... I'm sorry for you... I've been in for so many years, but I know nothing... I thought you passed away, I deserved to die! I deserved to die!!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand and slapped his left face heavily, then raised his hand and slapped his right face heavily!!

"Haoran!!" Tang Zhilong called Zhuang Haoran with tears in his heart, saying, "All this is not your fault... it is not your fault... Get up... hurry up..."

Zhuang Haoran just knelt on the ground with guilt, endured his trembling body, and said with tears and sobbing, "Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Days a year... You have educated me carefully every year, one day as a teacher, and one lifelong father... You are my reborn father for several lifetimes, but I am so unfilial... Life in the iron window, time is like a knife cut by wind and frost... You have suffered so much, but what am I doing... I did nothing, I don't even know what happened to you, and I don't even have the chance to look at you... My son deserves to die!! I deserves to die!!"

He raised his hand heavy and trembling again, slapped himself hard, making his face red and tears fell.

"Haoran... don't beat you anymore, don't beat you anymore, get up quickly... Let me take a good look at you..." Tang Zhilong quickly raised his trembling hands and reached out to Zhuang Haoran...

Zhuang Haoran gritted his teeth, trembled, stood up, sat on the chair, immediately stretched out his hands, while looking at the old man, holding his stained hands, his heart suddenly felt ache, lowered his head and leaned on the back of the old man's hand, buried it on the table, trembling and crying with pain, and choked with regret: "Uncle..."

Tang Zhilong didn't say anything, but just stretched out his trembling hand, stroked his hair gently, nodded silently, and shed tears in pain.

Zhuang Haoran raised his head instantly and looked at Tang Zhilong with tears in his heart. He wanted to stroke his scarred face with his hands, but because he was older, he had less intimacy from the past, but he had more respect. He asked nervously and excitedly: "Uncle... Are you okay inside? Has it been bad for you in prison..."

When Tang Zhilong heard this, his eyes flashed for a moment and he had to nod his head slightly.

Zhuang Haoran was so distressed that he couldn't speak. Finally, he reached out to stroke the old man's face and said in tears: "How could you be good? He is so old and still in the iron window, how could you be good..."

After he finished speaking, he burst into tears in his heart with regret.

Tang Zhilong slowly raised his head and looked at Zhuang Haoran, and said sadly but comfortingly: "Last time your dad came, I showed me your photos... I know that for so many years, you have been so diligent and hardworking, and you have also shown your strength in your career. My uncle is very comforted..."

Zhuang Haoran heard that his father knew about Tang Zhilong's jail, but he didn't tell himself that he felt hatred and a soreness in his heart. He gritted his teeth and cried, and he bent himself in tears. After a trembling tremble, he finally couldn't help but face this person who looked like his father, with his face lying on the back of his hand and sobbing...

When Tang Zhilong heard the child's crying, his heart was cut like a knife. He quickly caressed the back of his head and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry for you, uncle...I'm sorry for you..." Zhuang Haoran trembled and held his uncle's hand tightly, buried it on the back of his hand, and said in tears: "Why do people all over the world hide it from me!! Why? They don't understand the meaning of you in my life at all!! I knew you were dead that day, and I couldn't speak. I couldn't believe that the father who taught me like a son for many years was gone! I was still on Father's Day, and I knew your news... I deserve to die... It turns out that you are alive, it turns out that you are still alive... There is nothing more than living, making me happier..." 13acv.

Tang Zhilong had no choice but to speak, but he felt distressed and cried.

"You have dedicated so many wonderful moments to me and the world, and you have contributed the best years in your life... Why did we do nothing when we ended up like this...including..." Zhuang Haoran raised his head instantly, looked at Tang Zhilong, and asked excitedly and distressedly: "Uncle... my little sister back then... the little sister I have always been thinking about... is it Kexin..."

Tang Zhilong gritted his teeth and listened to this, tears fell, but he still nodded with pain.

Zhuang Haoran's body shook suddenly and looked at Tang Zhilong excitedly. He remembered the cringing figure, poor left face, and she stood in front of him at the beginning, and the wounded crying. He cut the ground and smashed the table hard. He said with regret and sob: "Oh my God!! What did I do to my mentor's daughter? I used to treat her like that, even gave up on her several times, and punished her!! If I knew she was your daughter, I was my little one.

My lovely sister, from the beginning, I should have held her in my hand, as a pearl in my palm, as a treasure of my heart... I deserve to die!! I deserve to die!! I let her broken left face cry so bitterly in front of me, I allow her to withstand such love, and almost lose her life! I even want to throw loneliness into the cold rain, until she ignores it!! I deserve to die!!! I am sorry for you... I am sorry for you... I am sorry for her..." The prison was wet with blue green.

The man smashed the table with regret and burst into tears. He was excited and trembled.

"Haoran... don't do this... everything is over..." Tang Zhilong said crying.

Zhuang Haoran shook his head, and cried with excitement, and said in pain: "How can the lonely time in the iron window pass over more than ten years? Originally, I could give you better company, and I could give Kexin and aunt better care, but I did nothing..."

"Haoran... Your dad handed you over to me at that time... I believed that I could guide you as a child..." Tang Zhilong looked at him in tears, held his hands again, and said choked: "You have not taken detours on the road of life and have created so many miracles around the world. I am already very comforted. The affairs of your uncle's family are the uncle's own business, and you don't have to blame yourself..."

"No!!" Zhuang Haoran raised his head without knowing everything, looked at Tang Zhilong with a little surprise and tears of excitement, and said, "Uncle!! Your business is the most important thing in my life!! Kexin is now the person I love the most!! I love her!! We are in love, uncle! We are very good and sweet to each other! Don't worry, I will take good care of her! Just like when she was a child, she longed for, giving her the most romantic and rose-filled wedding..."

Tang Zhilong looked at Zhuang Haoran in tears for a moment.

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Chapter completed!