My personality has always been awkward, at least at that age.

Those who care about, like, or hate can't learn to express them in a direct way, but instead keep them in your heart.

This conversation between my parents made me feel like the sky was falling. I didn’t know what to do if I left them? Should I cry or beg them? I found that I couldn’t do it.

So, a man quietly pulled up the quilt, clenched his fists, took several deep breaths, but tears still flowed quietly.

The sound of my parents talking blurred outside the quilt. I was immersed in my own sorrow. At a young age, I felt a sense of desolation that was abandoned and helpless.

Because I was so immersed in this sadness, gradually, I couldn't even hear the movements outside.

It was not until my mother thought that I had covered her head while I was asleep. She felt strange and pulled my quilt open that I realized that my face was covered with tears.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" My mother picked me up with heartache.

I was so sad that I was crying. This was the first time I had grown up to ten years old. I cried like this. In my mother's arms, I was so angry that I couldn't even speak. I just choked up and said intermittently: "Mom, do you want me anymore?"

"Silly son, how could we not want you?" Mom hugged me tightly in her arms, and I felt her warm tears fall into my neck.

After that, I finally learned the whole truth, and my parents talked about me like an adult.

Although I can't fully understand and digest this past event, I probably know the context of the matter! Simply put, it was the time when I met a monster a few years ago that I fell into the root of the disease. If my parents didn't send me to Master Yun, I would die.

But my father also emphasized to me that he didn’t stay there all the time, he just had to stay there for five years and would be able to come back when he was in high school.

Their words finally reminded me of the past a few years ago, the old man Yun who felt at ease when he stayed by his side, and the Tang Zhengchuan who took good care of me.

If I were with them, I found that I could still barely accept the truth, but I was not so sad. At least my parents were not going to abandon me and send me away!

During the conversation, my father was always very calm and said a lot of encouragement. The most important sentence was that he regarded me as an adult. Which child’s word for adults is not heavy in his heart?

The more he said this, the more I felt that this matter was nothing great because I was an adult.

Thinking about it, I was still very comfortable to "coax" at a young age, but thinking about it, my father seemed calm at that time, but his eyes were always red, was very sad. He just wanted to comfort me and kept holding back the boy's need to beat him. My father's influence was undoubtedly great. My father's strength will drive his strength. This is the power of the initial role model.

I think my father must understand this truth. The so-called fatherly love is like a mountain, which is silent, forbearing, but strong, and generous.

This conversation seemed to have become a turning point in my life. After experiencing this conversation, I suddenly felt like I had become enlightened. When I was a little sensible, I no longer played crazy everywhere. I knew that I could do something within my ability to help my mother, and I could calm down and listen to all the things my father said to me.

Because I vaguely understand what kind of mood filial piety is. At least one of its foundations is the heartache from the heart to understand my parents, and I also began to understand something.

During this period, the family of three lived a very peaceful and warm life, and they felt more of the power of relying on each other.

The first time I was so attached to home, it was a pity that I still had frequent attacks, and my parents' expressions became more anxious every time. By the last attack, there was another day on New Year's Eve, which meant that in a few days, it was my tenth birthday. Master Yun would come at that time, but I didn't wait.

And that attack was the eleventh time, which meant that the things left by Old Man Yun could not save me. According to his words, if I want to hold on, I can only rely on my own will.

When I remembered here, it seemed that there was some blur. Maybe it was because it was too painful. That sleep was no longer a simple sleep or an endless nightmare, but accompanied by the tearing pain of the whole body, and the dark and comfortable power that seemed to be constantly pulled, seducing me to come there.

I don’t know how I persevered. I just remember that my parents kept calling my name in my ears every day. This little force supports me. In addition, there seems to be a force supporting me. I can feel that it is a powerful regret and anger, but I can’t tell how this came about?

Every time I get tired and want to fall into the darkness, that power will burst out, burning hard on my chest, making me feel a deep reluctance, and I cannot leave like this.

So, I kept persevering, but the candlelight of life seemed to be shaking in the wind and I couldn't fall down, but I also felt like I couldn't wake up until late that night. I felt a tingling pain in my lower abdomen. After that, the uncomfortable and violent force seemed to slowly fade away, and I finally felt a little more comfortable.

When the stinging pain in my lower abdomen disappeared, I broke free from the endless nightmare. I was so tired of sleeping that I couldn't wait to open my eyes. After working hard for a long time, I saw him again in the blurry lights - Old Man Yun.

I haven't seen him for a few years, but I have inexplicably felt familiar with him. In the past few years, I have grown stronger and taller, but he is still the same. He has never seen old or young. He is still a scar that is so great that a hero has a smile on his lips.

"Awaken?" he asked me.

I nodded and wanted to sit up, but Old Man Yun pressed it and said, "Don't move, you have to wait until I pull out the needle before you can move freely."

I looked down and found that there were dozens of needles in my lower abdomen, all of which were transparent and weird needles, reflecting a strange blue light under the light.

I lay down again. When I saw him coming, I felt inexplicably uneasy and asked him in a low voice: "Are you going to take me away tomorrow?"

When I said this, my mother suddenly went out, while my father was smoking a lot. Old Man Yun was amused and asked me, "When do you want to leave?"

"I" I can't speak. I grew up here, and I am so familiar with everything here, including factories and mines, neighbors, my children's school, Zhou Zheng and Chen Chong, my parents, and a small figure appeared in my mind.

I thought of Xin Yi for no reason. She went back to her hometown. If she came back and found that I was gone, would she be sad?

In five years, would she forget me and then be so good with Zhou Zheng and Chen Chong? Let the egg yolks be given to them?

Thinking of this, I felt a little sad and didn't know how much I was feeling. I looked at Old Man Yun and couldn't speak even if I looked at Old Man Yun.

But he seemed to understand me very much, patted my head and said to me, "Since I'm here, I don't have to hurry up. It's okay if you stay for a little longer, but I have to disturb your family for a few days."

This was undoubtedly a huge surprise. I was a lot happier at once, and my father was excited to call my mother.

At this time, I remembered Brother Masahiro who taught me a lot of things when I was a child, and couldn't help asking: "Where is Brother Masahiro? Didn't he come?"

"I'm here, he can't come naturally. If he doesn't guard the huge mountain gate, who will guard it?" Old Man Yun gave me a blank look, with both pride and indescribable fatigue in his eyes.

"What a huge mountain gate? Is that a big place?" I also watched TV, at least influenced by martial arts dramas. There is still a specific concept in the gang's mind about what a mountain gate is.

"Nonsense, our sect is an extremely powerful sect, you will know in the future." Looking back, Master's bragging started from this time and repeatedly emphasized that we are awesome sects. In fact, the entire mountain gate summed up only, but I didn't know at that time, and I had some inexplicable longings.

After chatting with me for a while, Old Man Yun felt tired and said hello to my parents, and went to bed without even taking a bite of food.

On the contrary, I finally woke up again. Facing my mother's hot meal, I ate like a pig. From the conversation between my parents, I realized that Old Man Yun only arrived late this night. After arriving, my first sentence was to ask me if it was wrong?

Later, I realized that he had arrived here day and night. Before that, he felt uneasy. Even if he didn't dare to use a mysterious formation in the sect to sense my affairs, he had paid a great price. He went to find a friend to calculate it for me, and then he knew about the matter vaguely and rushed here in a hurry.

All of these past events express that he attaches great importance to me, cares about me, and is very sincere to me, but I don’t understand why everything happened later?

Old Man Yun slept for a long time, and accompanied by a loud snoring, it made my family sleep very hard for a day and a night. Even if my father asked him to get up and eat, he couldn't wake him up.

I never knew why a person could sleep so much. I thought he was like me, and he had some illness. He fell into a coma until he woke up and did not relieve my doubts.

In fact, Old Man Yun was not a sleeping person at all, but just consumed a lot of power to save me. This influence lasted for several months until I was familiar with it in the mountains and his food slowly recovered.

These memories are all about the future. I just remember that I still had a very warm life in the Spring Festival that belongs to parting.

Not long after, he quickly established a relationship with Old Man Yun again. After all, he didn't go out all day like last time, but instead liked to stay by my side more.
Chapter completed!