The mourning stick that Lingyu beat immediately appeared in his hand, and soon the yin energy condensed around the mourning stick, causing a burst of whimpering sound. As the mourning stick waved, the boy on the bed started fighting and gradually fell asleep.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a black fog, which also left Lingyu's mourning stick and entered the boy's body.

In a dream.

There is nothingness around.

I saw the boy sitting in an open space without paying attention to the surrounding environment. His heart was already infinitely amplified without realizing it.

He can't die, otherwise his mother will be sad.

He will hurt his family when he is alive. What should he do? What should he do? He is really confused and sad. Who can help him make a choice!

"Qian Xuan! You can't hear me at all? What are you doing, you guy?"

Qian Xuan was slightly stunned, not because someone scolded him, but because the sound was so familiar, the sound he recalled countless times over the past few days.

"Dad, is it you? Is it really you?"

Qian Xuan suddenly turned around and found a familiar figure, tears could not help but run out without permission.

"Dad, is it really you?"

He even trembled with his voice. Tears that had thought had dried up were rustling down. He had thought that it was because he was too slutty that his father didn't want to see him.

Otherwise, why didn’t he dream of it once after his father left?

"I'm sorry, dad, I really shouldn't have quarreled for you that day, I really knew that I was wrong! It's me, you're right, I can't hope that my son will be successful in this way. I'm just a waste, dad, I'm sorry, I really know that I'm wrong, I shouldn't have quarreled for you."

Qian Xuan looked painful and wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to get close. He saw him standing there, grabbing his hair frantically. The regrets and self-blames of these days had been vented by this opportunity.

If he hadn't been disobedient and had some love, he wouldn't have made his dad angry, he wouldn't have had an argument with him, nor would there be a series of things that followed.

During this period, he confessed again and again, but knew that this confession could never be conveyed to his father. Now Qian Xuan could only stand in place, crying like a child who made a mistake, nervous and insecure. He really knew that he was wrong, but he didn't know how to make up for it.

The familiar and great figure in front of him was his heaven. With this figure, he dared to act recklessly and recklessly. Not long ago, he personally broke the heaven.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can you come back?"

"Silly boy, what were you saying? Look up and take a look!"

The middle-aged man standing not far away roared, his eyes also red.

"Did you see clearly? I am you, it is natural for me to protect the boy, and you have always been very good in my heart, but they don't have that waste~!"

"Your father, I was really a little rushing to speak that day. Speaking hurts you. My son is not a waste. In my heart, he is an outstanding person."

In fact, that morning, he received a call, saying that the other party claimed to be his son's girlfriend's mother, hoping that his son would not bother her daughter anymore, and they would go abroad in the future.

That arrogant tone was almost like saying that his son was not worthy of her daughter. Even though he never agreed to the children's early love, how could his son allow an outsider to speak?

"Do you know? I told her at that time that my son is in the top ten in the grade and looks good. Why do you say that my son is pestering your daughter? Is there no reason for your daughter?"

"You may be sure that your daughter wants to make reservations in advance when she sees my son's excellent!"

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and said all the things he didn't say normally. Later he thought about it, and the result was that there were problems with the communication methods of father and son. If both of them could speak well, perhaps the situation would not have happened later.

When he was walking on the underworld, he thought that he could not just leave like this, otherwise the kid would definitely blame himself for the rest of his life.

He dies when he dies, but the living must live well.

After hearing what my father said, Qian Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at his father in disbelief.

This is the first time he heard his father praise him since he was ten years old. Later, when he went to junior high school, the father and son communicated less and less, and sometimes they would start to quarrel after saying a few words.

But in his heart, he always felt that his dad didn't understand him and looked down on him, so he often went against him.

He opened his mouth, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say? It turned out that in his father's heart, he always thought so?

Sighed deeply.

"I...I..."

Before he could say it, his father interrupted directly and said, "What are you? Work harder, you deserve your name!"

The middle-aged man's lips raised slightly and continued, "My son of Qian's family is not a coward!"

Qian Xuan's breathing was rapid at this moment: "Yes!"

He will not be a waste! The Qian family will not be a coward!

"Okay! Don't let me hear your mother funny and I cried on the grave, or I will start beating you, did you hear it? Also, take good care of your mother for me, do you understand?"

"I heard it!"

"Okay, okay!"

The middle-aged man said three good words on his face, showed a satisfied smile on his honest face, and touched his son's head with his rough big hand.

It was like a few years ago when the relationship between father and son was not so rigid.

"This is my Qian family's son."

In the dark room, the boy gradually woke up from his sleep. After opening his eyes, he looked around and then felt a little melancholy.

"Is it just a dream?"

Qian Xuan wiped his face and his hands were covered with water.

In an instant, he suddenly thought of something, got up from the bed, and opened the bedroom door on his own initiative. Soon, a dazzling light fell on his face, subconsciously blocked it with his hands, and squinted his eyes and looked at his feet.

There was a stool at the door, and a meal was placed on it, sealed with plastic wrap. I looked at the fog on it and found that it was still hot.

Qian Xuan walked out of the room and found the familiar figure in the living room.

"mom!"

My voice that had not been spoken for a long time was a little hoarse.

The woman in the living room was slightly stunned when she heard the familiar voice and turned around in disbelief. After seeing the woman's face clearly, Qian Xuan was slightly shocked.

Women have been busy for most of their lives, and their skin is rough. After experiencing so many things these days, their faces become more and more haggard, and their gray hair seems to have a lot more.
Chapter completed!