Chapter 217

Her mother has been dead for 30 years, and Jing Zhongxiu has never touched any other woman. Jing Yichen knows about it, but he doesn't know. It turns out that her mother has been engraved in his father's bones. On the day of her death, her father will treat her as if she was alive, eating, drinking and chatting with her.

He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous that he had hated his father for so many years, because perhaps the one who hated his father most was not his son, but Jing Zhongxiu.

Pulling Shangguan into the car, jingyichen held her in her arms, and her strength was so strong that she could hardly breathe.

There are cool tears on her face, but not her own.

The bullet pierced Jing Yichen's heart and lung. He had never shed a tear, but now he has.

Shangguan Ning hugged him tightly, gently kissing his cheek, silently told him that she was beside him, always in.

Jing Yichen's heartache is unable to restrain himself. Only Shangguan's warm body can bring him a trace of comfort.

After not knowing how long, the pain in jingyichen's heart gradually dissipated. He let go of his wife, as if to say to her or to himself, "ah Ning, I will never be separated from you."

Without you, I don't know if I can keep on living like my father. Without you, the world is a dark place, and I will become a walking corpse again.

I don't have the perseverance of my father, so I must not lose you.

Shangguan Ning and his heart have a sharp, seems to be able to feel the kind of pain jingyichen heart, her tears can not help falling down.

"We won't be apart. We'll always be together."

In the evening, jingyichen returns home with Shangguan Ning. He looks at his mobile phone and dials the housekeeper's phone: "Lu Bo, is my father home?"

The housekeeper didn't expect that jingyichen would call him. What's more, what jingyichen asked was not others, but Jing Zhongxiu, whom he never cared about!

Besides, he didn't hear it wrong, did he? Is that "Dad"?!

He hasn't called him like this for many years. He usually calls Jing Zhongxiu's name taboo directly and refuses to call his father.

The old housekeeper's eyes filled with excited tears, and immediately said happily, "the master has not come back. He has been staying up late recently. He is not in good health. Young master, you'd better take him back quickly."

Every day in the past, it was the housekeeper who went to pick up Jing Zhongxiu who was drunk and refused to leave. This year, jingyichen took the initiative to call. The housekeeper of Chengjing immediately pushed the matter to him. It is rare that the eldest young master takes the initiative to care about the master. Such an opportunity can't be let go in vain.

He was afraid of jingyichen's refusal. He just wanted to persuade him. Who knows, there was only a moment of silence on the phone, and then a faint word came: "good!"

Jingyichen hung up the phone, said with Guan Ning, and then drove to the cemetery of Jing family.

The cemetery was in the suburbs, a bit remote, and by the time he arrived, it was completely dark.

Jingyichen by the weak moonlight, along the cobblestone path, slowly up.

This is the cemetery. It is quiet and mysterious at night. It looks like the lush Taxodium during the day, but it is full of gloomy atmosphere at night.

Jing Yichen can't imagine that on this day every year, his father is alone in such a place, enduring the pain of losing his wife, and then slowly getting drunk to paralyze himself.

When he came to his mother's grave, he saw his father, who always paid great attention to his appearance. His suit was still on the ground, his shirt was wrinkled and his chest was full of wine stains.

In the moonlight, his face was extremely pale, and the whole person was leaning on his mother's tombstone, which seemed to make him closer to her.

He has been murmuring in confusion: "Qing'er, are you still angry with me when you are alone here I'm wrong. Can you punish me... "

Is this still the majestic and ruthless jingzhongxiu?

At the moment, he removed all the camouflage and strong, vulnerable like a wounded child!

Jingyichen's heart suddenly pulled up, the pain he almost stood unsteadily.

He took a deep breath, lifted his hand to wipe his tears, and strode to jingzhongxiu's side.

"Dad, it's dark. It's time to go home."

When Jing Zhongxiu heard his voice, he was obviously stunned. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, he found that the man in front of him was his eldest son, rather than the old butler who came to pick him up every year.

A large amount of alcohol made his pronunciation unclear, but he did not cover up the surprise in his tone: "how did you come?"

He wanted to stand up, but the paralysis of alcohol and the long sitting posture made him unable to stand at all.

Jingyichen directly carried him to his back, and then whispered, "I'll take you home."

Although Jing Zhongxiu was very drunk, he still had strong willpower and resolution. He was not used to being so close to his son. Although his headache was cracking and his whole body was very stiff, he still said, "let me down and I will go by myself."Jing Yichen did not let go. He walked slowly on the path with his back, and said: "I remember that when I was a child, you carried me up. Now, I carry you on my back."

It was when Jing Yichen was four years old, he followed Jing Zhongxiu to celebrate Zhao Qing's death day. He came here once when he was three years old. He still remembered that his mother was buried here. He refused to believe that his mother was dead, so he refused to go up. Jingzhongxiu carried him on his back.

This is the only time in his life of more than 30 years that his father has recited him, so he has always had a deep memory.

Obviously, Jing Zhongxiu also thought about what happened at that time. He didn't think that his son, who was four years old, still remembers it now! He didn't insist on going on his own, let his son carry him forward.

Jing Yichen carries him on his back, but his eyes slowly turn red.

The original memory tall and straight father, is already old, he carried him, even without effort, when did the father become so light?

My father's height of 1.88 meters should be at least 1780 kilograms. How can you think that he is only 20 or 30 kilograms heavier than Shangguan, who is more than 90 kilograms!

Maybe on his son's back, Jing Zhongxiu felt very secure. When Jing Yichen put him into the car, he was no longer resistant to the powerful effect of alcohol and fell asleep.

Jing Yichen drove jingzhongxiu back to the jingjias. Then, in the eyes of all the Jings, he carried jingzhongxiu into the villa, into the living room, and finally into his bedroom.

Today is the death day of the eldest young master's mother. All the servants and bodyguards of the king family all know that, because in the past, on this day, the eldest young master would quarrel with the master, and then the master would be drunk in the middle of the night and be carried back by the housekeeper.

Today, why is it totally different?

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