Chapter 251

Far away, ye Wei's eyes fell on ye Wuchen. After a short meeting, he saw the frozen snow on his right side and the pupil on his left side. The last doubt dissipated. Before he came here, he didn't dare to talk to his wife or his father, because he was afraid that once he was mistaken, he would be more disappointed after the surprise. He shook his hand fiercely, almost pulled out a blood ditch on the horse's hip, and a pair of tiger eyes were covered with a mist of excitement and great joy.

What is a surprise?

Three years ago, it was a bolt from the blue, three years of misery and suffering, and three years of sadness and gloom in the Ye family. What about the prosperity of the family? How about countless military achievements? His family has been cut off and has no descendants. But three years later, the once great surprise appeared miraculously again, and this surprise was ten times and a hundred times bigger than the last time. Thinking of his father's despair and his wife's tears, he wanted to laugh up and cry.

But as a father, can he cry before his son. He held back and let the oncoming wind dry the mist of tears he had just condensed again and again.

Before the horse approached, he didn't have time to wait for the horse to stop. He jumped up from the horse, fell to the ground, rushed to ye Wuchen, held his shoulders with both hands, and Hanwei's eyes were fixed on ye Wuchen's face, "Chen Er, is it really you?"

"It's me. I'm back," ye Wuchen smiled and raised his left hand with a sword God ring. "No one can impersonate me in this world."

"Chen'er..." he tried to control his mood. At this time, his eyes were still blurred by tears. Obviously, there were too many words to say, but under this situation, he was speechless and choked. The arms pressed on ye Wuchen's shoulders were shaking violently, just like his trembling heart.

"Three years ago, I went to the hell palace. The Lord of hell said that even if the people of the Ye family want to die, they must die on the battlefield, so he sent me back today." Ye Wuchen said with a smile. The man's expression and his tears made his heart throb quietly. The man's tears are too precious, but he is not stingy for his son.

Perhaps, in this life, he could not bear to tell him that he was not his son. Just a man posing as his son. This fatherhood is too valuable for him to pay back.

Therefore, he can only be his "son" in another way.

"Father, these are my two friends. His name is lengya. You know, his name is Chu Jingtian. He is the grandson of the sword God Chu cangming. We knew each other a long time ago. "Website" ye Wuchen introduced with a smile.

In the past, ye Wei must be shocked when he heard the "grandson of the sword God Chu cangming". At this time, he didn't even move his eyes to Chu Jingtian. The "father" attracted all his mind. Later, he couldn't care.

"You finally... Call me father."

"You are my father." Ye Wuchen replied. Thinking of that night, he and ye Shuiyao stood under the moon, worshipped heaven and earth, and married under the witness of heaven and earth. From that moment on, her parents became his parents. He can finally call his father with a clear conscience.

Ye Wei nodded heavily and they smiled at each other.

Ye Wei stood up straight, looked up to the sky, seemed to be waiting for his tears to dry, and seemed to be grateful for God's kindness with his heart. He could see that ye Wuchen's body was weak and frightening at this time, but it didn't matter. He came back, as long as he came back.

A carriage finally caught up in the bumps all the way. Ye Wuchen said, "father, let's talk at home. I'm homesick."

Ye Wei nodded heavily. Home... Without ye Wuchen's home, it really can't be called a home.

With the help of Chu Jingtian, ye Wuchen sat in the carriage, and Ning Xue and Tong Xin also stepped in one after another. Ning Xue turned back and said, "brother Daniel, that wheelchair is very important to my brother. Don't lose it."

"Don't worry, it's just a few pieces of wood." Chu Jingtian patted his chest, and there was still some moisture in the corners of his eyes. Just now, ye Wei and ye Wuchen had only a few short words, but he had felt too many things. Men don't need to say too much. A few words, a few eyes and a few expressions are really enough. For a man without a father, his feelings are sour, astringent, bitter and envious.

"Two are chen'er's friends, who are distinguished guests of my Ye family. Please get on the horse." Ye Wei dismounts the two soldiers who follow him and politely greets Chu Jingtian and lengya.

Chu Jingtian waved his hand and said, "uncle, you're welcome. It may be faster for us to walk."

Lengya also nodded faintly.

Ye Wei stopped insisting, nodded slightly, turned over, got on the horse, drank a light drink and left.

When they walked away, Chu Jingtian lifted the wheelchair and whispered, "Oh? What kind of wood is this? It's so hard that it feels like steel. " He didn't think much, but said solemnly, "ice face, do you know why I can't beat you? I understand now, because my body is much heavier than you. If you dare to resist this, let's compete again. "

Lengya glanced at him, swept his right hand, grabbed the wheelchair in his hand like lightning, easily grasped it in his hand, like holding grass mustard, and said blandly, "let you ten seconds."

"That's what you said." Chu Jingtian didn't delay. He took a deep breath, pulled out cangming sword behind him, threw it forward, and shouted: "sword God formula - light sword has no shadow!"

As soon as he finished reading, his body jumped up and his feet stepped on the sword. His tall and strong body galloped away at low altitude on the sword. In the twinkling of an eye, he was far away, and a royal blue line was drawn behind him.

Lengya waited in place for ten seconds, and then with a cold hum of disdain, his foot made a mistake, his body turned into a gray light and shadow, and disappeared in an instant.

With a "Chi" sound, a figure with blue light flashed by, startling the galloping horse for a while.

Before long, there was another "whoosh", and a gray wind blew by.

Looking at the two figures chasing one after the other, ye Wei praised: "it is worthy of being the son of the God of war and the grandson of the sword God! It's so shocking at this age. "

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The news of Ye Wuchen's return did not run away, but the Ye family whispered in a small range, but no one alerted Ye nu. Wang Wenshu stood at the gate and walked back and forth anxiously. Her hands were staggered and put behind her. Finally, she didn't know where to put them. The heart beat so violently that she could clearly hear the sound of "fluttering".

She almost fainted when she got the news.

At this time, her heart was full of strong longing and stronger fear. Every extra second of waiting was a hard ordeal for her.

She has been a very hard mother. She has taken care of and maintained her weak and sick son since childhood, and suffered two heavy bereavements in succession. But... She kept calling in her heart. As long as her son really came back and suffered more pain, she would be willing to die even if it was short-lived.

The sound of hoofs was approaching. As soon as he rode a fast horse and whipped, it was Ye Si who went with Ye Wei. He jumped off his horse at the door. Before Wang Wenshu asked, he respectfully shouted, "madam, the master asked me to tell my wife that it is the young master. There is no doubt that he and miss Ning Xue are safe and will return soon. The master was afraid of his wife's worry, so he asked the little horse to report first. "

Wang Wenshu's tears burst out. She hugged Xiaolv, the servant girl around her, and began to cry. In a little time, she wet Xiaolv's skirt.

"Madam, the young master is back. Madam should be happy." Small green red eyes, clumsy comfort way.

Wang Wenshu didn't say a word. She just kept crying. She couldn't speak.

In their waiting, ye Wuchen's carriage finally came to the door of Ye's house, opened the curtain, looked at the big word "Ye" on the door, and ye Wuchen was melancholy. He hugged Ning Xue and Tong Xin and whispered, "three years ago, we finally went home again."

The curtain was pulled open at once, revealing Wang Wenshu's face full of tears. Ye Wuchen looked at her and said softly, "Mom, I'm back."

Wang Wenshu's whole body was shocked and staggered. Desperate, she got on the carriage, held ye Wuchen in her arms, and burst into tears, regardless of whether it was still on the street here.

Around, more and more people stopped to watch, and their faces were full of shock and disbelief. Also from this moment, the news of Ye Wuchen's return spread out very quickly, causing shock in all directions.

Listening to the tearful cry, Chu Jingtian muttered, "having parents is happiness, alas."

As soon as he finished, lengya rushed into the door of Ye's house without saying a word. Chu Jingtian just subconsciously wanted to hold him. When he reached half, he withdrew his hand bitterly, "ice face is also a person with a mother. I should go to his mother. Alas, I'm left alone."

He shook his fist and shouted in a low voice, "in the next life, we must be reborn and be a person with a mother!!"

When ye Wuchen was helped out of the carriage by Chu Jingtian, the clothes on his chest had been wet with tears by Wang Wenshu. He enjoyed and appreciated the purest and most selfless affection. When he got into a wheelchair and was pushed in by Ning Xue and Tong Xin, Wang Wenshu stayed there. She asked in a trembling voice, "chen'er, your legs..."

Ye Wei patted her on the shoulder, shook his head and whispered, "it's not a leg. He was exhausted in the first World War of dafengguo and couldn't recover. Now he is very weak and will continue to be so weak in the future. Like, like before he was sixteen. "

Wang Wenshu was stunned for a while and said absently, "well, he doesn't have to carry such a big responsibility and won't run around. After that, I will watch him at home every day. No one can hurt our chen'er any more. "

Ye Wei nodded. Twice, they can't afford the next one.

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