The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 1807 Life has reached the end, but there are still regrets in my heart

His current appearance is exactly the same as that of his father Ye Feng in that thatched hut on Qingyun Mountain back then.

When Ye Han was thinking, he didn't like to be disturbed by others. Sometimes, even if there was thunder and heavy rain, he would still sit here firmly, as majestic as Mount Tai.

During this period of time, he experienced too many things.

Perhaps the people around couldn't tell what kind of changes had taken place in him during this time, but only Ye Han knew that he had actually changed a lot.

Sometimes, Ye Han would dream of going back to that small thatched cottage, thinking back to his previous experiences with his father.

But the memory also gets faster and faster as time goes by, and it gradually becomes less refreshing.

Year after year passed, and the child of him and the princess was born.

When Ye Han hugged his infant child, he suddenly thought of his father, Ye Feng.

At the beginning, when his father took him to Qingyun Mountain, he was only so old. How hard it was for a young man to take a child who was still in his infancy. He has not been considered a real man until now. understood his father.

Time passed quickly, seeing that his child was already six years old, and seeing the child looking up at him innocently, Ye Han seemed to see himself when he was a child.

He has never been so eager to see his father.

So I went back to the study immediately, picked up the pen and paper, and began to write letters to my father, hoping that my father could come to the capital and live with them.

However, what disappointed Ye Han was that his father expressed his unwillingness to come and live with him!

Father Ye Feng felt that he had already married and established a business and had his own life. An old man over half a century old like him should not disturb their life in the past.

Moreover, he was used to living in the mountains and forests, so he didn't want to come here.

Ye Han knew that his father had always been a person with his own ideas, so if he didn't want to come, no matter what he said, his father would not agree.

So Ye Han could only give up.

Decades have passed, and Ye Feng is already 55 years old.

He is no longer a general, but retired to the mansion to recuperate.

This year, his physical condition has deteriorated day by day. He often coughs up blood weakly, and sometimes faints to the ground. His health is not as good as before.

The servants around him continued to take care of him, but they couldn't keep up with the speed at which his illness broke out.

Sometimes, when Ye Han lay on the bed and recalled his whole life, he suddenly felt that it seemed so unreal like a dream.

At this moment, Ye Han could also sense that his time seemed to be running out.

So he climbed up from the bed with difficulty, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to write a letter to his father, wanting to see him.

At this moment, his wife suddenly opened the door and walked in.

Madam held a bowl of medicine in her hand, which was originally intended to be given to Ye Han, but when she saw that Ye Han was not lying on the bed, but sitting weakly on the chair in front of the desk, grinding ink, she suddenly Shocked!

She hurriedly walked to Ye Han's side with an eager expression, put down the medicine bowl hastily, and supported Ye Han's body.

"Master, why did you go to the ground by yourself, your body is still very weak, you can't toss your bones like this!"

Ye Han's expression remained firm, he pointed to the inkstone, and said to his wife, "Help me sharpen the ink."

"Then you drink this bowl of medicine first!"

Madam hurriedly handed over the medicine bowl, but Ye Han had a serious face, gently pushed the medicine bowl away, and said, "No need."

"How serious is my own body? I know that drinking these medicines is useless."

Ye Han's attitude was very firm, he didn't want to waste any more time on these meaningless things.

Now he desperately wants to see his father, and doesn't want to waste any time!

"But……"

Madam's face was full of hesitation.

Ye Han frowned, and shouted angrily, "Why, you don't even want to listen to what I have to say now, do you?"

The madam was taken aback, she quickly put down the medicine bowl, hurried to the side, and began to grind the ink.

Ye Han sat weakly on the chair, looking extremely tired.

When the ink was ready, he panted heavily, tried to stabilize his mind, picked up the brush and was ready to start writing.

How could he know that this stroke hadn't waited for it to fall, the next second, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with an extremely painful expression, and sprinkled it directly on the rice paper.

"Master, master, are you okay!"

Madam's expression was extremely panicked, she hurriedly grabbed Ye Han's hand, and said anxiously: "Master, you have already vomited blood, I will take you to the bed to rest!"

Ye Han tried his best to stabilize his mind, he gently pushed his wife away, and threw the blood-stained paper on the ground.

Breathing heavily, he picked up the pen and began to write.

The lady on the side was full of anxious expressions, and she said anxiously: "Master, what do you want to write, or I will write it for you!"

During this period of time, Ye Han's illness was gradually becoming more serious, Madam was really worried that he would make his illness worse again due to lack of physical strength.

But Ye Han shook his head firmly. He didn't say anything more, but explained softly: "Father...knows my writing."

"He only reads letters that I personally write."

As he said that, Ye Han tried his best to lift his spirits and began to write a letter.

Half a stick of incense time passed, and Ye Han finally finished writing the letter. With his wife's support, he returned to the bed to rest contentedly.

Time passed quickly, one day, two days, and half a year passed. Every day, Ye Han was looking forward to his father's reply to him, and also looking forward to his father's figure appearing in his courtyard.

The first thing I do when I open my eyes every day is to hold my wife's hand and ask if my father is coming.

Madam's eyes were red, she held his hand tightly, and comforted him: "Father will come, father will definitely come."

Early the next morning, Ye Han's illness suddenly worsened.

He coughed up blood with a painful face, and then lay weak on the bed, speechless.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly opened.

Ye Feng's elderly figure walked quickly into the house with strides.

Ye Han felt a gentle breath wafting out, he slowly raised his head, looked towards the door, and saw his grizzled father looking at him with distressed expression.

"Father...Father, you finally came to see me."

(End of this chapter)