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Chapter 53 "Eleventh"

As if betrayal and deceit were discovered, hysterical roars echoed in our ears.

"You hid him, ahem! Where did you hide him!"

That kind of fiery anger seemed to be jetting out from his no longer sharp eyes, trying to burn me to death.

why?
Why, is he so angry?
"You are not him, you are not him!"

"Lin Man, Lin Man!"

Seeing that the situation was not quite right, Moral hurriedly called out my name loudly.

Do you want me to do something?

But what else can I... do?

"that……"

"You devils! Devils, ahem! Devils!"

We can't pay attention to our shouts at all, just like being immersed in our own thinking world.

No, I am very concerned about what he said, I have to find a way to ask clearly!
Most importantly, he knew my father!

Every time I recall the unconcealable sadness in his eyes, it makes me unable to let go of it for a long time.

But this may be the only chance for me to learn about those past events. I must learn something from him!
Now that he has discovered that I am not the Lancetalo in his memory, this has led to the current violent phenomenon, and he can no longer listen to other words.

So what if the right medicine is prescribed?

Since he was able to recognize me as my father for the first time, he will naturally be able to mistake me for my father again!

try again?

It may be really hard for you to imagine that a skinny, scruffy old man who may go west at any time can struggle with such great strength.

Let's find a way to let him communicate with us normally, right?
"See clearly, it's me, it's me!"

After winking at Nalia and Moral, I grabbed the struggling old guy and shouted.

Since gentle means are useless, let's use something harder. It seems that this old bone doesn't look like it will fall apart after a little tossing.

"I didn't get hurt by them, I'm back!"

And it sounds like his knot is that my father was taken away by someone, maybe he was treated unfairly?
"you?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Grasping this guy's momentary stupefaction, he brought his face directly in front of his eyes.

Pointing to his own face, he emphasized again:

"I, it's me, Lancestaloh, they didn't do anything to me!"

Then he kept shaking his shoulders lightly, so that his eyes could not focus on my face accurately, only slightly blurred.

It can be seen that maybe I am really very similar to my father.

"You, is it really you?"

Slowly, the old guy who was very excited under my shaking finally calmed down slowly.

But to my surprise, his eyes were no longer looking at me.

Seemingly confirming that I am Lancestalo, his turbid eyes began to flicker slightly, and even dodged slightly.

"You, you are back..."

This is, are you afraid?

This appearance, rather than fear, gave me an illusion of guilt.

Is it guilt?

His eyes began to dodge, and he wanted to raise his head to look at me but quickly lowered it.

He kept whispering in his mouth:

"I know, you will definitely come back..."

He is guilty of me?
No, the person who made him feel guilty was my father!

Why on earth?
The scene in front of me made it difficult for me to understand for a while, and I obviously expressed considerable resentment towards my father's "departure" before.

But now that the protagonist in the resentment has "appeared" in front of him, why does he show such an expression?

Who is he?

What kind of relationship does it have with my father?
"I am back."

He patted him on the shoulder lightly again, this time without shaking him.

For now, let's try to appease him, and generally understand the current situation.

He is living in his own world like this now, even if he can communicate with me normally in the end, I don't think he can get the answer he wants.

Even if guilt is the best motivation in the world, it can't hold back such an inextricable autism, right?

"I know, I just knew, you will definitely come back! Cough cough!"

As if feeling my kindness, the words in his mouth finally changed into another look.

"Haha, it's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

It was supposed to be a smile, but tears could not stop pouring out silently from the dry spring that had already dried up long ago.

I wanted to reach out to help him insert it, but in the end I still didn't raise my hand.

"You, do you know him?"

Nalia, who suddenly realized something, met my eyes in shock.

After blinking his beautiful big eyes a few times, he met the bitter-faced Moral again.

"I used to know."

He winked at Moral secretly and told him to take Nalia out of here, but Moral should also explain the current situation to Nalia later, right?
By the way, I handed Gulu to Nalia who stood up.

You said, how do you ask me to answer at this time?

If I say I don't know him, then if he finds out that I'm not my father again, wouldn't that be the end of it?
And speaking of it, at this age, maybe he is still my father's elder?

If you think about it this way, you might feel furious at my father being treated unfairly, right?

Then if this is the case, the old man in front of me is also my elder?

Hmm... what type of elder would that be?
Feel like maybe a leader at work?senior?or something else?

At least from the point of calling my father's surname directly, at least it can't be my blood relatives, right?
Of course, I didn't hear my father say that I have other elders.

Could it be that my mother... the elders of the in-laws?

No, not possible!
"You, are you still blaming me?"

It may be that Moral and Nalia left suddenly, which led to a strange silence here, which irritated the old man in front of him, and he suddenly said something that I didn't expect.

"what?"

Too bad, I subconsciously agreed to what I thought in my heart!
he……

"I know you won't forgive me so easily."

Big drops of tears fell unscrupulously on my sleeves. This kind of sadness from the heart has left an indelible impression in my heart.

He means, has he done anything to offend my father?
Then he...?
"It's me, I'm sorry for you! Ahem!"

This?
When I look at it now, it may be because I have spoken out the self-blame that I have accumulated in my heart. I can clearly feel that sense of grief accompanied by strong resentment.

Slowly, he raised his head and looked at me again.

But the strange thing is that there is a little light in the originally extremely cloudy eyes.

It's called the Light of Hope.

But in an instant, an ominous premonition crept into my heart.

"No, you are not him!"

Finished!

The remedy, the remedy!

"Yes, I'm not him, my name is Ransta Lorinman, and I'm his son."

At this time, it would be the best way to show your identity straightforwardly.

"You, you are not him, but you are also him, haha, hahaha."

After listening to my words, the old man in front of him suddenly laughed strangely again.

"Hey, Lin Man, hey, his son, hey..."

"his son……"

"Lin Man, Lin Man!"

As if thinking of something, he who had been smiling strangely suddenly began to pronounce my name seriously.

again and again.

"Like him, you didn't lie to me, you are very similar to him, hehe, like him!"

"Tell me how he is, how he is!"

"He is dead."

For a moment, I didn't dare to look into his longing eyes, even though I knew that he might have hurt my father.

I know that no matter what, he cares about my father so much, but I can simply tell him that my father is no longer in this world.

"Dead, dead."

The light that originally appeared in the eyes began to dim to the extent visible to the naked eye.

"hey-hey……"

This spring, which has already gushed out spring water, seems to be likely to dry up again at any time.

"He is, how did he die?"

"Dead in battle."

"The one who died in battle, well, he's still fighting..."

"He's a poor man, poor man!"

poor guy?

I don't know why, after hearing me say that my father died in the war, he started talking to himself unconsciously again.

"The person who was so powerful back then, hehe, everyone liked him so much."

"But he, ahem!"

"He's a poor man, poor man!"

"The wife and the wife are dead too, cough, the children are also dead..."

what?
wife!

Do you mean my mother?
"I was also taken away by them, and there is no news so far."

That, that!
What about the child?

What the hell does this mean?
"It's my fault, it's my fault, cough cough cough!"

"No, there's news, Lancestaloh, he's dead..."

"Hey Hey!"

The crazy-looking old man kept talking to himself in front of me. Every time he talked about my father's positive topics, he would laugh strangely, but when he talked about negative topics, he would cough violently.

Although I was trying my best to understand the words he kept uttering, the impact on my thinking made me extremely tired.

"I don't want him to forgive me, ahem! He, he has the right to hate me, he hates me!"

"He hates it well, and hates it for granted!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"You hate me too, hate me!"

He couldn't let it go, he killed my father, my mother died, and his child died too...

Children, are they my brothers and sisters?
Or are you just pointing at me...?
I do not know I do not know!
Why, what the hell, why is this happening!

Unknowingly, the vision in front of him turned dark red.

"Hey!"

The sudden huge pulling force from my hand dragged me, who was about to be paralyzed, back to this cold and cruel world.

"You are qualified, your words, it's you, it's you!"

The weird blood red color began to fade slowly, and I could see what was in front of me clearly again...

"You killed me, killed me!"

"Revenge, hey, revenge!"

hate, hate...

(End of this chapter)