Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 317 Decision (1)
It's just that he was too cruel to himself, and he had to face the murderer of his son day and night, and let her witness her husband's doting on that woman, what was it like in her heart.

This kind of patience, this kind of ruthlessness, how can it be expressed in a painful word?
"Then...then...are you ready to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan now?" Since the mother and son have been planning for so many years, it must be time to end it.

"Recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors?" Jin Hanlin clenched his hands on his lap tightly, his eyes were icy cold, and the lanterns on the eaves were flickering, as if his eyes were indifferent at the moment.

With his appearance, Jin Hao didn't know how to comfort him. Maybe Jin Hanlin just wanted an audience from the beginning to the end, and didn't need any comfort at all.

"I never thought of recognizing my ancestors and returning to my ancestors." Jin Hanlin actually sneered, with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Jin Hao, I will never forget the feeling of struggling for life and death. I can't forget the pain of being bitten off by wild dogs. They gave me the gift of fertility, and I gave it back to them on that day. Even the eldest princess, she searched hard and cared for her for the next few years. , that moved me." And I was willing to recognize her because of you.

Of course, Jin Hanlin didn't talk to Jin Hao about the following words, but his voice became more and more forceful: "Jin Hao, I seem to be casual, but I am the most stubborn. In my heart, I only remember one sentence... one If you make a mistake, you should never think about regretting it, because there has never been a regret medicine in the world.”

Although Jin Hanlin's last words were spoken lightly, Jinhao could hear a deep chill and deep indifference, and more hatred that could be clearly understood without concealment.

This kind of hatred, revealed so indifferently, seemed even more paranoid.

Jin Hao looked at Jin Hanlin in front of him, and found that no matter how ecstatic he was in the past, in fact, he is the same kind of person as himself, and he will definitely pay back double what he owes me.

He is brooding over the events of the past, the indifference of his biological mother, the ruthlessness of his biological father, and the nightmare of the mass grave, all of which have been etched in his mind. If it were someone else, he would definitely not be able to understand his emotions.

But for the reborn her, she is the most understanding, and she has experienced the despair on the verge of death.

Jin Hao understands Jin Hanlin's symptoms very well, but has no intention of persuading him at all.

Why persuasion?
Why can a bad guy live without guilt after killing someone, and why those so-called relatives can still be romantic when he is about to die in pain.

Such a person does not hate or retaliate, how can it be said that God has eyes?

This is the first time that Jinhao has seen Jin Hanlin, who looks like a banished fairy, show hatred. In the past, he always looked calm and unrestrained, but behind all his calmness and elegance, others couldn't see it. The wounds in the wounds were rotten and cocooned, but festered inside.

This kind of hatred is the driving force of Jin Hanlin, she finally understands why he became a genius and a child prodigy.

Sighing softly, Jin Hao tightly held Jin Hanlin's cold palm, and said slowly and seriously: "Cousin, what do you want to do, just do it! You have to do it for yourself all your life. What do we have to do with secular etiquette, human beings live only in their minds."

After Jin Hanlin finished speaking, he regretted a little. People in the Celestial Dynasty valued filial piety the most, and a person like him who does not recognize his ancestors and wants to take revenge on his father will be criticized by thousands of people.

However, he never expected that Jin Hao would say such a thing.

People live, but idealistic only.

Yes, if he let them go, he would have trouble sleeping and eating, and could not sleep at night.

Why, when he was struggling on the line of life and death, they were still alive and well-clothed.

Why, when he was plagued by nightmares every day and night, they could still sit back and relax.

Why... why...

Jin Hanlin looked at her blankly: "You really don't think I did something wrong, don't you think it's unfilial for me to refuse to recognize my ancestors and return to them, and to seek revenge on them..." The question was a bit difficult, and she looked at Jin Hao carefully. s eyes.

Jin Hao said indifferently: "In addition to unfilial piety, there is also unkindness in the world. When the son was young, his father was the tree that sheltered him from the wind and rain, but look at what that man did. What qualifications does such an unkind person have? Asking you to be filial? If I were you, I would naturally not spare such a person, so why should others pay for his mistakes?"

In Jinhao's view, these things were all caused by the Weiyuan Hou Delong Wangshu, who wanted to marry the eldest princess with golden branches and jade leaves, and was reluctant to part with his gentle and careless cousin. There is no perfect thing in the world, and he should be taught by his own son .

Jin Hanlin was dazed at first, and then ecstatic. Jinhao didn't think he was unfilial and supported him, which made him like a thirsty traveler in the desert meeting a lake with clear water.

However, Jin Hanlin still stared at Jin Hao's small face for a long time, no trace of falsehood could be seen on that white jade plate-like face, and only then did he reveal his usual sweet smile like sweet spring: "Thank you."

Thank you for letting me finally let go of the anxiety in my heart, and finally have the courage to face the road ahead. Even if I am criticized by thousands of people in the future, as long as you are here, I can face it calmly.

Stretching her arms: "I've finished what I need to say. Let's go. I'll take you home personally, otherwise Aunt Juan will have to worry again."

"Knowing that my mother was worried, she picked me up."

Jin Hao complained in his heart, and his attention was attracted by Jin Hanlin's movements.

Only when he walked to her side did he realize that her hair was a little wet, her brows frowned, and there was an extra softness in her usual elegant demeanor: "I know how to change clothes, even when my hair is wet." If you know how to tidy it up, can I wipe it for you?" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to loosen her hair, and put the golden step aside, as if she didn't want to see it.

"Ah."

Jin Hao's face was slightly on fire, because he was so close, his breath was blowing on her thin neck, like a caterpillar crawling, making her whole body a little stiff.

Jin Hanlin was standing beside the chair, using the cloth towel brought up by the servants to lift up her long hair, and rubbing it gently, carefully, as if he held the most important treasure in his hand.

The girl's face was reddish, holding the teacup, sipping it lightly, and when she swallowed the tea, a faint smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

In the quiet hall, there is only the occasional sound of cloth rubbing. On the sandalwood chair, there is a slim girl dressed in blue sky and water, her loose black hair is stained with hazy moisture, and beside her is a white dress. The slender and tall young man was carefully holding up the girl's long lock of hair with a moon-white cloth towel in his hand, rubbing it lightly, and there seemed to be an invisible soft and charming atmosphere surrounding them.

(End of this chapter)