Five years of love: the baby is 73 days old

Chapter 205

[Today's first update is here. I saw the message from Qinqin of Rebirth Jianghu, so I can adopt the method of adding more monthly tickets. Liubai thank you for your suggestion. I will try it today. If the monthly ticket increases by 50, Liubai will give it a try today Going all out is on top of yesterday's update, plus one more chapter, which is 6 updates!Hope you guys cheer! 】

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are you my dad

Once these cautious and deeply hopeful words were uttered, how could Wei Lianting control his emotions?
On the spot, I almost burst into tears!

It's really his Ling'er!

He has searched for it for so many years, thought about it for so many years, and hoped to meet again for so many years, and now he finally met.

In fact, it's not just his Ling'er who feels uncertain about him?Feel suspicious!
It was him, who clearly knew that the child in front of him was his own son, but before he responded to the name he called out, he couldn't believe that his son was right in front of him!
Because I dreamed back at midnight and imagined it too many times.

I have also dreamed too many times in my midnight dream, the meeting of father and son is more real than the current scene.

However, behind the short-lived beautiful dream, there are only broken dreams and confusion after waking up.

He was really afraid, now this is another too good dream!
As soon as his knees softened, Wei Lianting kneeled down involuntarily with one leg, and slowly stretched out his hand.

It seemed that he wanted to touch Xiao Xiling and hug him, but he didn't dare.

That expression, that tears, that endless anticipation and longing made Xiao Xiling no longer doubt the fact that the uncle in front of him was his dearest relative.

On the small face, two lines of tears immediately fell down.

He asked persistently and firmly again, "Are you my father?"

Lian Ting choked with sobs and nodded vigorously, her voice was low and excited, "Yes, yes, Ling'er, I am your father, father is here, father is here to find Ling'er! Dad is sorry for you!"

"dad--"

After Xiao Xiling heard such a definite answer.

Finally, with a loud cry of 'Wow—', she rushed into Wei Lianting's open embrace with trembling hands.

"Dad—Dad—"

"Ling'er, Ling'er—Ling'er—"

The father and son hugged each other tightly on the spot and burst into tears.

This situation made Daxiong's wife's eye sockets instantly red and moist, and tears flowed out.

I thought even more in my heart: Do evil!The good father and son actually quarreled because of the young couple, and they separated for so many years!
Poor Ling Wa'er who is so well-behaved, sensible and obedient!
Daxiong's wife, who has always respected and cared for Shen Luoxin for many years, after seeing such a miserable, heart-wrenching and touching scene of father and son meeting each other.

For the first time, she had an opinion on Shen Luoxin!
Thinking of the couple quarreling, it's fine to just let it go, why did it make it so serious to run away from home!

And to be so cruel and never go back for so many years, the stubborn girl of the Shen family——

Hey, it's no wonder that little brother Wei has been tortured so skinny.

Anyone who has been looking for it for five years can't live well.

At this moment, Shen Luoxin, who was in the kitchen making omelets, suddenly heard Ling'er's cry.

Startled, he threw away the shovel in his hand, and quickly ran to the door.

As soon as she stepped out of the gate, her figure also froze stiffly.

that person--

Could she be mistaken?

She actually had hallucinations in broad daylight?
She actually thought that she had seen the man whom she had spent more than five years but couldn't forget, and instead loved him more and more?
It should be impossible, how is it possible?He gets sick every month, how can he survive without his own blood?

Shen Luoxin shook her head violently in shock and disbelief.

However, her eyes still fell on the two figures, one big and one small, who were hugging each other without moving.

He lost weight!
It's so thin that it can be described as shape pin bones.

On the slender fingers and the back of the hand holding Ling'er, there are blue and purple veins all over, as if no flesh can be seen at all.

Putting the Buddha is like covering bones with skin.

His tears flowed so much and so urgently, it seemed that he couldn't control it at all, and he wanted to vent - vent - the pain and grievance of so many years.

Before she knew it, she herself had burst into tears.

This glance, in her eyes, seems to have changed the world.

In fact, it was only a few seconds.

Daxiong's wife was originally slightly slandering and dissatisfied with Shen Luoxin.

But when I saw the same tears on her face and the deep yearning and attachment in her eyes.

There is only distress and sympathy left in my heart.

He strode over, grabbed Shen Luoxin's hand, and led her to the place where Lian Ting and Xiao Xiling embraced each other.

He still sighed and said helplessly, "Sister, if you're not sister-in-law, I'm talking about you. You're both a couple. Isn't it common for someone to argue with each other?"

"Look at how it's done, it's miserable!"

"Now that your man has worked so hard to find him, listen to my sister-in-law's persuasion, talk it out well, let him admit his mistake to you, and forgive him, okay?"

"Poor Ling Wa'er, such a small baby, it's the first time I've seen his father when he grows up so big! You say you—hey!"

"But, don't cry anymore, my sister-in-law won't talk about you anymore, I know you are suffering too!"

As Mrs. Daxiong said, she kept wiping her tears with her other hand.

And Lian Ting and Xiao Xiling finally separated slowly when they saw Shen Luoxin being pulled over.

Xiao Xiling even rushed over quickly, shouting aggrievedly, "Mom—Mom—"

Tears flowed.

That look, that panicked voice calling "Mom--" clearly contained countless unspoken pleadings.

Obviously, although the child is young, he has an unusual feeling about the unspoken relationship between his parents, but he is very sensitive.

(End of this chapter)