Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Pear city.

Flower island.

On the largest reef in the East.

A man in a gray long shirt, holding a jade flute, stood quietly facing the sea.

The waves came and the white spray splashed down on him.

Behind him came heavy footfalls.

Don't look. He knows who the man is?

Jade flute in the mouth, the gentle sound of flute slowly flowing.

The man behind him was in a black robe with black and white hair. There was a deep anger all over him.

"Ming Lang, for so many years, can you only play this song?"

The man in black suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was as green as a man of 60 or 70 years old.

The man who played the flute didn't respond to him. He was still playing his flute in the sea breeze.

The music is melodious, but it is sad.

The man in black came up to him and stood beside him.

The wind and waves in their eyes fall into the eyes of the two people, but bring them different feelings.

One spray is rolling, the other is calm.

Five minutes later.

The man who plays the flute stops. He looks at the man beside him and opens his mouth slowly.

"Yuheng, have you learned it?"

"What?"

Bo Yuheng, dressed in a black robe, looked at him coldly. His hands were on his back and he said in a cold voice.

"You've heard it for so many years. Do you understand it?"

The dark wave looked into the distance with a smile on his face.

"What do you understand? What if you don't?"

Bo Yuheng calm face, lift thin lips.

In a few days, he became a prisoner from the top of power, imprisoned on this island.

Although all the facilities on the island are very complete, compared with the prosperous life in Licheng, it is too friendly here.

What's more, in addition to guarding his guards, there is only the dark wave.

Life here is really boring.

Bo Yuheng knows that Nan Huaijin wants him to repent here. But he felt that in this life, he had never done anything that he regretted.

It was as if at the moment he was answering the question of Ming Lang.

"I understand. You are my friend..."

The dark wave held the jade flute's hand behind her, and the sea breeze was blowing the red ears hanging on the flute.

Two people of similar size stand together, but their temperament is totally different.

"Friend?"

Bo Yuheng hooked his lips and held out a cold smile.

"Ming Lang, I have always regarded you as my friend."

"Yuheng, do you really regard me as your friend?"

The dark wave turned and stood face to face.

Behind Bo Yuheng, there are many reefs. Behind the dark waves, there is a sea rolling with white spray.

It's like twenty years ago.

At that time, Lin ange was less than three years old.

"We are not friends. What is that? The enemy? "

Bo Yuheng's eyes became fierce, and his deep socket became pale gray.

"Neither enemy nor friend."

Ming Lang looked directly into his eyes and said word by word.

"Dark wave, it turns out that in your heart, we are so cold. A good friend is not an enemy. After all these years, I've been sentimental. "

Bo Yuheng clenched his teeth.

"Yuheng, I really regard you as a friend, but you don't know how to cherish it. Yuheng, how many people have you failed to live up to for so many years? Are you clear in your mind? "

The sea breeze blows two people's clothes pendulum, sends out the fine sound. Scraping through the corner of the eye, some tingling.

"Fail? Do you know how many people have failed me

Bo Yuheng's facial features are slightly distorted.

"I don't know who has failed you, I only know that you have failed too many people..."