Mr.president, you are too gentle

Under the halo, only the outline of a figure appeared there. That person is extremely tall, but extremely thin, as if he could leave with these halos and go with the wind in the next second.

As the figure of the man came in gradually, the outline of his face became clear gradually. It is still so affectionate eyebrows and eyes, with a little deep eyes, thin lips, and the unkindness of strangers. The line of the chin is directly connected to the back of the ear, as if it is the most determined existence.

His face was so pale that it almost seemed to be anemic. People couldn't help feeling that his blood vessels could be clearly seen.

The lip color is white, and the whole person is a little sick, but the spirit is rare and very good. The walking posture is a little strange. When I look closer, I know that my foot is injured and I'm holding a crutch.

He was wearing a white linen shirt with short sleeves of the same color. His thin shoulders seemed to be able to bear such weight. It was more and more emaciated and distressing.

The figure of the man was getting closer and closer until the people could finally see his face clearly. For a moment, there was a moment of silence in the mourning hall, as if I couldn't believe it, and then there was a burst of exclamation at the same time.

"Wu Qing!"

Xu Huaibei's voice was unbelievable, but with deep joy, he looked at the voice gradually moving forward.

The voice of Wu Qing's parents was also unbelievable, but with guilt and grief, his voice was low, as if afraid of disturbing the person. For fear that this is just his illusion, Wu Qing will leave his vision the next second.

Fang Tianluo's voice was hysterical. He looked at the eyebrows and eyes that he had described countless times in his memory. It was amazing. This call seemed to shout out his grief and grievances these days.

The man finally walked slowly in front of the crowd. It was indeed the familiar face and voice of the familiar person. He stood in the center of the hall and opened his arms slightly in the surprise and unbelievable eyes of the people.

Try to squeeze out a smile and try to be humorous. "It's me. I'm back."

The next second, Wu Qing's mother jumped into his arms. The son had not been in touch since childhood, but the nature of maternal love could not be erased.

"Is it really you, Wu Qing, you're back?" she asked hurriedly, as if she was afraid that all this was a dream, just her own fool's dream.

Wu Qing had no choice but to reach out to appease her mother and said in her ear word by word: "really, it's really me back. Mom, I'm sorry to worry you."

When you make sure that the person in your arms is real, not your own fantasy. Wu Qing's mother finally burst into tears. This always calm and elegant woman is now crying like a child.

Tightly grasp the clothes on Wu Qing's chest, as if to cry out the grievances and worries of this period of time, and accuse Wu Qing one by one.

Even Wu Qing's father, with red eyes behind him, kept saying, "just come back, just come back."

Xu Huaibei also changed from the original disbelief to the present comfort. He knew that Wu Qing was not so easy to die.