My daughter said, my identity is the head of the Zhang family

“…….”

After the door is closed.

Zhang Qilin looked forward.

In this room, there is a bed.

On the bed lay several thick layers of felt, and on that felt lay a woman.

Zhang Qilin’s expression changed slightly.

After listening to what the guru just said.

He felt that it was all too hasty.

Looking at the woman lying in front of him, he stood restlessly, not knowing what to do.

This scene.

It surprised all the viewers who were watching the memories.

In everyone’s impression.

Zhang Qilin has always been a person who is light and breezy, and does not care about himself.

Even in the ancient city of Sizhou, who was only one step away from death, he did not show any emotion on his face.

But at the moment.

In this dimly lit room.

Looking at the woman, he was like a child who had made a mistake and was afraid of being punished by his mother.

This moment.

Everyone felt his cramped unease.

Inside the Modu International Stadium.

The scene was much quieter than it had just been.

Because.

All the audience knows that for Zhang Qilin, this moment is extremely important.

They did not dare to speak.

Due to the 12 reasons that are too substitutionary, the audience is actually very afraid that their voice will make Zhang Qilin reunite with his mother.

Offstage.

Zhang Yixue’s eyes were moist.

She looked sideways at her father.

I saw Zhang Qilin’s black eyelashes trembling slightly, obviously with obvious and intense fluctuations in emotions.

But he did not choose to actively stop the playback of this memory.

“Dad…”

Zhang Yixue was full of distress.

In a dimly lit Zen room.

Dozens of candles kept flickering, reflecting the shadows of Zhang Qilin and Baima on the wall.

“……”

Zhang Qilin walked over gently.

He knelt down in front of the bed and looked closer at the woman in front of him.

She is very beautiful and beautiful.

Fair skin, not the typical skin color of Tibetans.

Somehow.

Zhang Qilin looked at her quietly, and there was a very special feeling in his heart.

He couldn’t tell what it was like.

“Whew…”

“Whew…”

The sound of soft breathing sounded.

Zhang Qilin saw that a faint blood color gradually appeared on Bai Ma’s originally pale face.

Meanwhile.

Her chest heaved slightly, and she actually began to breathe.

Face this situation.

Zhang Qilin looked a little overwhelmed.

He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say.

For him.

Everything was too hasty.

But he still trembled and stretched out his hand and gently held his mother’s hand.

The moment the palm touches.

Zhang Qilin could feel her mother’s heartbeat and breathing.

Very faint, yet very clear.

He didn’t see his mother open her eyes, nor did he hear a single call from her mother.

He did not feel the connection that his mother brought to him and the world.

The only thing Zhang Qilin could feel.

That is, the sound of my mother’s heartbeat and breathing.

This is an emotion he has never had before, and he feels that he is holding the last trace of himself in the world, and the last trace of what he is willing to think.

He didn’t speak.

Now.

The whole room was quiet, only the sound of the two people’s breathing and heartbeat.

“Master, did you know Pema before?” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Outside the yard.

The little lama asked the master curiously.

“Of course I do.”

The guru smiled: “Baima is a very kind Tibetan doctor, and after she married Zhang Qilin with a Han, she gave all her love to Zhang Qilin. ”

“It’s just…”

The master sighed regretfully: “Not long after giving birth to Zhang Qilin, she was unfortunately selected by the tribe and became a sacrifice to King Yan. ”

“Huh?”

The little lama was taken aback: “Sacrifice to the king of Yan? ”

“Well, the chosen ones will be buried alive in the ice under the sea of saffron flowers.”

The guru looked at the room from a distance.

“She was very worried about her children after she knew she had been chosen to be a sacrifice.”

“Because she knows that Zhang Qilin is the bloodline of the Zhang family, and has a special identity, she doesn’t want Zhang Qilin to become an emotionless stone.”

“She hopes to teach him personally, accompany him to grow up, and make him a flesh-and-blood child who can perceive the joys and sorrows of the world.”

“But she’s running out of time.”

“So, she used all means to buy herself some time.”

“Finally, Pema came to our temple, she begged, and the teachers saw her as pitiful, so they agreed to her.”

Hearing this, the little lama was puzzled: “What did the masters promise her?” ”

“Promised her, when her future children came to her, the masters would go under the ice of the sea of saffrons and dig her out.”

The guru’s tone was soft: “Then give her saffron flowers to restore her heartbeat and breathing, but only for three days.” ”

The little lama was puzzled: “It’s only been three days? Is there no better way? ”

“What do you call only three days?”

The guru touched the little lama’s head with a smile and said with a smile: “This is the three days that a mother tried everything to win for herself,”

“I still remember the day she cried and laughed and told me that these three days were not enough for her.”

“She wanted to see all the moments, all the moments, all the things about this child’s growth.”

“But three days, three days of silence with only the sound of heartbeats and breathing, is all she can do as a mother.”

“…….”

For some reason.

Listening to the master’s words, the little lama cried.

He cried a lot.

I cried.

The tears were like a reservoir bursting, and they couldn’t be stopped.

“Let’s go.”

The guru smiled and touched the little lama’s head, then led him out of the courtyard 630.

Inside the International Stadium at the moment.

Already crying.

People were crying, just like the little lama in the picture.

More than just gymnasiums.

All the viewers in front of the screen, as well as those watching the live broadcast on the street, in the square, in the bar, and in the Internet café, have cried at this moment.

Zhang Qilin’s mother is great.

Even before death.

She also managed to get these three days.

Only three days of heartbeat and breathing.

This moment.

No one is unmoved.

“Uh-huh…..”

“Uh-huh….”

“My little unicorn, so pitiful, I want to hug you!”

“,…Woooo

“This kid is so distressing…. Woohoo! ”

“It’s like hugging him…”

Inside the International Stadium.

The cries were continuous, and even the air was filled with sadness.

Offstage.

Zhang Yixue was even more speechless.

Tears kept pouring out.

Looking at the overwhelmed father in the picture, her heart seemed to be being cut with a knife.

Crying into tears, she turned her head trembling and looked at her father.

The next moment.

She was suddenly stunned.

Because she saw that between Zhang Qilin’s long eyelashes trembling, a crystal teardrop actually slipped down his face…

Người mua: Ninim-sama, 12/03/2023 11:02