The Return of the Saint

24 fate of impermanence

Then Hong Lao began to steal the growth of the child, this child didn't know, in his elementary school graduation ceremony, he was not as thinking, alone.

Under the stage, an inconspicuous old man is pleased to look at the child alone, I will go to the podium to receive my primary school diploma.

Because I am worried about my identity, I will have a bad influence on the child, so Hong Lao always focuses on everything of this child.

His first primary school graduated, the first junior high school military training, the first time in the eyes of teachers and students in the school, they went to the speaker to receive their awards.

Every time I look at this child, I have experienced these people. His sad eyes, Hong Hao can't help but went forward, hug this child, anti-hearing on his shoulders, let him meter The face is blooming smile.

However, Hong Laoyi thought of his identity, it could not help but stopped the footsteps.

He didn't want to delay the child.

I have a deep shameful identity on my body, so that the child does not want this child to be affected.

No one, Hong is so hated his past mistakes.

Life is so cruel, and there is no chance to recover in a step.

Hong Lao feels that this child should be his own grandson, no grandson of blood.

Hong Lao grateful to God, did not give him a desperate, even after committing such an unforgivable mistake, still sent Wu Wei for him, and sent the last rays.

In the quiet night, an old snack with vegetables, drinking wine, a saying, one listening.

Whether it is said, or listened, two have tears, tears, wet the vegetables on the chopsticks, and stir into the hands in the hands.

In the mix of tears and drinks, one is a small, finally revealing the heart.

Their heart, beyond the boundaries of age, the boundaries of the blood.

It is not possible to move in the hearts of the two.

Drunk, drunk, two people are drunk.

Hong Lao is finally old, can't support, squatting on the table.

On the moment I stopped, Wu Hao, shouted.

"grandfather"

This is more than a head of the old man, even the old heart is also drunk.

The face is a smile with a smile.

Hong old is sleeping, hences a snoring.

Wu Hao lifted Hong Lao to the bedroom, slightly sorted out the residue.

Then take out your own quilt, on the side of the flooded bed, let go.

At this moment, Wu Hao feels that he doesn't want to think, and I don't want to do anything.

It is satisfied that it is really satisfied.

The waves of the waves met the warmth of the home.

This night is like a lot of nights in the past six years.

Listening to the flourishing snoring.

Wu Wei no longer feels loneliness and loneliness.

There is something to make your heart in your heart.

The floods in the bed with a smile, Wu Hao on the ground also took a smile.

A quiet night is so quiet.

Good times is always short, the next day, the morning, it is coming soon.

Wu Wei got up, packed up the bedding, looked at the Hong Old lying in the bed quietly, couldn't help but laugh.

This smile, melting the most hard ice, so ordinary, so beautiful.

Then Wu Hao began to clean the health and organized a wolf for last night.

By the way, the flood is washed, washes the stacked dirty clothes.

Happy mood wants to sing.

After all finishing, all have been 10 o'clock in the morning, Wu Wei felt almost called Hong Lao got up.

Walk into the old bedroom, softly call

"Hong Lao, ten o'clock in the morning, have you got up?"

Without any reaction, the flood is still quietly lying in bed, with a satisfied smile.

Wu Wei felt a bit wrong.

His voice is a bit trembled.

"Hong Lao, the sky is already bright, hurry up."

There is still no response, Hong Lao is quiet, quietly has no sound.

Wu Wei slowly drag his own footsteps, he tried his best to let him think about it.

Before walking to the big bed, he hopes that this is just a malicious joke, just like the prank many times before.

Suddenly opened the quilt, looked at Wu Wei's frightened, haha ​​laughed, and stinky, I can still live for five hundred years.

This time, Wu Hao lightly reached out and pushed the old man.

Hong Lao did not suddenly jumped as usual, and Hong Lao was only quiet immersed in a deepest dream.

Wu Hao reached out to explore the old nose of the old, no; I touched the neck of the old old, didn't catch the old hands, touch the pulse, still didn't; reached out, touch the left of the old Chest, still no.

Wu Hao suddenly felt that Hong's familiar and peaceful face is so unfamiliar.

Wu Hao is completely ignorant, he doesn't know what is going on, I don't know why he is going to punish him like this. He only knows that he once again encountered horror from afraid.

The legs are soft, and Wu Yu is squatting, and it will hit the head on the floor, pain.

"Why? Why !!!!!!!!!!"