"The clothes on the wanderer's body are threaded in the hands of a loving mother. They are closely stitched before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return later...? Is there any mother in the world who doesn't love her children?" Xiao Yun suddenly started to sob, imagining in his mind.

My parents in the 20th century disappeared from this world inexplicably. I wonder what happened to them? "

I don't know whether the story was too shocking or what Xiao Yun said was too touching. The room fell silent for a moment. Because of this story and calligraphy and painting, the three people's thoughts seemed to be immersed in their own memories.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Yun's mood improved a lot. At this time, he started looking around, and suddenly his eyes touched a calligraphy and painting on the left. It actually showed a man. Just now, he was only looking at the center of the house, not the side. At this time,

After watching it, I can’t help but feel a little good

Strange, I couldn't help but take a second look. Under the moonlight, the man in the picture is very tall, with a long sword hanging from his waist, hands on his back, and a white robe. He looks handsome and handsome, but his back is outward.

, but the face cannot be seen. Good people are so disappointed.

After watching for a while, Xiao Yun became more and more strange, so he asked: "Who is this person? How come he is in your mother's room?" Even though he asked this, his eyes kept spinning, "Damn it,

Could it be that Zhang Yuluo's mother stole someone and was left out by Zhang Shixin?"

Zhang Yuluo came back from his thoughts just now, glanced at the picture, his expression was a bit disgusting, frowned and said: "He is my father?"

"Zhang Shixin?" Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment and cried out. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that it was somewhat disrespectful to call his father by his name in front of his daughter. He laughed twice and said: "Isn't your mother?

Do you hate your dad so much? Why did you hang the painting here?"

Zhang Yuluo glanced at Zhang Shixin's portrait, sighed softly, and said: "I don't know this either. When I was very young, my mother hung this portrait of my father here. When I was a child, I always asked out of curiosity.

, every time I ask, my mother’s face always changes.

, gnashing my teeth at the portrait of my father, wishing I could eat it. But every time I woke up from my dream, I often saw my mother gently stroking the portrait and singing a tune in a low voice. Later, I

I noticed it and wrote down the song.

"Oh, really, can you sing a few lines?" Xiao Yun said curiously.

Zhang Yuluo blushed and pondered for a moment, then nodded and chanted: "Five pieces of machinery. Sweet hearts and clever hearts. The branches of the acacia tree are connected. Under the double-headed flower, two concentric places make a pair."

Give birth."

Zhang Yuluo's voice is very beautiful, and this piece of music is extremely sad. After what she did, she felt extremely sad.

"Five cards?" Xiao Yun muttered secretly, thinking: "I wonder if it has anything to do with Zhou Botong!"

Zhang Yuluo's face turned red after singing. She lowered her head and glanced at Xiao Yun and said, "My mother often sang this song. I was still young at the time and didn't know the meaning of the song. I also forgot about it later.

only……?"

"Just what?" Xiao Yun couldn't help blurting out the question when he saw Zhang Yuluo's tone paused. He regretted it as soon as he said it. This was someone else's private matter. For a grown man like him, asking so persistently seemed a little strange.

A bit gossipy.

Zhang Yuluo didn't seem to care. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "It's just that when I was in the palace, I often heard my father singing the same tune as my mother. Every time my father finished singing,

He always sighs to the night sky, seeming very sad... I don’t understand why daddy sings this song, why he feels sad...?"

Xiao Yun said: "Does your father often sing?"

Zhang Yuluo said: "That's not true. When dad sings this song, he always sings it when he encounters big things and is hesitant. But more often than not, he sings it alone while drinking during the holidays.

This ditty?"

"Oh!" Xiao Yun said oh, and suddenly said: "How did your father and your mother know each other?"

"This?" Zhang Yuluo was slightly startled. Apparently he didn't expect Xiao Yun to ask such a question, and he forgot to reply for a moment.

Xiao Yun chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Miss Yuluo, I'm not spying on the private affairs of your father and your mother. I just feel that your mother doesn't not love your father, on the contrary, she loves her very deeply.

He's not as ruthless as you think, maybe he also loves your mother very much?"

"Young Master has misunderstood. I naturally believe that Young Master's character is good. I'm just curious. Why did I think so before? I always thought it was my father's fault. He obviously married his mother, then his second mother, third mother, and fourth mother.

If father loved mother well, maybe, maybe mother wouldn't...?" As she said this, Zhang Yuluo sobbed, with tears streaming down her face.

"Ask what is love in the world? Directly teach the promise of life and death. Traveling from the south to the north, the old wing has been in the cold and summer several times. It is fun to be happy, but the separation is painful, and there are even more crazy children. You should have words, the clouds are far away, and the snow is falling on thousands of mountains.

, to whom does the shadow go?

On the Hengfen Road, the loneliness was played by flutes and drums. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear. The souls are summoned by the sound of Chu, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and it does not believe in it. The orioles and swallows are all in the loess. Through the ages, I have reserved it for the poets to sing wildly.

drink, visit

Yanqiu. "Everyone knows that love must be dedicated, but who can really do it? Your father can't do it, so he married your second mother, third mother, and fourth mother, but he never forgets your mother.

With the ditty you often hear.

In fact, your mother has never forgotten your father. The portrait here is the best proof. Hate comes from love. The disappointment of love gives rise to hate. Love to the extreme is a mixture of love and hate. There is no difference between love and hate at the root.

"

"Hate comes from love, and the disappointment of love leads to hate...?" Zhang Yuluo repeated it several times, seeming to be deep in thought.

"A sneeze——" Leng Buding Xiao Yun sneezed, and his body shivered.

It was already autumn, and the night in Jiangnan was extremely humid. Xiao Yun was bleeding profusely and his clothes were soaked. He was very cold when the cold wind blew.

"Xiao, you...?" Fang Taiping was anxious. Seeing him turning pale in pain, her heart ached and loved her. If it weren't for Zhang Yuluo, she would have wanted to take Xiao Yun into her arms and let him

Keep warm and warm.

"Ah...? I forgot?" Zhang Yuluo woke up from a sneeze, smiled at Xiao Yun, and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry?" As he said this, Qian Yingyi said.

He dodged and entered a boudoir on the left. Not long after, he had a white dress in his hand and hurriedly walked out.

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Chapter completed!