Chapter 218: Father and son ice release (3)

The mother has been dead for 30 years. Jing Zhongxiu has never touched other women. Jing Yichen knows it, but he does not know that the mother has already been engraved in the father’s bones, whenever she avoids the day. The father will treat her as alive, accompany her to eat, drink and chat.
He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous to hate his father for so many years, because the one who hates his father most is probably not his son, but he is himself.
Pulling Shangguan into the car, Jing Yichen took her into her arms, and she was so strong that she could barely breathe.
There was a cool tear falling on her face, but not her own.
The bullet penetrated the heart and lungs of Jing Yichen. He never lost a tear, but now he is crying.
Shangguan condensed tightly back to hug him, gently kissed his cheek, silently told him that she was by his side, always there.
Jing Yichen’s heartache can’t be restrained. Only the warm body of Shangguan’s body can bring him a little comfort.
After I didn't know how long, the pain in Jing Yichen's heart gradually dissipated. He loosened his wife and seemed to tell her, and he seemed to say to himself: "A, I will never be separated from you."
Without you, I don't know if I will be able to live with my father. Without you, the world is dark, and I will become a walking dead again.
I don't have the perseverance of my father, so I must not lose you.
Shangguan Ning has a heart with his heart. It seems that he can feel the pain of Jing Yichen's heart. Her tears can't help but fall off.
"We will not be apart and will always be together."
In the evening, Jing Yichen took Shangguan Ning back home and watched the sky gradually darken. He glanced at the phone and dialed the phone of the butler: "Lu Bo, is my dad going home?"
The housekeeper did not expect Jing Yichen to call him, but did not expect that Jing Yichen asked not to be someone else, but he did not care about Jingzhong repair!
Moreover, he did not hear it wrong? The young master shouted "Dad"? !
He has not shouted like this for many years. He usually calls the name of Jing Zhongxiu and refuses to call his father.
The old housekeeper's tears of excitement, immediately happy: "The lord has not come back, he stayed up late, the body is not very good, the young master, you still have to pick him up!"
In the past years, every day, the housekeeper went to the scene where he was drunk and refused to leave. This year, Jing Yichen took the initiative to call, and the old butler of the old man immediately pushed the matter to him, and the young master took the initiative to care for the master. Such an opportunity cannot let it slip away in vain.
He was afraid that Jing Yichen refused. He just wanted to persuade two more words. Who knows, the phone was just silent for a moment, and there was a faint word: "Good!"
Jing Yichen hung up the phone, followed up with Guan Ning, and drove to the graveyard of Jingjia.
The cemetery is located in the suburbs, some remote, and when he arrives, the sky is completely dark.
Jing Yichen walked slowly along the cobblestone path with a faint moonlight.
Here is the cemetery, quiet and secretive at night, looking lush in the daytime, but at night it is full of gloomy gas.
Jing Yichen could not imagine that on this day of the year, his father was alone in such a place, endured the pain of losing his wife, and then slowly drunk and went to paralyze himself.
He walked to the mother's grave and saw the father who was extremely instrumental on weekdays. The suit was still on the ground, the shirt was crumpled, and the chest was full of wine stains.
In the moonlight, his face was pale and pale, and the whole person leaned on the mother's tombstone, which seemed to make him close to her.
He has been confusing in his mouth: "Qinger, you are not alone here, are you still angry with me... I am wrong, you are fine for me..."
Is this still the majestic and ruthless scenery in the landscape?
At this moment, he dismounted all the camouflage and strong, fragile like a wounded child!
Jing Yichen’s heart suddenly smashed, and he almost stood still.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand and wiped away his tears, striding to the side of Jing Zhongxiu.
"Dad, it’s dark, it’s time to go home.

Jingzhong Xiu heard his voice, obviously a glimpse, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then looked at it, found that the person in front of him is still his eldest son, instead of picking up his housekeeper's old road every year.
A lot of alcohol made him confuse, but he didn't cover up the strangeness in his tone: "How come you?"
He wanted to stand up, but the paralysis of alcohol and the long sitting position made him unable to stand up at all.
Jing Yichen directly put him on his back and then whispered: "I will pick you up."
Jingzhong Xiu has been drunk very much, but his strong willpower and resolution are still there. He is not used to being so close to his son. Although his headache is very rigid, he still said: "Let me down, myself. go."
Jing Yichen did not let go, carrying him slowly on the path, saying: "I remember, when I was a child, you carried me up, now, I am carrying you down."
When Jing Yichen was four years old, he followed Zhao Jingxiu to Zhao Qing to avoid the day. When he was three years old, he still remembered to bury his mother here. He refused to believe that his mother died and didn’t want him, so he died. Reluctant to go up, Jingzhong Xiu took him back.
This is his only life in his thirty years of life, so he has always remembered him extremely deeply.
Jing Zhongxiu obviously thought of the things of the year. He did not expect that the four-year-old son would still remember it until now! He did not insist on leaving himself, let his son carry him forward.
Jing Yichen carried him, but his eyes slowly turned red.
The father who had a tall and straightforward memory was already old and late. He carried him, and he did not work very hard. When did his father become so light?
The height of his father's one-eight-eighth eight-eighths should be at least one hundred and seventy-eight pounds. How do you think that he is more than twenty or thirty pounds more than 90 kilograms of Shangguan!
Perhaps on the back of his son, Jing Zhongxiu felt very stable. When Jing Yichen put him in the car, he no longer resisted the powerful role of alcohol and fell asleep.
Jing Yichen drove the car to the Jingjia in the car, and then, in the horror of the owner of the house, the Jingzhong repaired into the villa, back into the living room, and finally into his bedroom.
Today is the day of the young master's mother, all the servant bodyguards of Jingjia know all, because every time before this day, the young master will have a big fight with the master, and then the master will be drunk in the middle of the night, and the back of the housekeeper.
Today, how is it completely different?