The night is a bit terrible.

Even the birds cries disappeared.

Sometimes, people on the ancient battlefield are really afraid of silence. Anything that is lively, noisy, or even the noise of war is good, only silence will make people feel panic and not so comfortable.

Qin Mo has been rushing back and forth in the corridor for half an hour.

He couldn't go in and face the people inside. He wanted to cry, but he was so difficult that he couldn't cry.

Qin Mo has never been so indecisive.

He has always been decisive in his work and never likes Moji.

Only when meeting Qin Xiaoling made him hesitate and kept thinking.

What kind of way to explain it, she won’t be angry?

How to meet her in her own identity, she won’t be shocked?

He is like a three-year-old child.

Made a mistake.

I could only wander at the doorstep and dared not meet the parents inside the house.

"Come in!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the room, "If you cross the road again, I'm afraid I'll be hilarious."

"If you have anything, just come in and say it."

"Nothing can't be said."

"I have not talked about the storm and storm in China in the past few decades, but I have seen many storms and waves."

"After walking and falling, joy and sorrow, unexpectedly, you can always see a lot of these."

"The tricks of you young people are not worthy of my shock."

The sound inside the house was as gentle as ever.

She was as calm as the water on the lake, and she could always give Qin Mo a peaceful and peaceful feeling.

Qin Mo was shocked by her voice.

Although, he thought a lot in advance and prepared a lot for it.

But when she suddenly spoke, Qin Mo was still a little unexpected. She always felt that if she wanted to see her, she needed to prepare a lot more.

Qin Mo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, as if he was cheering himself up.

But when he pushed open Qin Xiaoling's door, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He didn't know what happened.

I always feel that once I push this door open, everything will change.

But he didn't want to change, so he pushed open the door and couldn't stop his tears.

This door is like a valve, opening and tear-jerking.

Qin Xiaoling sat quietly beside the bed.

She was wearing a blanket, holding a cup of warm water in her hands, and drinking slowly there.

She looked up at Qin Mo, smiled and pointed to the chair beside her, "Sit down, kid."

Qin Mo sat down anxiously.

It was like a new classmate who came to a new school and met the teacher for the first time. He didn't even know where to put his hands and fiddled with him there.

"This Sanguan is also a good place."

Qin Xiaoling said with a smile.

"Look at the wound on my body, two doctors from the Luo family came and they were all cured."

"The Shen family has also thanks to the Luo family for its long tug-of-war with Qin Zong on the ancient battlefield. If the Luo family said that it was second, no one would be able to afford this first place."

She still talked about her parents with Qin Mo as usual.

The injuries on her body were generally healed. They were originally just skin injuries, but they did not hurt their muscles. The two doctors from the Luo family had completely healed her wounds.

"You are exactly the same as your father."

"Your father was not a person who followed the steps."

"Although I'm a few years older, I'm still like a child. I train during the day and go to Fengyuelou with the young master of the Zhu family at night."

"Your father has a good look and can see your mother at first glance."

"You know, in Fengyuelou, most of them are scheming women. They find a good family for the future. Most of them want to play tricks and cling to Tianyin's young master. Only your mother is not like this. She is simply like a white paper, which makes Yanyang, Tianyin, and many women jealous."

Qin Xiaoling slowly drank tea and chatted about the past with a smile.

There was also a hint of emotion in his expression, "At that time, your father was in Fengyue Tower all night."

"As soon as the morning sun shines in, I need to cooperate with my sister. If I don't help him, he will be discovered by his father and he will be beaten again."

"However, I yearned for those days too."

Qin Xiaoling suddenly smiled happily and said, her eyes gradually turned red, and the water cup in her hand trembled gently, and the warm water sprinkled between her fingers, but she didn't notice it.

"So, every time your father sneaks back, he always brings me the pastry from Fengyuelou."

"Twenty years ago, the pastries in Fengyuelou were rare treasures. In the ghost place like Tianyin City, where there is no delicious food, the pastries in Fengyuelou are the favorite things for girls. If he doesn't bring them to me, I will not cooperate with him."

"Once, he really drank a lot. He came back as a tight person and forgot to bring him."

"I was so angry that I sued my father."

Speaking of this past, Qin Xiaoling shook her head and laughed, "Your father was hung on a tree for a night."

"When later, your father had a higher memory and would never dare to come back without the pastry. If he didn't bring it, I would complain and be beaten."

After she talked about this past, she stopped talking.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the faint candlelight in motion, which made the room light and dark, and the rare dim light was also a swaying look.

Qin Mo couldn't listen.

At this time, he really couldn't listen to things about Qin Xiaoling and his father.

After a long time... he sighed slowly and said tremblingly, "Aunt Ling, there is something I must tell you..." "Why don't you call your mother?"

Qin Xiaoling suddenly looked at Qin Mo and asked with a smile.

Qin Mo was stunned.

Like a lightning strike, he hit his heart. He stared at Qin Xiaoling in a daze, looking disbelief.

"In this world, no mother doesn't know her children."

Qin Xiaoling smiled faintly and said, "Although she has been away from the Qinzong camp for several years, I know the most clearly what she looks like."

"In years, the child may change."

"But no matter how you change, you can always recognize your child as a mother. You are not her, I have known for a long time."

"I know from the moment you enter the Qinzong camp..." Qin Xiaoling's smile gradually became a little desolate.

This former acting leader of the Ming Tuan seemed to have grown a lot aged in an instant.

Qin Mo swallowed hard, and he stood up in panic, staggered back, and touched the chair behind him.

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Qin Mo stuttered.

He was extremely nervous and didn't know where to put his hands. His nervous look really made people feel a little distressed.

"But you... why..." Qin Mo looked at Qin Xiaoling in a daze, he couldn't understand her.

She could have exposed him.

If she had known from the beginning, she could have prevented everything from happening and headed in the direction of Qin Zong, but she was not like this.

Qin Xiaoling smiled lonely.

"Why?

Expose you?"

Qin Xiaoling's voice gradually trembled, as if there was a bit of bitterness in her voice, and she said so hard, "If I expose you, wouldn't I have to admit that Yun'er is dead?"

"I can't admit that Yun'er is dead."

"I can't do it."

"People always love to deceive themselves, like fools. Once they can't accept the burden of reality, they like to escape, and so do I."

"A few years ago, I had no say in the Qin family, so I could only let my child be arranged to be Fufeng Forest. If I admit that you are not Yun'er, I will take on the responsibility of this reality."

"I can't afford this burden, let alone you are exactly the same as her, so it's better to treat you as her."

Qin Xiaoling smiled extremely bitterly. She was suppressing her tears, "After all, I have to face reality."
To be continued...