Next, Liu Ting grabbed Lu Han and Qin Yun and looked at the patient carefully like a doctor doing a full physical examination.
While looking at her, she frowned and said, "You both have lost weight... you have suffered a lot over the years."
Seeing this, Lu Lin next to him couldn't help but smash his mouth.
As soon as he saw his son and Qin Yun, he instantly turned into air in his wife's eyes...
"Mom, I'm fine. I haven't seen you for years. My child (daughter) misses you very much."
Seeing his mother's cares so much, Lu Han and Qin Yun's hearts were very warm at this moment.
After saying that, Lu Han said proudly: "Your son is in the Wumen now, but he has a good status."
Lu Han's move was like a child who had just learned something and was eager to show off to his parents.
Seeing this scene, Mu Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
He had seen Lu Han playing tricks, cruelty, sadness in Lu Han, but never seen him so childishly.
As she understood Lu Han more and more, she could not let go of Lu Han. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she knew very well that it would be difficult if she wanted him to give up Lu Han.
The old Ying behind Liu Ting looked at Lu Han, and the solemn expression on her face had already faded, and a faint smile was hanging on her face.
"Old Ying, long time no see, I miss you so much." Lu Han looked at Old Ying and said with a sincere face.
Qin Yun also looked at Mr. Ying and smiled warmly, "Old Ying, Xiaoyun misses you very much."
"Haha, I miss you very much, too." Old Ying responded with a smile, then took a step forward and said, "Xiaohan, Xiaoyun, welcome home."
When Qin Yun heard Mr. Ying’s words to welcome her home, she felt a little sore in her nose.
Only here can she feel the warmth of home. If possible, she would like to live here forever...
Seeing the old face of Ying Lao, smiling, Lu Han was quite moved.
This old man Ying has watched him grow up since he was a child and is extremely doting on him. He has always occupied a very important position in Lu Han's heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Ying noticed Mu Yan in a red dress standing beside Lu Han, "Who is this girl?"
"Look at my brain, I forgot to introduce it when I was excited." Lu Han slapped his head and said, "This is my good friend, named Mu Yan."
After saying that, Mu Yan bowed to Liu Ting and said respectfully: "Hello Mrs. Lu."
Her face was flushed, and her heart was beating uneasy, just like when she first met Lu Lin in Luoyang Pass.
"Hello..." Liu Ting looked at Mu Yan and smiled, "What a beautiful girl..."
Mu Yan smiled extremely gentlely.
When Lu Han saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his little heart couldn't help but thrust.
Since he met Mu Yan, he has never seen Mu Yan look like this.
After arriving up, Mu Yan gave a bow to Mr. Ying again and asked very politely.
Old Ying hurriedly replied with politeness. He was very sensitive to observation. Although Mu Yan did not show his strength, Old Ying still read a trace of danger from him.
Just kidding, he has been a veteran for many years, and he knows very well that the seemingly gentle and lovely woman in front of him is far from that simple.
Next, Liu Ting pulled Lu Han and Qin Yun to greet Mu Yan, and walked inside, with Mr. Ying following closely behind.
They actually left Lu Lin alone here.
On the way, Liu Ting slowly curled her smile, raised her eyebrows, and inquired about Lu Han about the matter in Luoyang Pass.
Lu Han outlined it in a few words. He didn't dare to say it too much. He was afraid that Liu Ting would not be able to bear it. After all, she was just an ordinary woman with an ordinary cultivation level.
Lu Lin looked helplessly at the figures of the people in front of him and hurriedly followed.
After arriving at the living room, Liu Ting instructed the servants to prepare some midnight snacks.
Several people sat around, and Ying Lao was no exception. Today he also sat down and did not stand quietly aside as usual.
The next moment.
Liu Ting, Lu Lin, and Ying Lao took turns to join the battle and asked a lot about Lu Han and Qin Yun’s experiences over the years.
Lu Han naturally said that he was very happy, and he made all the hard experience much easier and humorous.
With the help of Lu Han and Mu Yan, Qin Yun made up a story that was a bit difficult but not lost her happiness, which made Lu Lin and Liu Ting and Mr. Ying feel much more at ease when they heard it.
In the past few years when Qin Yun disappeared, they were feeling guilty all the time and worried about Qin Yun all day long. Today, when Qin Yun said this, the stones pressing on their hearts gradually turned into pieces.
It was like this, and it was lively and everyone had been chatting for a long time.
On the way, Liu Ting's eyes turned red several times...
Lu Lin and Mr. Ying fell into silence many times...
At the same time, Fang Qing was in the bedroom in his mansion, accompanied by his wife, drowning his sorrow with wine.
Fang Lou was accompanied by Xueyan and her son who were hugging each other and cried at Xueyan's house, and his heart felt so sad.
After Chai Lie returned home and put in incense sticks on his father's tablet, he told his mother about what happened in Luoyang Pass with a melancholy expression.
After Murong Yi returned to the palace, he was not sleepy at all. He was in the study room, sitting quietly behind the desk, his eyes shining through the window and slid into the sky, recalling the scenes of Luoyang Pass, with a melancholy expression on his face.
The guards next to him didn't dare to say anything when they saw Murong Yi's heavy expression, so they stood quietly with curiosity.
After a moment of silence, Murong Yi suddenly stood up, spread out the paper on the table, picked up his pen, and wrote a few lines on the white paper, which seemed a bit messy but very vigorous.
The Gobi Desert is filled with clouds and sand, and the lonely city is filled with iron and iron.
Fearlessly overcome the killing disaster and build a dream song with blood.
The clouds are coming to the earth, and outstanding men emerge from generation to generation.
If you are brave enough to contaminate our country's borders, you will be punished even if you are far away.
...
Gradually, the night became more and more intense.
At this time, Lu Han and others had already talked a lot in the general's mansion.
Although Liu Ting was reluctant to end the heart-to-heart talk, she had to let Lu Han and the others go to rest. After all, they came from a long distance and had experienced so many things in Luoyang Pass, so they must have been tired. What's more, Mu Yan, who is here today, how could she extend the time?
Before the end, Liu Ting took out a thick blue note from her arms and handed it to Lu Han. She sighed and said with some regret: "This is what I found under the pillow in her room after Xiaorou left. It is her daily diary. I think you should take a look."
Lu Han reached out to take the notebook and felt uncomfortable because he saw some clues on his mother's face. The things recorded in this notebook must be very important, and he himself was included in it.
Except for Liu Ting, everyone present was very curious about what was written in the notes, but no one asked.
Next, everyone dispersed.
After walking out of the hall, Lu Han took Mu Yan to the courtyard where his room was and arranged her to the door opposite him.
Qinyun was pulled to sleep with Liu Ting.
Lu Lin had to stay overnight in the guest room.
...
Pushing open the door and walking into the room that had been away from for many years, looking at everything that had not changed around and before leaving, Lu Han couldn't help but have red eyes.
Although nothing has changed, there is only a fragrance in the room.
Unable to smell the smell, he naturally thought of Xiaorou's voice, appearance and smile.
When he took out the book he gave him, Lu Han sat in front of the window, lit the candlestick, and read the old notebook.
After reading a few pages, Lu Han's heart became suppressed.
Because he discovered that the things recorded in Xiaorou's diary over the years were more or less related to him.
The more I look at his heart, the more painful it hurts...
Time is passing quietly.
I don’t know how long it took, but Lu Han put the notes that Xiaorou had recorded since she was fifteen years old and was almost finished reading them.
After reading so many Xiaorou's memories, Lu Han vaguely noticed something...