The three celestial masters quietly watched the flying boat gradually faded away.

After a long time, it was not until the small black dot completely disappeared into the distant sky. The Heavenly Lord of Changsheng, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke: "The Great Heavenly Lord, the upper palace has left with his child, that Ziwei's Spirit-Zero Plan..."

"...Cancel, he has sacrificed enough." The Great Heavenly Lord closed his eyes, "After all, this idea is too illusory. Only by steadily developing power and eliminating the immortal path is the real right way... Let's go."

"--yes."

The Great Heavenly Lord turned around and left, but the young man with lilac hair did not follow behind, but looked up at the empty Qingkong and murmured: "...It's so wonderful..."

"...Is there me even here? Then, what exactly is me..."

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"... Chen Shangde, from Jintong Town, Dingjia County, Pingling Province, participated in the second Shenwei Army's political command in the 14th year of Dunli. Now, in order to strengthen the construction of Shinto, he is specially granted a transfer - a veteran qualification!"

The clerk behind the long wooden square table combined the transfer certificate in his hand: "Xiao Fang, have you found the household registration information? Hurry up! - Chief, please sit down. I don't know if your code name is in the Second Guard? My uncle also... Cough cough, I know I know that the code names in the army are top secrets, I'm just curious. Maybe you still know him?"

"Ahem, this gray is so big." The clerk covered his face and patted the thick file. "Let me see... No. 155, Biwan Road, the owner of the household, Chen Shangde, number 2736 - OK, no problem, put it back."

The clerk took out a piece of standard paper and wrote it: "Chief, you have been in the army for so many years, your position must be not low, right? Erwei, Shanggong Tianzun’s personal army! Niu! If I had met the test standards, I would have signed up to Erwei long ago. By the way, I heard that Shanggong Tianzun and Xiandao fight - I know all the secrets, so I asked casually... The position assigned to you will be determined within three days. Do you have any intention? This is a temporary wait-to-work certificate. You can just take this to the street to get the ratio within these three days."

"The residence assigned to you... Hey, did you ask if you were separated from your old residence? Let me see this... No, but the house is very biased because it is very

No one has lived there for so many years, I'm afraid I can't... No problem? OK, I know, do you need to arrange someone to help you maintain it?"

"Okay, please collect your residence certificate... Welcome back to Jintong Town, Comrade Chen Shangde."

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Chen Wulou stood silently in front of a shabby small door. Beside him, the petite girl fell asleep quietly against her bulging and simple suitcase, obviously exhausted.

No, what's wrong?

But...what is wrong? Is it something I forgot, or...I 'remember' something I 'remember'?

"It's been cleaned." Chen Shangde walked out of the door, covered in dust, and there were a few vague spider silk on the ends of his hair. "Come in, I've roughly cleaned it up."

Chen Wulou watched the man in front of him walk to the sleeping girl, patted the dust on his chest vigorously, then picked her up, and lifted her heavy suitcase: "Are you exhausted? Come in and have a good rest. This will be our home in the future."

Home? This word makes Chen Wulou feel stranger more and more, but he can't figure out why.

Walking into the house, several simple rooms seemed a little empty, but it was obviously cleaned up after some hard work. The faded old furniture was wiped out with a clean smell of weathered frost. The air that was supposed to be stuffy was also completely refreshed by the sunlight wind, which also showed a bit of the smell of life. Chen Shangde carefully placed the girl on the bed just prepared, gently took off her shoes and pulled on the quilt.

You can sleep too, right? It will be a while for dinner - Chen Wulou heard the man in front of him say this.

Chen Wulou shook his head, then the man in front of him rubbed his head, and then walked out of the room.

Chen Wulou looked at the girl sleeping on the bed. For some reason, this scene made him feel familiar for the first time. He moved the girl's hands and feet to a comfortable position, stood blankly for a while, and then walked out of the room.

In the temporary kitchen, Chen Shangde was squatting, muttering the sentence he had just gone out to ask the neighbor's aunt: "... After washing it, pour clean water, add clean water, add clean water to a knuckle... Why are you here? Are you hungry?

Wait a little longer, be good, go and have a sleep."

Chen Wulou stared at the man who was struggling with the pot and basin in front of him, hesitated for a while and asked, "You are really mine, dad?"

The man's movement stopped.

After a while, Chen Wulou heard the man's bitter voice again, "...Yes."

"But I have no impression of you."

A heavy gaze covered his whole body like a quilt. Chen Wulou felt as if he had said something he shouldn't say, but-

"...But, I have an impression." The middle-aged man was not angry or sad. His eyes seemed to be a little out of focus. The onion on his hand was peeled off by him repeatedly. Almost a thin layer was left. "Although I have never seen you, there is always you in my heart. I have grown up slowly from the appearance of a baby. Today I have grown taller today, and tomorrow I will become fatter. Today my hair is piled up, and tomorrow my teeth will be exposed..."

"...I saw you again that day, and my heart suddenly stumbled. It really looked exactly the same as the one in my heart, so I suddenly understood: Ah, this is my son..."

Chen Wulou imagined it. He seemed to see himself who was stunned in the man's heart and let his nose droop on his sleeve, as if he saw himself eating rice and spilling a table in the man's heart, as if he saw himself kicking off the quilt in his dream, as if he saw himself running wildly in the wild like crazy in his heart...

"It seems, it's amazing." Chen Wulou murmured, "This is probably the first time I am, who is my son, so I don't quite understand."

This rather rebellious sentence did not make Chen Wulou beat him. Chen Shangde stood still for two seconds as if chewing on this sentence, then laughed. He put down the kitchen knife in his hand and the strangely cut diced potatoes, wiped it hard on the hem of his right hand, and then stretched out towards the boy.

"Is that so? It's probably the first time I'm...I'm really a father and let us take care of each other, okay?"
Chapter completed!