Yuan Xing looked at the child in front of him, and there was no need for anyone to introduce him. Just looking at the eyebrows and eyes that looked similar to him, he knew that the child was Qin Xiaoshu.

He felt a dazed in his heart. It was strange that since he returned to Blue Star, he had seriously considered how to explain his disappearance and possible ways of getting along with him in the future as his parents. But from beginning to end, he never thought about how to face his son.

This shouldn't be true. No matter how you say it is, it's your own bloodline. How can you forget people completely?

"Little donor..." Thinking of this, he stood up and was about to walk forward, but as soon as he raised his legs, the child suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then ran to Qin's father, and tremblingly buried his head in his grandfather's back.

Qin's father hugged the child in his arms with heartache, glared at Yuan Xing fiercely, and then softly cheered his grandson, but no matter how he comforted him, the child still shrank in his arms and refused to look up.

Yuanxing couldn't help but be surprised, and at this time, Qin's mother also walked into the house with a sunny boy carrying a schoolbag, and was stunned when she saw Yuanxing.

Or the young Qin Shuo reacted first: "Brother?"

Yuan Xing nodded with a smile, his eyes turned on his mother, but he had a big roll of eyes first.

Qin's mother put down the small schoolbag she was holding in her hand, comforted her grandson for a while, and scolded Yuan Xing for a while.

What should I do if I have the fate? I can only bear the losses.

If Qin's father hadn't mentioned the meal and the child was hungry, I wonder when the scolding would last.

Of course, although his son's nose is not his eyes, Qin's mother took out a pot that specializes in cooking for Yuanxing and fryed him a few vegetarian dishes he liked.

The atmosphere at the lunch table was very strange.

Qin Xiaoshu walked to the dining table slowly and grabbed the corner of his grandmother's clothes with one hand. He neither wanted to sit in the seat nor to see Yuanxing.

Qin's mother and Qin's father looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. This child is lively and cheerful on weekdays, and is not a timid person. In the past, strange guests came to his home, and he had never seen him be so afraid. What happened today?

Could it be that I was sad when I saw my father connected by blood?

Since the child was sensitive, they couldn't say anything at this time, so Qin's mother used her grandson to feed him.

Yuan Xing developed the habit of not speaking of food early and silently lowered his head to stew the rice. Perhaps because of being scolded, he didn't taste any taste of his mother's skills this time.

The child's appetite is small, and Qin Xiaoshu is the first to finish eating when he is taken care of. Perhaps because he is full, he replied to some liveliness, glanced at Yuanxing, who is silent and eating, and then came to Qin Shuo, who is dealing with a chicken leg, and whispered: "Uncle, this bald head is not a human."

As soon as this said, everyone was stunned. The chopsticks in Qin Shuo's hand fell to the ground with a slight clatter. He hurriedly possessed himself to pick them up, but after he straightened up again, his face also showed a look of horror.

Qin's father frowned, while Qin's mother patted her grandson's back and scolded: "What is this child talking about? He is your father."

As for Yuan Xing, who had just put down the chopsticks, I felt a loud bang in my ears.

As the saying goes, one word wakes up the dreamer.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and all the previous confusion suddenly became clear.

Yes, I was obviously dead, but why do I think I am still alive?

Just because my body is still there?

This body knows cold and heat, will be hungry and sleepy, will be injured and bleeding. It is precisely these factors that even in his state, he is trapped in the form of self without knowing it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to find a quiet place to verify it.

"I'm ready to eat." He stood up, and after celebrating the eleven tribute, he walked towards his room.

Unexpectedly, he was stunned as soon as he pushed open the door.

The room in my memory has changed a lot, with childlike decorations everywhere, with toys piled up in the corners, and the most conspicuous one is the high and low bed of children.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the room is bright and will be used as a bedroom for the children." Qin's mother reacted at this time and quickly explained: "Your things have been moved to the guest room."

Yuan Xing smiled and turned to the guest room.

As soon as he closed the door, he fell to the ground, not caring about the direction of his body's meridians, but instead emptying his consciousness and feeling his condition carefully. Sure enough, the results were very different.

When you enter into meditation, you will not know the time.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark all around him.

I groped and turned on the lights and looked at the time on the clock. It was already late at night.

This time I gained a lot. I originally planned to continue my efforts, but I felt thirsty, so I walked out of the room and went to the kitchen to find water to drink.

However, when he returned, the door of the children's bedroom also opened quietly. Qin Shuo, dressed in pajamas, stood by the door with a cautious expression.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" Yuan Xing asked with a smile.

"Brother." Qin Shuo hesitated.

Yuan Xing was stunned, nodded at him, and returned to the guest room first. Sure enough, the young man followed in quickly.

"Is there anything wrong?" Yuan Xing looked at him.

"Brother, what happened to you? Xiaoshu is the most accurate in looking at people. You really have..." Qin Shuo's face was full of entanglement and his eyes were staring at him.

Yuan Xing was slightly stunned. In a trance, the boy in front of him seemed to have become the same as another person, Shanchun.

Both of them were young men, and there were also such sad eyes in their eyes.

He reached out and gently stroked the other person's head, but sighed for a long time, without saying a word.

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The morning light poured down through the gaps in the curtains and shone on the monks who were falling on the ground.

Yuan Xing's brows trembled, but his face was neither sad nor happy. After exploring all night, he finally touched what Huaizhen left behind.

A vast white space cannot distinguish between the upper and lower parts.

He only felt that his feet were empty and there was no real place, but he had no time to care about anything else at this time, because the monk standing opposite him, who wasn't Huaizhen?

However, unlike the cold and cold image of Huai Zhen in the past memory, it is not like the youthfulness of her when she first became a monk. At this time, the phantom of Huai Zhen in front of Yuanxing, with round eyebrows and soft eyes, and a sense of intimacy.

"Where is this?" Yuan Xing asked.

Unexpectedly, the other party just smiled and then took a step forward. When he didn't react, it coincided with his body and gradually merged into one.

I don’t know how long it took, Yuan Xing, who was meditating at his parents’ home, started to move violently.

Behind him, the golden light was getting stronger and stronger, but when it was strongest, it shone again introverted, gradually gathering into a phantom with a sideways on his right shoulder and a top bun.

At the same time, a harsh sirens in the island city's Governor's Mansion building suddenly began to remember.

"What happened?" Xiang Ling, who had just started working, had just made a cup of coffee when she was frightened by the sound.

"Captain, the city found a high-intensity energy reaction..." a staff member shouted at her.

“Lock the location immediately.”

"Xueyuan Community, Old City. Let's go now..."
Chapter completed!