.Chapter 249

A long distance away, Ye Wei's gaze fell on Ye Wuchen. After a short while, he saw Ningxue on his right and his pupils on his left. The last trace of suspicion disappeared. Before coming here, he did not dare to tell his wife or his father, because he was worried that if he mistakenly recognized him, he would be even more disappointed after surprise. He shook his hand violently, almost pulled out a blood groove on his horse's buttocks, and a pair of tiger eyes were covered with the mist of excitement and excitement.

What is surprise?

Three years ago, three years of misery and suffering, three years of sadness and suffering, three years of sadness and sorrow, so what if the family is prosperous? So what if the military achievements are numerous? The Ye family has cut off its bloodline and no descendants. But three years later, the huge surprise that once once appeared miraculously again, and this surprise was ten times a hundred times bigger than the previous one. Thinking of the father's heart over this period of time, his wife was crying, he wanted to laugh to the sky, and to cry loudly.

But as a father, how could he cry in front of his son? He held back and let the wind blow on his face dry the tears that he had just condensed into.

Before the horse approached, he had no time to wait for the horse to stop, jumped high from the horse and landed on the ground. He rushed to Ye Wuchen quickly, held his shoulders with both hands, and his powerful eyes fixed on Ye Wuchen's face, "Chen'er, is it really you?"

"It's me, I'm back," Ye Wuchen smiled and raised his left hand with the sword god's ring, "No one in this world can pretend to be me."

"Chen'er..." He held back his emotions and was still blurred with tears at this time. He had too much to say, but in this situation, he was speechless. The arms pressed on Ye Wuchen's shoulders were shaking violently, just like his trembling heart.

"Three years ago, I went to the Hall of Hell. The King of Hell said that even if the Ye family members were to die, they had to die on the battlefield, so they sent me back today." Ye Wuchen said with a smile. The expression of the man in front of him and his tears made his heart throbbed quietly. The tears of this man were too precious, but for his son, he was not stingy.

Perhaps, in this life, he could not bear to tell him that he was not his son. He was just a person who pretended to be his son. This fatherly love was too expensive and he could not afford to pay it back.

So, he can only become his "son" in another way.

"Father, these are my two friends. His name is Leng Ya. You know, his name is Chu Jingtian. He is the grandson of the sword god Chu Cangming. We have known each other a long time ago." Ye Wuchen introduced with a smile.

If it were in the past, Ye Wei would have been shocked when he heard the "Son of the Sword God Chu Cangming". At this time, he did not even move his eyes to Chu Jingtian. The "father" attracted all his mind. He could no longer care about the words behind him.

"You finally... are willing to call me father."

"You are my father." Ye Wuchen replied. He thought of that night in his heart, he and Ye Shuiyao stood under the moon, worshiping heaven and earth together, and became husband and wife under the witness of heaven and earth. From that moment on, her parents became his parents. He could finally call him father with a clear conscience.

Ye Wei nodded heavily, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Ye Wei stood up straight, looked up at the sky, as if waiting for the tears to dry up, and seemed to be grateful for God's kindness with his heart. He could see that Ye Wuchen's body was so weak that it was scary at this time, but this didn't matter. He was back, as long as he came back.

A carriage finally caught up with the bumpy road. Ye Wuchen said, "Father, let's talk about it before going home. I miss home."

Ye Wei nodded heavily. Home... Without Ye Wuchen's Ye family, it really cannot be called a home.

Ye Wuchen got into the carriage with Chu Jingtian's support, and Ningxue and Tongxin also stepped in one after another. Ningxue turned around and said, "Brother Big Niu, that wheelchair is very important to brother, and you must not throw it away."

"Don't worry, it's just a few pieces of wood wrapped around me." Chu Jingtian patted his chest, and there was still a little wetness in the corners of his eyes. Ye Wei and Ye Wuchen only had such a few short sentences, but he had already felt too many things from it. There was no need to say too many words between men. A few words, eyes, and expressions were really enough. For a person like him who had no father, his feelings were both sour, astringent, bitter, and envious.

"The two are Chen'er's friends, and they are my distinguished guests of the Ye family. Please get on the horse." Ye Wei asked the two soldiers who followed dismounted and greeted Chu Jingtian and Leng Ya politely.

Chu Jingtian waved his hand and said, "Uncle, you have to be polite. We may have to walk faster."

Leng Ya nodded lightly.

Ye Wei no longer insisted, nodded slightly, turned his head over, shouted lightly, and left.

When they walked away, Chu Jingtian lifted the wheelchair and muttered in a low voice: "Oh? What kind of wood is this? It's so hard, it feels like steel when it touches." He didn't think much, but said solemnly: "Ice face, do you know why I can't compare to you? I figured it out now, then you are much heavier than you. Do you dare to resist this? Let's compare again."

Leng Ya glanced at him, swept his right hand, snatched the wheelchair in his hand like lightning, and grabbed it easily, like holding grass, and said calmly: "Let you go for ten seconds."

"This is what you said." Chu Jingtian did not delay, took a deep breath, pulled out the Cangming sword behind him and threw it forward, shouting lightly: "Sword God's Art - Light Sword Wuying!"

As soon as he finished his thoughts, he jumped up and stepped on the sword with his feet. His tall and thick body rushed away on the sword in a low altitude. In a blink of an eye, he had already left, and a royal blue line was drawn behind him.

Leng Ya waited on the spot for ten seconds, then snorted disdainfully, and made a mistake in his feet, his body turned into a gray light and shadow, and disappeared in an instant.

With a "cry", a figure with blue light flashed by from the side, making the galloping horse chaotic.

Not long after, another "whoosh" sound, and a gray wind blew past.

Looking at the two figures chasing one after another, Ye Wei praised: "I am worthy of being the son of the God of War and the grandson of the God of Sword! I am so shocking at such an age."

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The news of Ye Wuchen's return was not running, but the Ye family was whispering in a small area, but no one alarmed Ye Nu. Wang Wenshu stood at the gate, walking back and forth anxiously, her hands intertwined sometimes, sometimes behind her, and in the end she didn't know where to put it. Her heart was beating violently, and she could clearly hear the "flying" sound.

When she got the news, she almost fainted.

At this moment, she felt extremely eager and even more panic in her heart. Waiting for one more second was a difficult torment for her.

She has always been a hard-working mother. She has taken care of and maintained her weak and sick son since she was a child, and has suffered two heavy pains of losing her son. But... she kept calling in her heart that as long as her son can really come back, no matter how much suffering she suffers, even if she is short-lived, she will be willing.

As the sound of horse hooves approached, a fast horse came with a whip. It was Ye Si who was with Ye Wei. He jumped off the horse at the door and shouted respectfully before Wang Wenshu asked, "Madam, the master asked me to tell my wife that it is the young master. He and Miss Ningxue are safe and sound, and will rush back soon. The master was afraid that the wife would worry, so he asked the little fast horse to report first."

Wang Wenshu's tears suddenly burst out. She hugged Xiaolu, the maid beside her, and started crying "screaming". In a short while, a large area of ​​Xiaolu's clothes wet.

"Madam, the young master is back, Madam should be happy." Xiao Lu comforted clumsyly with red eyes.

Wang Wenshu didn't say a word, but just kept crying, crying so hard that she could no longer speak.

While they were waiting for Qiushui, the carriage that Ye Wuchen was on finally arrived at the door of Ye's house. He lifted the curtain and looked at the big word "ye" above the door. Ye Wuchen felt sad in his heart. He hugged Ningxue and Tongxin tightly and said in a low voice: "It's been three years, we finally went home again."

The curtain was suddenly pushed away, revealing Wang Wenshu's face full of tears. Ye Wuchen looked at her and said softly: "Mom, I'm back."

Wang Wenshu's whole body was shocked and staggered. She got on the carriage desperately, hugged Ye Wuchen tightly in her arms, burst into tears, completely ignoring that this place was still on the street.

There were more and more people stopping around, and their faces were filled with shock and disbelief. It was also from this moment that the news of Ye Wuchen's return spread very quickly, causing shock to all sides.

Listening to the crying cry, Chu Jingtian muttered with scent, "It's happiness to have parents, alas."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Ya rushed into the Ye family's gate without saying a word. Chu Jingtian subconsciously wanted to hold him up, and when he reached out halfway, he withdrew his hand angrily, "Ice face is also a mother, so I should have gone to find his mother. Oh, I'm the only one left."

He clenched his fists and roared in a low voice: "In the next life, you must be reincarnated as someone with a mother!!"

When Ye Wuchen was helped off the carriage by Chu Jingtian, the clothes on his chest were already wet with Wang Wenshu. He enjoyed and thanked the purest and most selfless affection. When he was in a wheelchair and pushed in by Ningxue and Tongxin, Wang Wenshu stayed there. She asked in a trembling voice: "Chen'er, your legs..."

Ye Wei patted her on the shoulder, shook his head and said softly: "It's not the leg. When he fought in the Great Wind Kingdom, all his strength was exhausted and he could not recover. He is very weak now and will continue to be weak in the future. Just like, just like before he was sixteen."

Wang Wenshu was stunned for a while and said in a daze: "It's good... it's good, so he doesn't have to shoulder such a big responsibility and won't run around. From now on, I will guard him at home every day, and no one can hurt our Chen'er anymore."

Ye Wei nodded. After two times, they could no longer bear the next time.

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