"From now on, you have to support a family. No matter how hard you suffer, you can't let your family worry about you. Do you understand?"

"father......"

Suddenly, the young man felt a heat on his neck. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was hot blood.

He looked up helplessly, and it was dawn. But his father's eyes were closed again.

"Dad, I'll take you home!" He didn't cry, but gritted his teeth and weighed his father on his back. He didn't know where the strength came from in his frivolous steps, but became extremely steady.

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when!

The long morning bell woke up the old man who was immersed in grief.

It's dawn.

The bright sky was the same as every winter morning in his seventy years of life.

"Old man!" Pu Bucheng poked his head outside the door, "The emperor, queen, and prince are all here and waiting for you outside the palace!"

As he said that, he smiled and said, "The queen is holding it in her hand and has made new clothes for you with her own hands. The prince is also holding new shoes that the queen has made for you."

The old man rubbed his eyes, with a smile on his face, "Yeah, I understand!" He said lightly, "Come here, help us wipe our face and comb our hair. It's our birthday today, and we have to spend it in high spirits.
Chapter completed!