There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1780 453: Burial

Knowing that Chu Yuchen couldn't hear her voice at this time, she still couldn't help but want to talk to him, it seemed that as long as she kept talking to him, he would always answer her own.

Feng Qingyang's gaze flickered, and as Yang Churuo looked at Chu Yuchen together, his heart ached. He wondered if his father could survive this time...

A group of people appeared at the gate of the city exhausted, and a fast horse galloped towards the gate from behind the team, but after a while, the gate slowly opened, and the soldiers all looked at the group of people in a state of embarrassment with different eyes. people.

After finally returning to a safe environment, Yang Churuo immediately settled down with Chu Yuchen, looked at his slightly undulating chest, and reached out to hold his hand. Unfortunately, Chu Yuchen still didn't give her anything. Only the warmth from that thick palm made Yang Churuo feel peace in his heart.

He is still alive, as long as he is still alive, everything will turn around, everything still has hope.

"Mother." Feng Qingyang's voice rang out, "Drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm your body." Seeing that Yang Churuo had been by Chu Yuchen's side since he came back, and refused to leave for a moment, Feng Qing Yang's heart aches, but he understands that this is his mother's decision, and all he can do is try to make her feel more comfortable.

Handing the ginger soup to Yang Churuo's hand, watching Yang Churuo drink it with his own eyes, Feng Qingyang felt much more at ease in his heart.

Seeing Chu Yuchen who was lifeless and motionless, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh in his heart, as long as his father doesn't wake up for a day, he can't feel at ease when he wants to come to his mother.

"Shang'er, go and have a rest. I'll just watch your father." Yang Churuo said softly to Feng Qingyang, but found that Feng Qingyang's gaze was fixed on Chu Yuchen, as if he didn't listen. To his own voice in general.

Yang Churuo hurriedly turned her head thinking that Chu Yuchen looked over, only to realize that his finger moved, slightly and slowly, but it really moved in front of her eyes.

Yang Churuo let go of his hand, and the white porcelain hibiscus-patterned bowl of ginger soup in his mouth fell to the ground, making a crisp "pop" sound, and shattered into pieces.

Chu Yuchen seemed to be startled by the sound, and his brows, which were as thick as a sword's edge, frowned slightly.

He heard it!

Yang Churuo was pleasantly surprised that he could hear it!

Reaching out to grab Chu Yuchen's hand, Yang Churuo's voice seemed a little dry, as if it was squeezed out of her throat, she said eagerly: "Yuchen, Yuchen, can you hear my voice? Can you hear me?"

Yang Churuo just felt that his whole body shrunk into a ball nervously, as if his heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer. Is he going to wake up?
But why did he still not open his eyes?
Looking at Chu Yuchen's thick eyelashes, Yang Churuo stared closely, hoping that he could open his eyes and smile at her.

But Chu Yuchen never woke up from the coma as Yang Churuo expected. All Yang Churuo could feel was the slight movement of his brows and the faint sound of breathing.

Sitting quietly by the bed, Yang Churuo's eyes stayed on Chu Yuchen's body, her heart was full of anticipation and fear, she wondered if he had woken up like this?But she really knew that he was still alive and by her side.

The moon rose and set behind her.

Yang Churuo didn't seem to feel tired, nor could he feel the flow of time, and he didn't even know when Feng Qingyang left the room.

She just looked at Chu Yuchen's face quietly, all the past emerged one by one in her heart, the first time she met him, the first conversation she had with him, the first time he walked into her Deep down.

Before you know it, the sun has risen high, and it's a new day...

Feng Qingyang's low voice sounded beside his ear, "Mother, the mourning hall has been set up."

mourning hall?

Only then did Yang Churuo wake up from her memories, she turned her head to look at Feng Qingyang in a daze, and then remembered that today was the day to see Yi Shuchen off.

Yang Churuo glanced reluctantly at Chu Yuchen, who was lying on the bed, and said to the maid beside him, "Take care of him, and let me know immediately if there is anything wrong."

Seeing several maids squatting down to salute and agreed, they turned around hastily.

Two maids holding plain clothes came over, Feng Qingyang retreated, and gently closed the door.

After Yang Churuo allowed the two maids to change her clothes and wash her clothes, she walked out the door and said to Feng Qingyang who was waiting at the door: "Let's go, let's go there together."

Having known each other for so many years, today, she will send him off no matter what.Following the maid who led the way to the side courtyard, I saw that the entire courtyard was changed to a plain white color. White paper lanterns were hung on the porch, swinging gently with the breeze, as if to make this sad scene The atmosphere is rendered to the extreme.

Yang Churuo walked into the mourning hall, only to see Yi Shuchen, the genius doctor who could tell the difference between life and death with a single word, and who was rumored to be able to raise the dead's flesh and bones, had been placed in the coffin, and he looked solemn in a mourning suit. It seems to be thousands of miles away from her.

Yang Churuo's nose was sour, and tears fell from his eyes.

He's gone, he's gone, and he's never coming back.

Yang Churuo fell into great sorrow, and tears rolled down one after another. Unexpectedly, he died to save his beloved in the end.

Since then, yin and yang have been separated, and she can no longer see his warm and clean smile like a banished fairy, and his eyes containing the air of books.Looking at Yi Shuchen in the coffin, Yang Churuo felt a dull pain in his heart.

"Mother, please offer a stick of incense to Miracle Doctor Yi. Chang'er believes that he has a spirit in the sky, and I also hope that mother will not be too sad."

Feng Qingyang looked at Yang Churuo's tears and comforted him in a low voice.He took the incense from the hand of the maid and handed it to Yang Churuo.

Yang Churuo nodded, walked to the incense table, folded her hands together, and held the incense that was emitting green smoke to her chest. She closed her eyes, and she seemed to see Yi Shuchen's smile flashing in her mind.

Did he want to comfort himself?

Yang Churuo prayed in a low voice, "Shuchen, may your spirit in heaven rest in peace, and you can obtain eternal peace, peace and joy."

The low voice of prayer and the curling green smoke seemed to send this heartfelt prayer far, far away, to the ears of Yi Shuchen far away in the sky, so that he could Hear and feel the blessings from Yang Churuo.

Thank you, Shuchen, thank you!
Thousands of words can't express the gratitude in Yang Churuo's heart, and as much as she is grateful, she feels so much heartache.

Feng Qingyang followed Yang Churuo, and sincerely thanked the person who brought his father back for him. If it wasn't for his sacrifice and dedication, how could they return safely now.

Yi Shuchen's appearance like a banished fairy has been deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. Those clean and pure eyes with compassion and gentleness once warmed everyone's heart. A true friend, today, they will see him off for the last time.

"Mother, the coffin is about to be built." Feng Qingyang supported Yang Churuo, and took a step back. With tears in his eyes, Yang Churuo watched the huge coffin lid slowly pushed upwards by several servants.

As the coffin lid was slowly pushed up little by little, Yi Shuchen's body was slowly covered.

Only a huge and pitch-black coffin remained in the eyes of everyone.

A nail with a length of four or five inches was placed on the coffin, and the hammer struck the nail, every time it struck Yang Churuo's heart, the dull and monotonous voice seemed to contain countless sorrows and bleak.

Every sound is tearful.

Yang Churuo's face turned pale, and from then on she couldn't see each other again, from then on in heaven and earth...

Yang Churuo closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at the coffin in front of her anymore, the grief in her heart was hard to control, and all the pain turned into a monstrous anger.

She and him want to quit the turmoil, want to join hands in the rivers and lakes, and ignore the disputes in this world from now on, but why, they still refuse to let her go?
With such close pressure and such a cruel ambush, Chu Yuchen's life and death are uncertain, but Yi Shuchen is separated from Yin and Yang.

Is this what they want?Is this what they want?

Is the killing and hatred once started, never to be understood?She's tired, she's really tired, she just wants to go far away with him, she wants a pure land, only she and him, they guard each other quietly, after this life, they don't care about these bloody things anymore .

It's just such a wish, it turned out to be impossible...

She was naive, she thought that as long as she was willing to leave, give up the throne and give up everything she had ever obtained, as long as she was willing to give up, she would be able to know and stay with her love.

But what about the facts?The fact is that they are still unwilling to let go, and they are still so persecuting her.

Silently following Yi Shuchen's coffin to the outside of the courtyard, Yang Churuo's tears had already dried up, and there was a rare tranquility in his expression, so tranquil that it made everyone's hearts chill, and he had no expression, but everyone was shocked. She felt a faint murderous aura coming out from her whole body.

In her bosom, there was also the medicine that Yi Shuchen had refined for her, which was the medicine to soothe her nerves and protect her from miscarriage.

She still clearly remembered that when he handed it to her, it was so gentle and heart-warming, but now, his body temperature still remained on Baiyu's medicine bottle, but his own body did not have any temperature.

Looking at the black coffin with both eyes, he walked slowly, but every step was extremely firm.

book dust...

She would not let him die like this for nothing, he would not let his soul rest in peace.He is her best friend, the brother-like best friend in her heart, she will avenge him, and let everyone who caused Yi Shuchen's death get the punishment they deserve.

Xuanyuan Jinhong!She will never let him go, no matter the ends of the earth, even if she goes to heaven or earth, she will find him and make him pay with blood.

Yang Churuo's eyes revealed a deep hatred, as if boundless waves were rolling in her eyes, such an unforgettable pain, such an unforgettable hatred...

Yi Shuchen's coffin was placed on the car, the wheels were rolling, and paper money was flying all over the sky, flying all over the sky, as if she was endlessly sad.

Spring has come, but the paper money is drifting like goose feathers and heavy snow, whitening the sky and the ground, leaving deep sorrow wherever it passes.The sound of the wheels rolling, crushing the soil on the ground, leaving two deep marks.

"Mother..." Feng Qingyang felt a little worried, walking with the hearse like this, wondering if Mother's body could still hold on.She still has a fetus in her womb, so she is extremely exhausted now. "Shang'er, go and bring you a horse?"

Feng Qingyang's concerned voice rang in Yang Churuo's ears, but she didn't have the slightest intention to stop.How can this physical fatigue compare with the pain in her heart?The pain in her heart had already overshadowed all the exhaustion.

She didn't feel tired, just numb, numb.

Shaking her head slowly, let her follow him one more way, send him off for the last time, and use all her strength to express her sincerity and reluctance. This is her farewell to him, her tribute to him grief.

The funeral procession walked out of the mansion and onto the street. After running a few steps, the curious child was dragged back by an adult, who yelled in a low voice, "Don't go there, it's unlucky."

The child raised his head innocently, as if he didn't understand what it means to be unlucky.

Yang Churuo shook his head slightly, how could it be unlucky?Yi Shuchen is the most auspicious person in the world, even if he has left, even if his soul has returned to the sky, even if only such a body is left behind, he is still an auspicious person.

He is always so kind, gentle, considerate of others, such an elegant gentleman, such superb medical skills, and a compassionate heart like a Bodhisattva.

Walking silently, towards Yi Shuchen's good, Yang Churuo's grief and anger deepened, as much as he was good, she was as sad as she was, and as much as she was sad, she felt as much resentment in her heart.

Yang Churuo was silent, silently following Yi Shuchen's coffin, silently watching his burial, silently watching the soil of shovel after shovel bury him deeply.

His body was buried, but he was still alive, living in Yang Churuo's heart. She knew that she would never forget that she had such a friend, forever, forever...

The black coffin was covered with loess, and it was finally invisible, and it will never be seen again in this life.

Yang Churuo burst into tears.

Feng Qingyang poured a glass of wine, and spilled a glass of strong wine on Yi Shuchen's newly built grave.

He said to Yi Shuchen: "Master Yi, thank you very much. Thank you for bringing my father back, but you..." Feng Qingyang lowered his head, as if he could no longer continue.

Yang Churuo looked at the place where Yi Shuchen was buried. From then on, she felt more sad in this world...

"Shuchen, let's go..." Yang Churuo's eyes were blurred with tears, and the finger holding the wine glass trembled slightly. Farewell, Shuchen...

The wine glass in his hand was tilted slightly, drop by drop, the transparent wine was like drops of longing tears, falling on Yi Shuchen's newly built tomb, the wind suddenly picked up, blowing the wine in the air, almost Fluttering so that the glass of wine spilled over the entire grave.

Just like Yi Shuchen's response in Mingming.

He was telling her, did he hear?Is he trying to comfort her not to be sad?
The gust of wind just now, was his soul saying goodbye to her?

As if affirming what Yang Churuo was thinking, the wind circled around her skirt for a circle before blowing away into the distance.

Yang Churuo subconsciously followed the wind for two steps before stopping abruptly. This was his farewell to her, and he had already left...

After a few cups of sacrificial wine were poured down, Yang Churuo still stood there obsessively, as if reluctant to move.

"Mother, let's go back..." Feng Qingyang said in a low voice, watching Yang Churuo standing in front of Yi Shuchen's grave for a long time, Feng Qingyang felt uncontrollable grief in his heart.

Yang Churuo turned his head away silently, and walked back silently. Some people will not die, because even if he dies, he will always live in the hearts of others, and his image will always be so vivid and agile.

Xu Xuchunfeng sent the fragrance of flowers, and Yang Churuo turned around, only to see a branch of Yingchun Linghan next to Yi Shuchen's tombstone releasing its first flower.

Is this the first flower of early spring?Shuchen will definitely see it too.

This is a suitable place for him to sleep forever, with the fragrance of flowers, the singing of birds, and the passing of the spring breeze, a place that warms people's hearts like him.

The first flower has already opened, and I think it will be full of flowers in a short time, right?They will accompany him, comfort his soul?
It's just that with his temperament, he might not be able to appreciate flowers, but instead wonder what medicinal properties this flower has?

Thinking of Yi Shuchen's obsession with medicine, Yang Churuo felt a burst of unspeakable sadness...

Either way, this way is also good, so that he will not be lonely, painful and sad.The fragrance of herbs all over his body can become one of his unique symbols.

Yang Churuo turned his head, and there was a smile on his lips. He was so gentle and magnanimous, making people feel soft and warm in their hearts when they think of him.Even at the last moment when he left, he was still so warm and thoughtful of her.

Stretching his hand into his bosom, he grabbed the white jade medicine bottle that Yi Shuchen had given her. This was his painstaking effort, the elixir he refined for her.

It was also his last gift to her.

There was no loud drum music, no deafening firecrackers, Yi Shuchen seemed to walk very silently, just like the silent Yang Churuo.

He didn't like such a noisy and lively place, but such a deserted place showed more genuine grief.

"Mother, get on the horse." Feng Qingyang led a horse by himself, along the way, Yang Churuo's cheeks became paler and paler, how could she bear such tiredness.

Feng Qingyang persuaded in a low voice: "Father is still at home waiting for you to go back. Doctor Yi finally rescued Father..."

Only then did Yang Churuo's eyes light up slowly, as if they had regained their vitality.

Feng Qingyang felt a little relieved in his heart, after all, there is still the father who touches this mother's heart, and I hope that the mother can think about the father more, and don't be too sad.

Yang Churuo's eyes slowly lit up, yes, Chu Yuchen is still waiting for her, and he will definitely wake up, definitely!
Holding Feng Qingyang's shoulders, Yang Churuo got on the horse and ran towards Chu Yuchen. It was the love in her heart, and it was Yi Shuchen who paid the price of his life to call back a chance of life. Whether it was for Yi Shu For Chen or for herself, she must do everything possible to wake him up.

The sound of horseshoes hitting the ground is like the drumbeat of an expedition, which makes people's hearts throb.

Filled with pain and anger, Yang Churuo galloped in the direction of Chu Yuchen, and behind her, fast horses followed her.

The horseshoes whipped up gusts of wind, and the white paper money covered the whole earth like mourning clothes.

After burying Yi Shuchen, Yang Churuo has been very silent, staying in front of Chu Yuchen's bed every day, as if he has lost all emotions.

Watching Yang Churuo lose weight day by day, the sharp chin of the small face carved of white jade became more and more obvious, and the pair of eyes that were originally as lively as autumn waves now seemed to be a pool of calm water. There will be no slightest disturbance.

Undressed, she took care of the unconscious Chu Yuchen, wiped his body, fed him water and porridge, and refused to leave his side for a moment day and night.

Chu Yuchen's situation was good and bad, very occasionally, there would be some slight movements, such as frowning, such as the slight movement of fingers.But he never opened his eyes and made no sound.

She was scared, really scared, she was afraid that as soon as she left, Chu Yuchen would disappear, and she would not be able to find him even if she was there, gradually it even developed to the point where she didn't even dare to close her eyes, it seemed that as long as she closed her eyes, Everything in front of her eyes will turn into a dream, and when she wakes up, she will still be in the dense forest, while Chu Yuchen has gone away.

Everything in front of her could not make her feel real, only Chu Yuchen, as long as her eyes saw Chu Yuchen.

Yang Churuo can be sure that she is living in reality, and he is still in her life.

She had a feeling, a feeling that was inexpressible but real.

Every time she sees Chu Yuchen, this feeling arises, he is here, not far from her, but he doesn't seem to be here, in another world that she can't understand middle.

Yang Churuo's state made everyone feel distressed. In the huge house, no one dared to speak loudly, no one dared to smile, and even when walking, his steps were so soft that he seemed to be a thief.

Everyone held their breath, and everyone's hearts were filled with sadness.

The whole house seems to be covered with gloom, thick and thick, no amount of dazzling sunlight can pass through, and can't shine on this sad place.

Through the thick haze, there is only silence, only grief, and only pain.

The so-called love is deep, probably so...

When Feng Qingyang was hesitating whether to go in, he suddenly heard his mother exclaim: "Yuchen!"

What happened to Father?
Feng Qingyang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly walked towards the bed.

Mother's voice seemed to be terrified, did something happen to father?
No, he can't have an accident, and he must never have an accident again.

Mother's body is very weak now, she can't stand it anymore, she can't stand any blow.

Feng Qingyang stepped quickly, and walked to the bed in three steps at a time, but found that Chu Yuchen's brows were tightly knit together, and the expression on his face was extremely painful, as if he was struggling with all his strength.

Yang Churuo held his hand tightly, her fingers turned white.

Seeing the anxiety, fear and expectation in Yang Churuo's eyes, Feng Qingyang's heart also hangs.

"Father." Feng Qingyang held Chu Yuchen's other hand, hoping to pass on Chu Yuchen's own strength.He didn't dare to inject his true energy into his father's body, because he didn't know what the consequences would be, and he didn't dare to do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

Chu Yuchen's lips were tightly pressed together, and the already pale lips looked like a piece of fine Xue Tao paper.

His eyelashes flickered, as if he was in a nightmare and was trying to struggle to get away.

Yang Churuo's heart was squeezed tighter and tighter. She felt as if someone was holding her tightly, and she could hardly beat. The blood in her whole body suddenly stagnated, making her hands and feet cold and difficult to breathe.

The pain on Chu Yuchen's face became more and more intense, and he heard Yang Churuo keep calling his name, "Yuchen, Yuchen." Her voice was so anxious and longing.

She was calling for him, every sound, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Chu Yuchen only felt that he was in a vast ocean, as if he had always been here and never left.

He was floating on the blood-red seawater with a foul smell. He was already exhausted, but he felt that he had no strength in his whole body, but his heart was ashamed, and he drifted aimlessly.

He couldn't remember where he came from, where he was going, who he was, or what he wanted to do.

But for some reason, he could always hear a gentle female voice from the sky, telling him something constantly. He couldn't hear her voice clearly, and he couldn't remember who she was, but he could hear the voice in that voice. The endless love contained.

She whispered softly, and the voice made people feel warm in their hearts.

Such a gentle, infatuated woman...

Chu Yuchen sighed in his heart, and his body was floating on the sea of ​​blood.He is very tired, too tired to open his eyes, too tired to lift his fingers, so just go with the flow...

But just now, he suddenly heard the gentle woman call out a name. "Yu Chen!"

Only then did he feel something moved in his heart, like a piece of deeply hidden memory that was about to move, waiting for it to be awakened.

Who is she calling?Who is that person to her?

Chu Yuchen was puzzled.

That voice was so warm, it seemed to burst out all the love in his chest, and suddenly there was a doubt in his heart that he had never felt before, and he wanted to find out who she was calling. ?Who is this guy?
Yuchen, who is Yuchen...

This name is so familiar, it seems that he has heard it thousands of times, and it seems to be buried in the deepest part of his memory.

Following her voice, she silently recited: Yuchen, Yuchen...

All of a sudden, the chest felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. It was so heavy that it pressed down on all the pain.

Chu Yuchen suddenly came to his senses, she was calling him, this was his name, the person she was calling day and night, turned out to be him!
She was waiting for him, she was calling for him!
who is she?Why did the misery in her voice make his heart hurt so much, every time he heard it, his heart would ache for no reason.

Chu Yuchen began to struggle, trying to find the direction of the voice. He wanted to find her. Although he couldn't remember who she was, an obsession rose in his heart to find her.But the sea of ​​blood that was originally calm suddenly began to roll, just at the moment when he wanted to break free.

He struggled desperately in the stormy sea.

That voice was still echoing in his ears, "Yuchen, Yuchen..."

The sound is the cuckoo crying blood, and the sound is the expectation containing love.

There is only one thought left in his heart, he wants to go there, he wants to find the owner of this voice, he wants to find her...

But as his thought of breaking free became stronger, the sea of ​​blood became more hideous and terrifying. It seemed that countless kneeling and crying wolves roared in his ears, and the tumbling waves hit him like a heavy fist. whole body.

It made his bones seem to be broken...

Pain, palpitating pain full of fear.

The pain became more and more distinct, but Chu Yuchen's heart became more and more clear. He finally remembered, remembered who he was, and who the owner of that voice was.

She was his wife, she was the one he fell in love with.

day.

How long have you been away?

He didn't remember how long he had been wandering in this sea of ​​blood, but he only remembered that the stinky blood stained his clothes red and soaked his long hair, making him exhausted and unable to produce any strength Come.

The voice calling him is sometimes far away, sometimes near...

He desperately searched for the direction, but there was no end to the boundless sea of ​​blood.As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of blood, and the redness makes people feel cold.

He turned his head desperately, but couldn't find the direction.

Only her voice was guiding him, and those anxious and urgent calls gave him strength in his heart.

Following the direction of the voice, he tried his best, but his body couldn't move. There was a boundless sea of ​​blood and boundless suffering.

Chu Yuchen gritted his teeth tightly and fought with all his life against the sea of ​​blood.

She is calling him, she is waiting for him...

And he was going to find her!
The sea of ​​blood was extremely viscous, as if he was firmly stuck in a piece of red amber, he tried his best, but he couldn't break free no matter what.The viscous liquid rolled, fluttered, and covered the sky...

Maybe, he couldn't break free?Chu Yuchen began to despair slowly, maybe he was born here, and that voice was just his hallucination?

Chu Yuchen was at a loss.

A drop of water fell on the center of his eyebrows. Chu Yuchen was stunned for a moment, and looked at the gray sky above the sea of ​​blood. The water drops fell even more urgently, and every drop seemed to be sprinkled on his body. above.

Is it raining?

A slightly bitter water drop fell on the corner of his lips and spread to his entire mouth. He felt a slightly salty taste, it was tears...

Is she in the sky?Are these her tears?

Chu Yuchen only felt that with the entrance of that tear, his whole heart was being pulled and hurt.

It turned out that her tears made him suffer so much?
"Yuchen..." was choked up, with a crying voice, as if he was getting closer to him...

This is not his hallucination, absolutely not, he is just trapped here, and she is still waiting for him to go back!
Chu Yuchen once again gathered strength in his heart.

Yang Churuo, who was outside the illusion, hugged Chu Yuchen's body. His extremely painful expression made her heart ache beyond measure. One tear fell, and more tears fell one after another. Yang Churuo was full of only one thought, Don't make him suffer so much.

God, please, don't let him suffer such pain...

Yang Churuo just felt weak all over, looking at Chu Yuchen's thick eyebrows that were gathered together, and the tightly pursed thin lips, which had already revealed the veined neck, Yang Churuo saw every detail in his eyes, like a steel knife pierced into her heart.

She just felt that her heart was dripping with blood.

But the heavens didn't seem to hear her prayers, fine beads of sweat began to seep from Chu Yuchen's forehead, his body was still soft, but his teeth were clenched tightly...

"Mother, mother, look quickly, father, father seems to be fighting with something..." Feng Qingyang became more calm, and sensitively discovered that Chu Yuchen's tangled and twisted appearance was clearly caused by exerting force. will appear.

Could it be that the father is fighting for control of the body again?
Could it be said that this is the battle of the father, is it his hard work?

The doctor said that the soul and the body have not been completely fused, so the father can't wake up, so now, is the father trying to merge into his body?

Feng Qingyang looked at Chu Yuchen, secretly exerting force in his heart.

Yang Churuo wiped away the tears on his face. The sadness and pain just now left only heartache, and he had already lost the ability to reason and judge.Now that I heard Feng Qingyang say this, I just woke up and observed it carefully, not bad...

What Feng Qingyang said is right, Chu Yuchen is really fighting, he is struggling hard...

"Yuchen, you've worked hard." Yang Churuo's voice was very low. Looking at Chu Yuchen, he felt heartache and reluctance, but more of it turned into anticipation. Maybe he will wake up?
"Mother!" Feng Qingyang saw Yang Churuo speak, and Chu Yuchen's expression seemed to loosen, and he immediately said to Yang Churuo: "Mother, you talk to Father, and Father heard your voice. Response, mother, father can hear it, he can hear it!"

Surprised in Yang Churuo's heart, she kept shouting: "Yuchen, Yuchen, can you hear me? Can you hear me?" Her voice was a little hoarse, and her voice seemed dry, but it contained indescribable tenderness.

he can hear...

Sure enough, he could hear it. Looking at the change in Chu Yuchen's expression, Yang Churuo's surprise in his heart became stronger, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, "Yuchen, you can, come back, Yuchen..."

Yang Churuo was very excited.

Chu Yuchen only felt that the voice was more urgent, and it seemed to be full of joy, encouraging and calling to himself.He heard her question and wanted to answer him, but his throat seemed to be burning with fire, preventing him from uttering a single word.

He could only use all his strength to struggle against the voice. The thick sea of ​​blood was still rolling in huge waves, as if to swallow him up, but at this moment he only had one thought in his mind, he wanted to find She, he can't let her down.

The bitter taste of tears was still spreading in his mouth, which seemed to give Chu Yuchen endless strength. After his repeated efforts, one hand finally broke free from the sticky sea of ​​blood, and he waved his arm desperately. Moving forward, forward, forward, moving in the direction of the voice.

Every inch was exhausted, but it seemed that as long as he moved an inch, the stickiness of the sea of ​​blood would shrink a bit.

"Hand! His hand is moving!" Yang Churuo felt Chu Yuchen's hand moving slowly, as if trying to grab something.He quickly put his hand into his, and interlocked his fingers.

But Chu Yuchen, who was immersed in the illusion, suddenly froze. He looked at his empty left hand, but clearly felt the smooth touch and the gentleness of the warm body.It is clear that there is nothing in his hand, why, he would have such a feeling...

Chu Yuchen was puzzled, but he saw the temperature slowly spread from his palm to his whole body.This warm feeling is so familiar, so addicting to him, it seems that he has experienced it countless times before, and it has a huge attraction for him.

Chu Yuchen only felt that the waves of the sea of ​​blood were slowly calming down, and as the warmth spread to his whole body, every inch of his skin was full of a sense of strength.

A gentle voice called in his ear, "Yuchen, Yuchen, come back..."

It's so close, it's as close as ear, but why can't he see it.

Chu Yuchen suddenly came to his senses. For a moment, he felt his whole body sank, and the sea of ​​blood slowly faded away around him. His body was falling precariously, like a feather floating in the air. Generally, it is slowly falling.

The gentle voice guided him and made him float and fall in the air. Suddenly, he felt the darkness in front of his eyes, but the voice really appeared in his ears, "Yuchen... "

It's Chu Ruo, it's Chu Ruo's voice...

she is calling him...

Chu Yuchen's consciousness gradually became clear, and he only felt a familiar body fragrance lingering in his nose, it was her smell, it was her breath.

Such freshness and warmth filled his entire mouth and nose, lingering around him, making him feel so safe.

"..." He opened his mouth with difficulty, but couldn't make a sound...

He wanted to respond to her, he wanted to let her know that he was here, by her side.

But even without making a sound, this slight movement still fell into Yang Churuo's eyes, and the huge surprise hit her, almost drowning her.At this moment, she felt that all the suffering and all the sacrifices were worthwhile, as long as he could come back, then everything would be worthwhile.

It was as if his eyelids were stretched open little by little, and the hazy light came into his eyes. The figure in front of him was shaking and dazed, but it looked so familiar, which made him so happy.

As the eyes began to adjust to the light, the figure gradually became clearer.

This familiar figure, this familiar face, this familiar look...

He is back?Is he back?

"He's awake, he's really awake!" Yang Churuo yelled loudly, so happy that she wanted to jump up, almost obsessively watching his eyes gradually focus, and gradually fixed his gaze on her face.

Tears rolled down Yang Churuo's face, but the smile on his face became deeper and deeper. The smile with tears seemed like pear blossoms being sprinkled with raindrops, beautiful and sad but extremely touching.

"Ruo'er..." Chu Yuchen finally uttered his first voice with great effort. Although the voice was rough as if it had been polished by sandpaper, it could be heard in Yang Churuo's ears, but it was not as good as the gods in the sky. The bird sang at the same time.

He spoke, he sobered, he came back...

Yang Churuo was overjoyed, but she burst into tears, tears pouring down her face, she fell on him powerlessly, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances, pains, and worries.

Chu Yuchen raised his hand with difficulty, put it on Yang Churuo's shoulder, and gently stroked her soft long hair. It seemed that it took only a blink of an eye, but it seemed that tens of millions of years had passed.

The mind is still groggy, and the sense of time and space is confused and blurred.

How long has he been unconscious?How much did she suffer for him?
Feeling that her weak shoulders seemed to touch the bones, Chu Yuchen whispered distressedly: "Ruo'er, you've lost weight..."

Yang Churuo shook her head, choked up with tears, she finally waited for this day, she finally looked forward to this time, when he returned to her side, she had him again.

Tears flowed down Chu Yuchen's neck and fell into his long hair scattered on the pillow, but the real feeling and temperature made Chu Yuchen feel like a dream, and he could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality.

But what if she is in his arms, even if it is a dream?

"Father, you finally woke up." Chu Yuchen heard Feng Qingyang's excited voice, and he was finally sure that this was reality, not his dream, and he really came back.

After breaking away from the bloody seawater and the amber that solidified him, he came back.

Chu Yuchen only felt that his whole body was sore and limp, but his heart was so satisfied, so peaceful and happy.

With a tired smile, Chu Yuchen said in a low voice: "I'm awake..." He turned his head vigorously, and said in Yang Churuo's ear, "I heard everything you said to me."

Yes, he heard it all. If it wasn't for her gentle whisper, he might have forgotten everything and was still drifting in the sea of ​​blood like a small boat.But he heard her words, awakening all his memories, reminding him of her and who he is.

It was her voice that brought him back, it was her that gave him the strength to fight and get him out of that predicament.

"I know... I've always known." Yang Churuo's voice was choked with sobs, she knew, she just knew, knew that he was reluctant to part with her, knew that he would come back for her, knew that he could hear her, could feel her, No matter when and where, no matter the ends of the earth, her heart and his are always tightly linked together.

There will be no one person in this world, no force can separate them, they are destined to be a pair for life, and they will be together no matter what.

She was so in love with him, just as he was so in love with her.

Hugging Chu Yuchen's body tightly, and hugging him deeply, she never wanted to be separated even for a moment.

(End of this chapter)