Chapter 218 Father and Son Frozen Release (3)

His mother has been dead for thirty years, and Jing Zhongxiu has never touched another woman. Jing Yichen knows about it, but he doesn't know that his mother has already been engraved in his father's bones. , her father would treat her as if she was alive, eating, drinking, and chatting with her.

He suddenly felt how ridiculous it was that he had hated his father for so many years, because the person who hated his father the most might not be him as a son, but Jing Zhongxiu himself.

Pulling Shangguan Ning into the car, Jing Yichen hugged her into his arms with such strength that she could hardly breathe.

Some cool tears dripped on her face, but they were not her own.

The bullet pierced Jing Yichen's heart and lungs, and he had never shed a single tear, but now he did.

Shangguan Ning hugged him tightly, kissed his cheek lightly, and told him silently that she was by his side, always.

Jing Yichen's heartache was so painful that he couldn't restrain himself, only Shangguan Ning's warm body could bring him a little comfort.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain in Jing Yichen's heart gradually dissipated. He let go of his wife, as if he was saying to her, but also to himself: "Ah Ning, I will never be separated from you."

Without you, I don't know if I will be able to persist in living like my father. Without you, the world will be dark, and I will become a walking dead again.

I don't have the perseverance like my father, so I must not lose you.

Shangguan Ning had a sympathetic heart with him, and seemed to feel the pain in Jing Yichen's heart, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

"We will never be apart, we will always be together."

In the evening, Jing Yichen took Shangguan Ning home. Seeing the sky getting dark, he glanced at his phone and dialed the housekeeper's number: "Uncle Lu, is my dad home yet?"

The housekeeper didn't expect that Jing Yichen would call him, let alone Jing Yichen asked someone else, but Jing Zhongxiu, whom he never cared about!

And, did he hear correctly? The young master called "Dad"? !

He hadn't yelled like this for many years, and usually called Jing Zhongxiu by his first name directly, and refused to call him Dad.

The old housekeeper burst into tears with excitement, and immediately said happily: "The master hasn't come back yet. He has been staying up late lately and his health is not very good. You should bring him back quickly, young master!"

In previous years, on this day, the butler would pick up Jing Zhongxiu, who was drunk and refused to leave. This year, Jing Yichen took the initiative to call, and the mature butler immediately pushed the matter to him. It is rare that the young master took the initiative to care about the master. , Such an opportunity cannot let it slip away in vain.

Afraid that Jing Yichen would refuse, he just wanted to persuade him a few more words, but who knew, there was only a moment of silence on the phone, and then a faint word came: "Okay!"

Jing Yichen hung up the phone, spoke to Shangguan Ning, and then drove to the Jing family's cemetery.

The cemetery is located in the suburbs, a bit remote, and when he arrived, it was completely dark.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, Jing Yichen walked slowly up the cobblestone path.

This is a cemetery, quiet and secretive at night. During the day, it looks like lush cypresses, but at night it is full of eerie atmosphere.

Jing Yichen couldn't imagine that on this day every year, his father would be alone in such a place, enduring the pain of losing his wife, and then slowly getting drunk to numb himself.

When he walked to his mother's grave, he saw his father, who usually paid great attention to his appearance, his suit was still on the ground casually, his shirt was wrinkled, and his chest was full of wine stains.

Under the moonlight, his face was extremely pale, and he leaned against his mother's tombstone, as if that would bring him closer to her.

He kept murmuring to himself in a chaotic way: "Qing'er, are you cold here alone? Are you still angry with me... I was wrong, can you punish me..."

Is this still the majestic, cold and powerful Jing Zhongxiu?

At this moment, he has removed all pretense and strength, and is as vulnerable as a wounded child!

Jing Yichen's heart throbbed suddenly, and he could hardly stand still due to the pain.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and strode to Jing Zhongxiu's side.

"Dad, it's getting dark, it's time to go home."

Jing Zhongxiu was obviously taken aback when he heard his voice. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, he found that the person in front of him was still his eldest son, not the old butler who came to pick him up every year.

A large amount of alcohol made his speech slurred, but it did not conceal the surprise in his tone: "Why are you here?"

He wanted to stand up, but the alcohol paralysis and prolonged sitting made it impossible for him to stand up at all.

Jing Yichen stepped forward and carried him directly on his back, and then said softly, "I'll take you home."

Even though Jing Zhongxiu was very drunk, but his strong willpower and discernment were still there, he was not used to being so close to his son, even though his headache was splitting and his whole body was very stiff, he still said: "Put me down, I will Walk."

But Jing Yichen didn't let go, and walked slowly on the path with his back on his back, while saying: "I remember, when I was young, you carried me up here, now, I'm carrying you down."

It was when Jing Yichen was four years old, and he followed Jing Zhongxiu to celebrate Zhao Qing's death anniversary. He came here once when he was three years old and still remembered that his mother was buried here. Refusing to go up, Jing Zhongxiu carried him up.

This was the only time his father had recited him in his thirty years of life, so he always had a deep memory of it.

Jing Zhongxiu obviously also thought about the events back then, but he didn't expect that his four-year-old son would still remember it now! He no longer insisted on walking by himself, and let his son carry him forward.

Jing Yichen turned his back on his back, but his eyes slowly turned red.

It turns out that the father with a tall and straight memory is already old and late. He carried him on his back without any effort. When did my father become so light?

Father's height is 1.88 meters, so he should be at least 1,780 catties. Why do you think he is only 20 or 30 catties heavier than Shangguan, who weighs more than 90 catties!

Perhaps being on his son's back made Jing Zhongxiu feel very stable. When Jing Yichen put him in the car, he no longer resisted the powerful effect of alcohol and fell asleep.

Jing Yichen drove Jing Zhongxiu back to the Jing family, and then, under the astonished eyes of everyone in the Jing family, carried Jing Zhongxiu into the villa, into the living room, and finally into his bedroom.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the young master's mother, and all the servants and bodyguards of the Jing family know it, because in the past, every time this day came, the young master would have a big fight with the master, and then the master would get drunk in the middle of the night and be carried back by the housekeeper.

Today, why is it completely different?