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Chapter 2845 Arrival (7)

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    Qin Hao remembered that when he was a child, every time his father sat on the threshold and smoked, it was almost always to wait for him to come back. If he guessed correctly, there should be a bamboo stick next to the door. The free hand was just for convenience.  The one who took the bamboo stick, and every time his father looked like this, it was because Qin Hao had been sued after he made a mistake.

    Qin Hao's heart does not have the same fear or resistance as before. Instead, it is full of sadness and guilt. He has not been with his father for two years. His father is already old, and his father seems to be here every day waiting for him to come home.

    He could feel that whenever night fell, the old man's sadness was much more painful than what he was feeling now. However, the repeated disappointments did not give the old man any intention to give up. It seemed that he would never give up until his son returned.  will leave that threshold.

    "Dad." A few meters away, Qin Hao finally spoke. This was a sentence he had spoken to countless times and silently said in his heart countless times, but until now, it was difficult for him to say it, because of guilt, sadness, and even  He felt that he did not deserve to be called that, but apart from the word "Dad", Qin Hao could not think of anything else that could be used to repay the kindness of the old man in front of him in raising him.

    Ten thousand voices may not be enough. Maybe he can make his father immortal now, or he can let his father live peacefully and know how to be buried in the grave and fulfill his only filial piety. But at this moment, Qin Hao's mind went blank. He walked to  The old man knelt directly in front of him, with his head lowered, as if waiting for the bamboo sticks to fall.

    "I'm back!" Qin Hao's voice trembled a little.

    "You're back!" The old man's calm voice came, and there was no pain like before. Instead, it was a very calm and plain voice, which made Qin Hao a little surprised.

    Does the father no longer care about his son?  Qin Hao thought about this, and he even began to worry, and even thought about ten thousand possibilities. When the cigarette rod hit his head lightly a few times, Qin Hao couldn't help but burst into tears. At this moment, he felt it again.  A mountain of fatherly love.

    "You have grown up and become stronger. Come in and let us have a drink!" The old man patted Qin Hao on the shoulder, and then walked towards the main room with heavy steps.

    What Qin Hao saw was that under the shrine, there was a table of delicious dishes. Most of them were what he liked to eat, and they were still steaming. It seemed that they had just been prepared. Next to the dishes was a bottle of unknown beaten food.  How many times had the old man opened the bottle of soju, and the aroma of wine suddenly overflowed. Looking at Qin Hao who was still stunned, he shouted: "What are you still doing? Come in!"

    Qin Hao nodded subconsciously, as if he had returned to the past time, but when he crossed the threshold, he found that the bamboo strip was not placed in its original place, and there was no trace of it in the entire house.

    "Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan, look what good things I have brought for you." But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside, causing Qin Hao's figure that was just about to sit down to freeze.  .  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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