Qin Yuling's face turned pale. She suppressed the shock in her heart and smiled, with a pale and firm expression: "Lan Lan, Mommy won't agree..."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan held her hand and looked into her eyes: "Mommy, don't you want to go home with Lanlan? Grandpa and grandma miss you for twenty-six years, Yan Yan missed you for twenty-six years, Xiaoxue kept shouting to see grandma... You have been away from your hometown for too long, and everyone is looking forward to you going home, Mommy, go home..."&1t;/p>

Birds live in the forest and fallen leaves return to their roots. For anyone in this world, their hometown will always be an irreplaceable place.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling's eyelashes are wet and he can't speak for a long time.&1t;/p>

Why doesn't she miss home?&1t;/p>

She could imagine everything about the Qin family with her eyes closed. Her parents who regarded her as a pearl may have been white for so many years, and her little daughter, she has never fulfilled her mother's responsibilities to her...&1t;/p>

With so many wishes she wants to fulfill, why doesn't she want to go home?&1t;/p>

But the prerequisite for going home is that you cannot exchange the life of her other daughter...&1t;/p>

"Mommy, if you don't want to see the Emperor, we can don't want him." Ye Weilan said softly.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling's lips moved, and it was only a long time later that he made a sound: "Mommy is a little supportive, Lanlan accompanied Mommy for a walk, okay?"&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan smiled and said, "Okay."&1t;/p>

She will let her agree.&1t;/p>

Although that person has a complete way to make her surrender, willingness and being forced are completely different concepts.&1t;/p>

…&1t;/p>

6 The wind is fresh and pleasant. No matter how long it has passed, it always has the taste of hometown, but it only... it lacks a little familiar atmosphere...&1t;/p>

It was the smell of blood.&1t;/p>

More than 30 years ago, there was no peace like this now.&1t;/p>

It was an era of war and killing, and it was also an era of many heroes.&1t;/p>

Perlangodo sat in the garden to draw, holding a brush with his slender fingers. After a few strokes, a picture appeared vividly on the paper.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan has been with him for so many years, but she never knew that this master could draw.&1t;/p>

In her perception, he was a person who had never even taken a paintbrush.&1t;/p>

That painting is beautiful, simple, bloody, and beautiful.&1t;/p>

A woman lying on the ground against a dark background, with white skin and slender skin.&1t;/p>

However, her feet were only broken to the broken legs, and the part of them was cut off. The mottled blood stains were bright and bright, splashing around. Next to the broken feet was a pair of fiery red dance shoes, and the whole picture was filled with a sense of reality.&1t;/p>

Perlangodo put down his brush, his expression was still lazy, even with a few traces of leisure.&1t;/p>

Someone pushed the door and walked in, walked up to him with a crutch, looked at the drawing board, and after a while, he said, "Your painting skills have more other things."&1t;/p>

"I feel less anger?" Perlangodo asked with a smile.&1t;/p>

The man did not refute.&1t;/p>

Perlangodo smiled: "There is no thing that never changes in this world. Like you, you didn't need it back then."&1t;/p>

He said, glanced at the crutch on his hand.&1t;/p>

The man smiled and bent down: "After all, time has passed so long, we are all old, but you still haven't changed at all."&1t;/p>

Perlangodo threw the brush into the basin of water, and the red dye was soaked in the clear water, and a few more blood red appeared. He asked slowly: "What is the little tiger planning to do?"&1t;/p>

The man frowned, with a look of admiration in his eyes: "That young man, you..."&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!