Chapter 1250
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"Where is this?"
An unknown force was pulling him, forcing him to float in a certain direction for a long distance. In the distance, he suddenly saw two figures standing side by side in front of a cold tombstone.
One of the figures was clearly different from the one in his memory. From the back view, he could see that the figure seemed to be much hunched, and his entire body exuded a heavy and sorrowful aura.
However, even though there was an obvious difference, he still recognized him at a glance. He wanted to go forward and see if it was that person.
At this moment, the voice of the figure next to the man sounded.
"Dad, you've seen Mom. You should go to the hospital."
Perhaps it was because his voice was going through puberty, the teenage boy's voice was very low and soft.
However, the man next to him still did not move.
"Dad!" The boy shouted again, sounding very anxious.
"You can't leave the hospital for too long. We have to go back quickly!"
At this moment, the man finally spoke.
"Let me accompany your mother a little longer. I've let her down in this life.
If I could have protected her back then, your mother wouldn't have ended up in such a difficult situation.
Although your mother studied medicine, she was actually timid since she was young. I really can't imagine how your mother … persevered for ten years on the battlefield.
We've been absent for ten years. Now that we've finally found her and can accompany her, let me accompany her a little longer. "
Hiss ~
What else did he not understand?
That boy … was Ning Ning?
Jiang Tingxu, who was still unable to control his soul, finally floated in front of the father and son after hearing their conversation.
The man in his memory had white hair at his temples. He looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties. His eyes were dull, or more accurately, he did not have any expectations for this world.
He glanced at the words on the tombstone. The most eye-catching words were the few vertical lines — Tomb of Beloved Wife (Mo Jiang).
The tombstone was erected half a month after his death!
So, after his death, this man still found him?
If it had been half a month earlier, maybe …
Forget it, there was no point in talking about this.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for a soul to shed tears, but Jiang Tingxu clearly felt a chill on his face, as if some ice-cold water droplets were dripping down his face.
His gaze moved away from the tombstone and landed on the boy who had grown into a young man.
In fact, he was not much different from when he was three years old. When he was three years old, he had baby fat and was soft and cute. Now, he was a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. He had grown taller and more mature than when he was young.
Of course, he looked exactly the same as his father when he was young, except for the pair of eyes that he had inherited from him.
"Cough … Cough, cough, cough …" Suddenly, a series of coughs sounded, as if it would not stop.
Before Jiang Tingxu could react, his soul had already floated over. He wanted to support the man, but he passed through the man's body.
His son, on the other hand, quickly supported his father.
"Dad, please go back to the hospital. Ning Ning begs you!"
The coughs came one after another. The man's hand held his son's wrist tightly.
"Son, I'm sorry. It seems like I can't grow up with you anymore. But, don't be afraid. Your Second Uncle will take good care of you. Cough … cough … cough …" A large mouthful of blood was coughed out.
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