So, for some reason, Mao Zhengliang felt a soreness on his nose and tears couldn't help but stay in his eyes.

"Father, father." His body couldn't help but shake. But then, without waiting for Ji Zongzhou and others to help, Mao Zhengliang couldn't help but run to the back house quickly.

"Father, don't die. I'm not very good at your son, but I don't want to work so hard to carry the banner and fight for the world. The thousands of people and sons in Shandong still rely on your protection. Don't have any trouble, don't have any trouble."

Along the way, Mao Zhengliang, who was crying, was muttering like this. Even his mind was like passing a slide. Even though he had traveled more than 400 miles a long distance, he was ambushed on the way and didn't even have to drink water.

Then he arrived at the back house as soon as possible and arrived at the room where Mao Gui is now.

...

"Father, Father!!"

He quickly walked to the door of the room, and Mao Zhengliang, who was anxious and uneasy, couldn't help but shout.

Therefore, a woman who was serving Mao Gui in the room turned her head and said, "Brother Liang, you are back!"

The woman's face couldn't help but look a little happy.

Her name is Sheng Lan'er, and she was Mao Gui's current concubine. However, because she failed to give birth to a son and half of Mao Gui's daughter, Mao Gui felt frightened and uneasy after she fell into a coma.

So when I suddenly saw Mao Zhengliang, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in seeing the backbone.

"Brother Liang, Master, Master, Master is still saying your name just now. It's really great that you are back now. It's been several hours since you woke up last time, so I guess Master is about to wake up."

"Is that so? My father said my name just now?"

Perhaps because of being a Son of Man, Mao Zhengliang's focus at this time was completely different.

When I saw his father, who was once a powerful man, now he was lying helplessly on the sickbed, with gray hair and haggard appearance. Mao Zhengliang really seemed to be punched, his chest was stuffy and he felt indescribable.

So when he walked to Mao Gui's bed, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, clenched his hands, and looked at his father with tears in his eyes.

"Well, Zhengliang, Liang'er~~"

There may be that kind of sensing in the dark.

But just as Mao Zhengliang knelt on the ground and held Mao Gui's palm, Mao Gui, who was lying on the sickbed, couldn't help but call him softly.

Even after hearing this shout, Mao Zhengliang, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but cry while saying, "Father, I'm here, I'm here."

Such an answer is not an exaggeration to Mao Gui be able to hear and wake up at this time, but it is an involuntary act that reveals true feelings.

Therefore, Mao Zhengliang stayed next to the sickbed for half an hour in this posture. Then, with another light cough, Mao Gui, who was lying on the couch, couldn't help but slowly open his eyes.

"Father, you, you're awake."

Mao Zhengliang was shocked and couldn't help but be happy.

So after hearing Mao Zhengliang's words, Mao Gui couldn't help but nodded. Then he grabbed Mao Zhengliang's hand.

"Liang'er, you, you're finally back."

"Yeah, I'm back, the baby is back."

"Haha, that's great. It seems that God is not bad to me. I, Mao Gui, can see my son for the last time before I die."
Chapter completed!