In the sword gate, Lin introduced Wang Yanqing and Huang yishenjun to each other. Of course, Wang Yanqing also called Huang yishenjun his uncle after Lin Fenglin. After a few words, Huang yishenjun went back to the room first.

the whole small room is full of a kind of friendship, a kind of missing, a kind of deep love.

"Yan'er..." Lin Fenglin opens his arms to Wang Yanqing, who is sitting not far away.

"Fenglin...!" Wang Yanqing can't help tears any more, and Lihua pours directly into Lin Fenglin's arms in the rain, sobbing and sobbing. That's the tears of missing, that's the tears of love, that's the tears of...