Chapter 1250 Son, I’m Sorry

"Where is this?"

Pulled by an unknown force, he was forced to float in a certain direction for a long distance. From a distance, he saw two figures standing side by side in front of a cold tombstone.

Although one of the figures is obviously different from the one in the memory, from the back, it can be seen that it seems to be a lot rickets, and the whole body exudes a strong sense of heaviness and sadness.

But even though there was an obvious difference, I still recognized him at a glance and wanted to step forward to see if he was the same person.

At this moment, the voice of the figure next to the man sounded:

"Dad, I've already seen mom. It's time for you to go to the hospital."

Perhaps because he was in the period of voice change, the teenage boy's voice was very low and soft when he spoke.

However, the man next to him still didn't move.

"Dad~" the boy shouted again, very anxiously.

"You can't leave the hospital for too long, we have to go back quickly!"

At this time, the man finally spoke:

"Let me stay with your mother again. I have failed her in this life.

If I could have protected her back then, your mother wouldn't have been in such a difficult situation.

Even though your mother studied medicine, she has never been very courageous since she was a child. I really can’t imagine how your mother persisted in ten years of war life.

We have been absent for ten years. Now that I have finally found her and can be with her, let me spend more time with her. "

Hiss~

What else don’t you understand?

That boy...is Ning Ning?

Jiang Tingxu, who was still a bit incapable of controlling his soul body, finally floated in front of the father and son after hearing their conversation.

The man in the memory has gray hair on his temples. He looks as old as an old man in his fifties or sixties. His eyes are dull, or to be precise, he has no expectations for the world.

Glancing at the words on the tombstone, the most eye-catching thing is the vertical row of big words - the tomb of the beloved wife (Mo Jiang).

The monument was erected half a month after his death!

So, after his death, this man still found himself?

As long as it's half a month early, it's possible.

That's all, it's useless to mention this again.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a soul to shed tears, but Jiang Tingxu clearly felt a hint of coolness on his face, and some ice-cold water droplets streaked across his face.

His eyes moved away from the tombstone and fell on the boy who had grown into a young man.

In fact, there is not much difference from when I was three years old. When I was three years old, I was baby fat, soft and cute. Now, I am a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. I have grown taller and grown up, and I am much more mature than when I was a child.

Of course, now he is exactly the same as when his father was young, except for the eyes that he inherited, which are slightly different.

"Cough cough cough cough." Suddenly, a burst of coughing sounded one after another, and there was a feeling that it couldn't stop.

Before Jiang Tingxu could react mentally, his whole soul had already floated over. He wanted to hold the man, but it suddenly passed through the man's body.

On the other hand, the son next to him quickly helped his father:

"Dad, go back to the hospital, Ningning, please!"

There were coughs one after another, and the man held his son's wrist tightly with his hand:

"Son, I'm sorry. It seems that dad can no longer accompany you to grow up. However, don't be afraid. Your second uncle will take good care of you. Ahem. Poof." A large mouthful of blood was coughed out.

"dad!"