Is it an illusion?

That’s why we can see the living Shang Lu standing in front of us?

Qiao Qiao didn't dare to blink.

I was afraid that the hallucination would disappear in the blink of an eye.

She looked at Shang Lu who suddenly appeared in front of her for a moment.

His eyes were fixed on Shang Lu, and he almost became petrified.

Tears suddenly turned in his eyes, and Shang Lu's figure began to become blurred.

She was so scared that she was a little panicked.

The figure in the tears was not clear, thinking that it was really just an illusion, so she hurriedly wiped her tears.

I thought Shang Lu would disappear in front of me, but after wiping away the tears, he still stood in front of me and strode towards him.

The clear sound of footsteps and the gentle wind that he brought when he entered, mixed with the familiar breath of his body.

It's so real and so illusory.

"Shang Lu, is it really you?"

She even voiced lightly.

I was afraid that my voice would break this illusion.

Looking at the tall and dignified Shang Lu like that pitifully, I just begged that this illusion would look the same again and not disappear so quickly.

Even if you can see him for one more second, it would be a huge comfort for her.

I learned that the plane crashed yesterday, and it has been more than 20 hours now.

As long as the whole wilderness, Qiao Qiao didn't know how she survived it.

Despair as clearly as if I wanted to die.

But for the sake of the old man and An An, she had to pretend to be strong.

She convinced herself to have a good meal and sleep so that she could have the strength to take care of the old man who was more sad than her, and not let An An see her fragile side.

She was so tired.

It's the last moment.

She was almost unable to hold on.

Did God let her see the hallucinations in front of her to comfort her?

The old man opposite, Uncle Zhong next to him, and other servants also looked at Shang Lu in disbelief.

No one made a sound.

All of them were shocked and their chins dropped.

Qiao Qiao looked at the phantom in front of her and had long forgotten that there were people around her.

A man was eager to rush into Shang Lu's arms.

Hold Shang Lu's neck tightly.

Even if you can hold him like this, it would be a huge relief for one more second.

"Shang Lu, are you coming back to see us?"

His head was buried deep in front of his chest and could no longer hold on.

Tears were soaked in his clothes like a collapsed flood.

"Shang Lu, what should you do if you leave? How should I take care of An An and Dad?"

She really thought that the warmth at this moment was just her illusion.

It was the hallucination that she missed Shang Lu too much.

Or maybe it was Shang Lu's soul that was back.

After that incident where Guan Zhang, who was in a haunted property, committed suicide by jumping off the building, she, a person who did not believe in ghosts and gods, began to believe that people have souls.

Perhaps it was because Shang Lu could not let go of their mother and daughter, and the old man, so he came back to see them.

"Shang Lu, didn't you say you wanted to remarry me before?"

She pressed against Shang Lu's chest and begged, "I promise you that we will remarry. Don't leave, okay if you come back? I really can't handle it alone."

"Grandpa, why is mom crying so sadly?" Xiao Anan, who was sitting on grandpa's lap, didn't understand what was wrong with mom.

No one told the little cute kid about the crash of the plane.

Shang Zhongbo couldn't understand why Shang Lu suddenly appeared at home.

Uncle Zhong and the servant were also surprised.

Uncle Zhong asked in a low voice, "Chairman, can't this be the soul of Shang Lu back?"

Shang Zhongbo couldn't answer either.

They will not promote the sayings of ghosts and gods, but businessmen pay attention to Feng Shui metaphysics.

Especially in those years when they were doing real estate business, they would hire Feng Shui masters before building a real estate project started.

Shang Zhongbo also felt that it was a bit mysterious.

Could it be that Shang Lu’s soul is really back?

Uncle Zhong was a little scared.

This time, he was in a big day and hurriedly solicited Shang Zhongbo's opinion, "Chairman, is Shang Lu still worried about this family, so he came back and took a look? He won't leave, right? Do I want me to invite a mage to do a ritual at home and save Shang Lu for some time?"

"Don't talk for now."

Shang Zhongbo knew how important this moment was to Qiao Qiao.

He wanted Qiao Qiao to hug his son well.

It was also at this moment that Shang Zhongbo realized how important his son's position in Qiao Qiao's heart was.

Xiao Anan, who was holding in his arms, looked at his father and mother who were hugging each other.

This is the first time I have seen my parents hug each other.

What a loving look.

The cute little kid is so happy.

Are mom and dad going to remarry?

She looked up and threw the question to her grandfather, "Grandpa, are your parents going to remarry?"

"Shh!" Shang Zhongbo made a gesture of silence at the cute baby.

Then he touched the cute baby's head in a doting manner, "Don't make a sound, let dad hug mom."

This kind of extravagant hug is too precious for Qiao Qiao.

Shang Zhongbo is a experienced person.

He has experienced the pain of his beloved leaving the world and being separated from his own yin and yang.

When Shang Lu's mother died of illness and left him, he was not as good as death.

He hoped that Jiaru could stay with him for a while and not close her eyes so quickly, even for a second.

He understood what Qiao Qiao cherished so much now, and was holding Shang Lu's mood tightly.

He didn't want anyone to disturb Qiao Qiao, so he whispered to his granddaughter, "Let your mother hug her father."

The cute little kid still doesn't quite understand.

Since my parents have made up, there will be many opportunities to hug me in the future.

Why can't you disturb them to hug?

My dear, I'm so strange.

But the cute little kid was still very obedient. She silenced and looked at her parents who were hugging each other obediently. The corners of her mouth raised, showing a happy and bright smile.

Shang Lu was already excited and excited.

At the same time, I want to kill myself.

He actually made the old man fainted from sorrow that he was so sad that he was so desperate that he felt as if he had lost half his life.

He held Qiao Qiao's hand and let her palm fall to his heart, which was beating with blood.

"It's not hot when you touch it."

The beating in the palm of the palm, one after another, was very strong.

That is Shanglu's heartbeat rhythm.

Full of vitality.
To be continued...