When Yang Nianfu saw that person, he could be sure that he had never seen that person, but when the man's eyes fell on him, there seemed to be ripples in the air. I don't know how long it took, in an instant or eternal manner, the man finally said, "Nianfu?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his eyes were dim, as if he was about to die, but that shout was sincere, like a call that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

Yang Nianfu's heart trembled wildly and suddenly shouted, "Are you my father?"

He screamed naturally, but his feet were as if they were nailed to the ground and could not move a single step away. This kind of father-son relationship was inexplicable. As soon as he had this idea, he was unstoppable.

The man in front of him was not as romantic as he was in the portrait, and was full of energy. He was so old that he was terrible. His face was pale and he hadn't seen the sun for too long. There were no scars on his face. But Yang Nianfu looked over at him and the first feeling was that the man's face was full of sadness. One by one, one by one, made people feel a sense of despair that wanted to cry!

This person is completely different from the father in the portrait, but Yang Nianfu has already determined that this is his father! He is the son of a saint and has a natural sense of sensitivity. His blood is thicker than water, and his blood is already boiling.

At that moment, all the grudges and grudges came to the sky, and all the longings were now turned into tears.

The man had two lines of tears flowing down. He walked forward tremblingly, hugged Yang Nianfu, and hissed: "I'm not your father!"

Yang Nianfu was stunned. Without waiting for the reaction, the old man was already in tears and said, "I am not worthy of being your father! Nianfu, your father is a useless person!"

Yang Nianfu's dissatisfaction for more than ten years suddenly disappeared at that moment. He already knew that while he was thinking hard, there was still a man who endured countless humiliations and missed him. Lovesickness was lonely, and he was in the bones. This man was suffering and could survive because... he wanted to see his relatives again! Perhaps for more than ten years, the country and the country were no longer there, and the Sui Empire was in twilight, but those lingering blood and tears were destined to be indomitable. Lovesickness might become empty, but the flesh and blood could finally meet again!

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Chapter completed!