After saying that, Qin Qiaoer bent down again, grabbed Yu'er's hand and asked, "Uncle is leaving, mom is happy, Yu'er is also happy, right?"

Yu'er is very obedient, especially in front of Qin Qiaoer, she seemed to know that her mother suffered a lot, so she listened to her mother very obediently on weekdays, and her mother Qin Qiaoer was sometimes a little fierce to her, so she was also afraid of her mother.

Qin Qiaoer thought that her words could touch her daughter's heart, allowing her daughter to smile and say goodbye to her father when she left, and also allowed her father to set off better.

But Yu'er, who had heard Qin Qiaoer's words, was stunned for a while and shook away the weak hands that Qin Qiaoer had grabbed on her.

Yu'er is not yet at the age of being able to conceal her true thoughts. Yu'er is using her actions to resist her mother and also feedback to her father... She is not happy!

How could she be happy? Although her mother was kind to her, and although Yasan also protected her very close like her own children. Although the man opposite her had only been here for ten days and half a month, the love she felt from the man opposite was not felt by anyone else around her.

That is her father's love! Yu'er is smart, Yu'er is even more emotional. She feels her father's love, so although she will be unhappy during this period, more of it is happiness that she has never had before.

And now, this kind of love that is seven years late is about to say goodbye to her again, how could she be happy?

Well... there are always many unhappy times in life. Yu'er is still young after all. Although Ling Feng really can't bear such a young child and is unhappy because of his departure, what can he do?

So when you set out, you still have to set out.

So...it set off the next day.

Qiao'er was wearing a slightly cleaner dress, and then she spent all her attention to dressing up her Yu'er.

She wore bright red clothes on her Yu'er and tied nine small braids on her head. Each braid was made into festive knots with a beautiful red head rope.

She didn't know how to give her senior brother Ling Feng, and she was no longer suitable to dress herself up like she used to be, so she had to dress up her Yu'er over and over again, turn her concerns into the knots on Yu'er's head, and tie it over and over again on Yu'er's hairline.

Ling Feng all understands these... If there is a next life, Ling Feng would like to turn into a light butterfly, accompany Qiaoer and Yuer, and fly, and feel the dull and remote tenderness of their mother and daughter.

When it was time for the true separation, Ling Feng's eyes could no longer be suppressed and red. He knew that if he let himself stay for a moment, his tears would burst out like Qiao'er's tears, and they could not control it, so he had to work a hundred times to suppress the sorrow of parting.

Then his hands couldn't help but open and hugged Ahsan's shoulders.

He did not say goodbye like Qin Qiaoer, nor did he say goodbye like Yuer. He just hugged Yasang and said silently to Yasang: "Brother Yasang, thank you!"

Then he turned around and walked out of Asimov's tribe territory, and stepped out of the forbidden light screen that blocked him and the Asimov tribe.

As soon as he turned away from the mother and daughter's sight, Ling Feng's tears immediately burst out from his eyes. He did not look back. He could not see his Qiaoer, nor could he see his jade, but their figures flashed in his heart. He thought that his Qiaoer had already cried. He thought that his jade must be in his heart, calling his father towards his back, which had begun to become a little vicissitudes.

Asimov's itinerary, from the beginning, he was destined to be a journey of remembrance and concern, grievance and sorrow, touching and nostalgia. When he fell into it from the sky net outside the Cangsu World, he had already had a foreshadowing that what he could take away when he left was likely to be lost.

But that loss still touched him very much. On the one hand, although the separation made him feel endless sadness, on the other hand, the emotions of the two people, especially the small crystal jade born to him, gave him much spiritual comfort!

He couldn't tell the difference between family, friendship and love. By this time, Qin Qiaoer was already someone else's wife, but in his heart, he had no feeling of being with Qin Qiaoer at all. On the contrary, it was even stronger than eleven years ago.

He could feel that Qin Qiaoer's feelings for him should be the same as what he felt. Not only did he not become distant because of the alienation of external relations, but instead became stronger and longer.

Why did this happen? He felt that it was because the love between them was no longer just a single relationship, but could not distinguish it from any kind of family, friendship, and love, and it was mixed into a word "love" that no longer had external relationships.

Just as he was crying and feeling that he was running away in panic, behind him, a sudden burst of the most beautiful songs he had heard in the world:

"Gahan summer day, it's also Heyi, Dongxiang Deniya, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi, heyi,..."

In spring, a small yellow horse was born on the grassland.

"Toma, Ah Ah Ah Ah, Mu Hai, Yiye, Ah Ah Hi Yiye Yeye, Ah Yiye Hee Yeye Ou Uu Ou Ou roar..."

In summer, the light steps of the little yellow horse are intoxicating.

"Fight Srinashuda, Aha Hiyi Yeshi Hei Ye Xin, Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou

In autumn, the little yellow horse asked where his father was.

"Gahan Tuni Airlines, Hi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Ou U Ou Ou Ou Hoo He Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi ... "

In winter, the mare said, let's go home...

That was not Qin Qiaoer's voice, it was Yu'er's voice. Although Qin Qiaoer is already good at singing long songs now, she stood behind the light wall of Asimov's farewell and could not sing long songs to her back as she walked further and further away.

Therefore, Yu'er, dressed up in a colorful manner, sang a long song that seemed a little awkward after walking further and further back on behalf of her mother.

In spring, a small yellow horse was born on the grassland.

In summer, the light steps of the little yellow horse are intoxicating.

In autumn, the little yellow horse asked where his father was.

In winter, the mare said, let's go home...

To be honest, Ling Feng could not imagine a particularly touching artistic conception from those lyrics, but when he listened to the songs sung by Yu'er behind him, he couldn't stop crying like a spring. He couldn't stop humming with his daughter, but he didn't know the tune of the long song, and he couldn't learn the long song, and the guttural sound that could not be finished.
Chapter completed!