The Blessed

"Yeah, you are right, but out there, we have our armies stationed there, and your father also sent Uncle Shan protecting him. So, rest assured, he will be fine. Wen and Wu, your Uncle Jingpeng has grown up. You know, an eagle who is supposed to conquer the sky shouldn’t go in circles there. He has to go out for training and see a bigger world out there. Not only him, after you grow up, you also need to do that. When your father and I are too old to protect you, you also need to go out to train. Though you may suffer, or even get injured, it will let you fly higher.”

Ling Jingxuan's consistent education to his kids was, whether they could understand or not, he should doctrine it to them first. Seeing the children's concerns, he once again told them his thoughts with a stern face.

The two little buns thought about it for a long time, their eyes staring at their daddy, only after making sure their daddy’s words sounded quite reasonable did they nodded to agree, “Hmm.”

"Good. Go and play yourselves. Daddy wants to take some sleep."

Touching their heads, Ling Jingxuan stood up. There would be a hard one after his parents came back. Before that, he had to save some strength first.

"Hmm, daddy, we’ll send you back to your own room."

Speaking of which, the two little buns squeezed Yan Shengrui aside, held each of his hands on both sides. Yan Shengrui gave his silent objection with his eyes, but finally could only follow behind. A family of four just left like that, leaving Ling Jinghan and others there looking at each other, after quite a while, burst out laughing. Ever since their big brother got pregnant, he had been more and more devil-may-care.

However, what surprised Ling Jingxuan was, after he took a nap and saw his parents back, they both had their eyes reddened, they said nothing, let alone blaming Ling Jingpeng or something like that, like nothing had happened. He only knew later that, in order not to increase his burden, Ling JIngpeng had already convinced their parents before he left. About this thing, Ling Jingxuan felt quite gratified. Both his younger brothers were so considerate.

Different from the 21st century, the New Year atmosphere here was very thick. Every family was so lively. From the third day of lunar January, many workers who worked for Ling Jingxuan sent their gifts. Though it was all things they grew themselves, one could tell at least they held a gratifying heart. Ling Jingxuan also did not refuse. On the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of lunar January, Ling Jingxuan asked Old Song to return their gifts to them one by one. This is called courtesy demands reciprocity.

After the Lantern Festival, Yan Shengrui also had to go. Different from Ling Jingpeng, this time, they couldn’t hide it from the two little buns. After seeing off Yan Si who left with the blacksmiths and the weapons, on the night of the sixteenth day of lunar January, Ling Jingxuan and Yan Shengrui called their sons to their room, and then the four of them had a long heart-to-heart talk.

“No! Why is father also leaving? Finally you came back and now abandon us again? Daddy is still pregnant with our little brother and you are leaving us again! I hate you!”

"Boohoo…Father, don't go. I don’t want you to leave."

As long as Yan Shengrui made a starter with difficulty, the two little buns interrupted him radically. Ling Wu who hadn’t cried for a long time even cried out. Although Ling Wen didn’t cry out, tears were already circling in his eyes, making one so heart-broken. Yan Shengrui embraced them and tried to comfort them while gently patting them on the back, “Be good, don’t cry, hear me out, OK?”

“No, I won't listen. You promised you'll never leave us again, and now you're just going away. I hate you. You eat your words!”

Ling Wen pushed him away, and then turned to hold Lingxuan, sobbing, and Ling Wu pulled his hand with tearful eyes, "Father, don't go, OK? I will be good. Just stay with us, OK? I’m afraid after you leave, daddy will change back like before. I don’t like the former daddy. I don’t want the current daddy to disappear. Father, please…”

One reacted violently, while the other implored, but the result was the same. Yan Shengrui's heart was nearly broken. He had never expected that their reaction would be so big, they even didn't give him a chance to explain.

"All right. Wu, come here. Daddy has a word to say with you."

Holding the big son, Ling Jingxuan beckoned his little son over. Ling Wu took a look at him and then Yan Shengrui, after quite a while, he only reluctantly let go of Yan Shengrui’s clothes, turned into Ling Jingxuan arms, sobbing, "Daddy, you persuade father. Don’t let him go, ok? I don't want to be a child without a father."

Finally they had a complete home. Now they had made many friends not only in the village, but also in school. And no one would call them bastards any more, and no one would call daddy monster any more. What if things went back like before after their father left? And daddy…they liked their current daddy, not the old one!

"Be good. Don’t cry, Wu. Wen, no more crying. Listen to daddy, OK?"

Ling Jingxuan wiped the tears for them, meanwhile, he still didn’t forget to throw his complaining eyes at Yan Shengrui who also felt sorry now. This was a thing that couldn’t be accomplished in one action. How could he go straight to point so directly? Now it would need them to spend a lot of effort to soothe them.

"I won't listen. Daddy, I know you are trying to speak for father."

But, this time, it seemed that even Ling Jingxuan’s words wouldn't work. Ling Wen covered his ears while shaking his head, and Ling Wu’s just dried eyes got filled with tears again. Ling Jingxuan froze there, like someone was grabbing his heart, making him feel stuffy pains. Thinking of those things before, he could more or less understand their feelings. In a time, he didn’t know how to continue.

If Ling Jingxuan was the pillar of the two children's hearts, then Yan Shengrui was like a mountain that no one could surmount. When the mountain was about to leave, they could imagine their fear and fluctuations.