Because of the differential treatment of Ye Wushuang, the second young master Ye Wuyun is so jealous, and he opposes Ye Wushuang everywhere, to put it bluntly, he is jealous, jealous of his father's extra tolerance towards him.

and afraid that he will not be able to get the position of the head of the family, to put it mildly, it is still the same sentence, people are too greedy.

As a parent, he will always prefer one of his children, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't love his other children, otherwise, Night Without Wind and Night Without Cloud will not have such achievements.

Ye Wushuang looked at the man in front of him who cared for him like this, and said that it was fake if he was not moved, but deep in his heart there was a sense of resistance, an indescribable strangeness.

It's like, something is missing, but he can't say it, he tries to make himself act a little more friendly, but instinctively, he can't get along with his father.

"Wushuang, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak" Seeing Ye Wushuang sit down, but he was silent, Ye Zhentian couldn't help but speak, his eyes were extremely concerned.

"I'm fine, I'm fine" Ye Wushuang replied lightly, he suddenly felt that if he asked so indifferently, it would be too unfilial, after all, his father was good to him, he knew it.

There is a big reason, perhaps because in this family, he has no mother, and he is not even familiar with anyone.

Nightquake suddenly wondered, "That ......."

"Father" Ye Wushuang suddenly interrupted him, his eyes were extremely complicated.

"What the hell is wrong, you speak quickly, you are in a hurry to die as a father!" Seeing that the night was spitting, he also became nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wushuang closed his eyes fiercely and opened them again, staring at Ye Zhentian with a serious expression, "Father, I have something to ask you." ”

The smile on Nightquake's face gradually decreased, "What do you want to ask?" Seeing that Ye Wushuang came to ask him about something, inexplicably, he was a little lost.

"Do you tell me anything my father?" Ye Wushuang was smart this time, and didn't ask anything for the first time, but put the important decision in the hands of Ye Zhentian.

His mouth opened, and Ye Zhentian nodded, "You ask, ask anything, what you want to know, I will say" After hiding it for so long, he didn't want to continue to hide it.

His own son has never given up looking for lost memories over the years, he shouldn't hide everything so selfishly, it was the premise of protecting him before, these years, he has the ability to take charge of himself, and it doesn't hurt to tell him.

"Really?" Ye Wushuang was a little surprised, he hadn't asked before, this time it went smoothly beyond his expectations, he thought that he was going to touch his nose again, and he thought of a way on the way here.

Now this situation surprised and delighted him.

Ye Zhentian nodded, "You ask" Maybe after saying it, they can break the ice between them, and they are no longer so indifferent, they are father and son, but they are only a little more familiar than strangers, this feeling, he doesn't want.

"Fifteen years ago, what happened to me" Ye Wushuang asked this question, and he felt his throat dry and his heart hung high.

He woke up fifteen years ago, he can't remember anything, and some only have memories of the past 15 years.

But only he felt that he was living like a walking corpse and could not feel happy.

"Alas....... To be precise, it wasn't fifteen years ago, it was twenty-two years ago, Shuang'er, you slept for 7 years, and you tried everything you could for your father to wake you up. ”

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