On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Feng Wuming said that his mouth was a little dry. Of course, this was a psychological effect. He was already dead, so how could he still feel thirsty?

He is not like the Qingcheng ancestor who can be a god...

If his brother was still here, he would definitely be able to surpass Feng Qingcheng, and even sit here with him drinking tea and playing chess.

Even if you can't taste the taste, it doesn't matter, as long as you can still imagine it...

In fact, when he found the broken book, Feng Wuming really thought that Feng Wumian had returned. After all, the book was really burned and he had written it himself.

But how is it possible? Even the underworld cannot find his whereabouts. His soul is scattered and he disappears in this world forever.

"I can't blame you for this, can I?"

"The inner decay of the Feng family has long been dilapidated. Grandpa, we can actually change it, right?"

"Just like what Grandpa Feng Wumian thought, Foolish Old Man can not move mountains overnight, but if you persist, you will see results sooner or later!"

Feng Xi looked at the vicissitudes in Feng Wuming's eyes and understood that he really missed his brother.

There is also regret for the past.

Feng Xi didn't know if those dreams were true, but she knew that there were traces of many things.

"It's not that easy. People like him have failed. I don't have his potential or qualifications. All I can do is guard the Feng family!"

"I chose Xiaobao because I actually saw the shadow of Feng Wumian in Xiaobao. It's not the resemblance, let alone reincarnation, but the talent in their bodies."

"No one can hide this. When he grows up, you will see it more clearly. Xiaobao is indeed an extraordinary child."

After Feng Wuming finished speaking, he stood up and walked deeper again, because it was already dawn and he had already talked to Feng Xi about his memories of the night.

In fact, what he didn't say was that Feng Wuming had high expectations for Xiaobao.

He hopes that Xiaobao can inherit Feng Wumian's will.

He has no chance, let alone life.

Feng Wuming could tell that there were many things he just didn't want to do.

There is another possibility called being powerless.

What he couldn't do, now that there was someone who could try it, how could he want to give up.

But at this moment, Feng Wuming suddenly felt that it was not important anymore, and forcing himself would be counterproductive, just like Feng Wumian back then. If his family could acquiesce in Feng Wumian's choice at that time, wouldn't it be different?

And Feng Xi watched Feng Wuming's back disappear little by little into the white mist, and understood that grandpa had left, and it was time for her to wake up. Perhaps she understood what grandpa had left unfinished.

Just asking her to ask Qin Xiaobao about this, Feng Xi fell silent again...

"Daughter-in-law? It's almost ten o'clock."

"My son is going to eat..."

Qin Wanyu hugged Qin Xiaobao in great distress and looked at Feng Xi who was still drowsy. He didn't dare to make a loud noise but only dared to whisper softly.

And Qin Xiaobao woke up early, or he didn't sleep much at all that night. The Qingfeng people coaxed him almost all night. At dawn, he still didn't fall asleep, so he had to send Qin Xiaobao back.

"Oh...eat it!"

Feng Xi stood up in confusion, hugging the child...

After listening to the story all night, her head is now a little big.

It takes some time for my brain to accept it, but I am more worried about Qin Xiaobao's future.

If you really follow what grandpa said, then Qin Xiaobao will change his surname to Feng...

What should Qin Wanyu do?

Feng Xi lowered her head and looked at her son, who was eating delicious food, with a serious expression, which in Qin Wanyu's eyes turned into a mixture of bitterness and deep affection.