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Willingness is willingness, the ring made of kraft paper bag is still too sloppy.

After Feng Qingzhu got into the car, he said to Luo Zhiwen, "I asked a designer to design a wedding ring."

It's just that it took a long time, and the remarriage was rushed, and I haven't got it yet.

Luo Zhiwen didn't care about the ring.

He held the ring made of kraft paper and looked at it all the way. When he reached the downstairs of the house, he was still reluctant to let go.

Feng Qingzhu couldn't see it, and grabbed his wrist and said, "It's not pretty."

"It's beautiful." Luo Zhiwen sniffed, leaned his head on Feng Qingzhu's shoulder, and said softly, "Brother Feng, it's been two lifetimes, and this is the first ring you gave me."

Feng Qingzhu felt a pain in his heart, and said "um" in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

"What's there to be sorry for?" He shook his head, "You didn't mean not to give me the ring... Well, it's all over, let's think about how to convince my parents."

Feng Qingzhu nodded, thinking, not only uncles and aunts, but also his own parents...

The divorce back then caused public outrage, and Feng Qingzhu's own parents didn't agree.

To put it bluntly, it is not an exaggeration to cause a situation where everyone betrays their relatives.

Feng Qingzhu opened the door with a wry smile, and heard Luo Zhiwen mumbling behind him about property, equity and so on.

"Mine is yours."

Luo Zhiwen was stunned for a while: "Brother Feng, what you said sounds nice, but it's useless if you give it to me."

He is not a businessman, and his heart is devoted to creation, even if he is given all the property of the Feng family, it is meaningless.

Feng Qingzhu stretched out his hand to support Luo Zhiwen's arm, watching him change his shoes: "Ah Wen, we can no longer hide the matter of remarriage."

Originally, Luo Zhiwen's parents were dissatisfied because of their divorce. If they remarried inexplicably, they might rush to the Civil Affairs Bureau and oppose their remarriage without the need for the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau to kill them at home.

Luo Zhiwen's thoughts coincided with Feng Qingzhu's: "Do you have time tomorrow? Let's go home."

"Okay, you wait for me at home, I will come back to pick you up after get off work."

They agreed on a time and started working on their own.

Luo Zhiwen had already written more than half of the lyrics for the ending song of the movie with the main theme. He first sent it to Han Qianshan for a look, and after making sure that there was no problem with the style, he finally wrote a few sentences at the end.

He put on the earphones, endlessly repeating the melody that he had already memorized by heart, and what appeared in his mind was still the picture of his previous life.

Luo Zhiwen's memory slowly recovered.

He remembered his previous life, when he stood in front of Feng Qingzhu's rotten coffin and confronted Chen Beidou.

He doesn't remember exactly what he said, but he remembers the smell of the wind.

Corruption, stench...

Not a single smell could be associated with his brother Feng.

In Ah Wen's eyes, Feng Qingzhu is always cold and noble, even if his arm was injured back then, it was still a breeze.

How could such a person die?

How could it be... rotten?

Luo Zhiwen covered his head abruptly, curled up in the seat, and it took a long while to get out of the memories.

He got up and ran into the bedroom, threw himself into Feng Qingzhu's arms, and knocked off the tablet in the man's hand.

Feng Qingzhu, who was having a video conference, was slightly stunned: "Ah Wen..."

Luo Zhiwen buried his head in Feng Qingzhu's neck: "Brother Feng, I miss you."

"I am here."

"I still want to."

"Then I go out to accompany you?"

"Okay." Luo Zhiwen was happy again, got up from Feng Qingzhu's arms, saw the tablet dropped under the bed, bent down to pick it up, and stared at five or six people on the screen.

He choked: "Brother Feng, are you...in a meeting?"

Feng Qingzhu took the tablet calmly, and tapped it a few times: "Well, what's wrong?"

"Did they all hear what I just said?"

Feng Qingzhu raised the corners of his lips and nodded: "I can hear it now."

Luo Zhiwen covered his face and ran out of the bedroom, buried his face in his arms, and it took him a while to cool down.

Feng Qingzhu who was in the bedroom laughed softly.

The people on the other side of the screen had their teeth sore, and their eyes and noses were watching their hearts. Just as they got ready to continue the meeting, they heard Feng Qingzhu say, "Come here today. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"..."

Feng Qingzhu put down the tablet, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and felt that Luo Zhiwen must have remembered the past when he suddenly ran into the room.

The man sighed faintly.

Regarding the past life, sometimes Feng Qingzhu hoped that Luo Zhiwen would remember, and sometimes he didn't want him to remember.

Life and death are secondary.

He vaguely remembered that in his previous life, in the last few seconds of his life, what he thought of was not revenge, but Ah Wen.

——The promise I made to Ah Wen will never be fulfilled after all...

Feng Qingzhu shook his head with a wry smile. After his death, he turned into a ghost and wandered around the world. He watched Ah Wen put on his wedding dress with his own eyes. In order to get revenge, he committed himself to Chen Beidou.

From the perspective of a bystander, his teeth are about to crack, but what about Ah Wen who has really experienced all this?

After his Ah Wen recalled this past, he didn't make a fuss or collapse, but just ran into his arms to rub against him, seeking comfort.

His Ah Wen is too obedient.

Feng Qingzhu was so obedient, he didn't know how to treat him well.

Feng Qingzhu walked to the living room, and hugged Luo Zhiwen from behind.

"Brother Feng?" He just regained his composure, and was still a little uncomfortable.

"Well, how do you tell your parents tomorrow? Have you thought about it?" Feng Qingzhu changed the subject.

Luo Zhiwen snorted coldly: "No."

"Then let me say it." Feng Qingzhu's kiss landed on the back of his neck.

They all thought that there would be a "tough battle" to be fought tomorrow, but they didn't know that what was waiting was a big fire.