Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

"Since you have already left, what are you doing when you come back?"

It wasn't a question, and there wasn't any extra emotion. Except for the indifferent and distant tone and the calm and low voice, it was indistinguishable from the mechanical sound set by the program.

Feng Qitong's facial expression and even his body were stiff, he wanted to look back, but he didn't dare to look back.

He was afraid that this was a dream that he had had for too long, or it was just an auditory hallucination that he had thought about day and night.

This kind of thing...is not unheard of.

After a while, the voice sounded again.

"Old friend, your tea is still the same as it used to be."

It's him... it's really him!

For a moment, all the blood filled the brain, causing Feng Qitong to turn around violently.

His eye sockets trembled uncontrollably, and he used his eyes almost greedily to describe the face that he was thinking about day and night.

In the shadows, a man dressed in black sat there, his long jet-black hair was tied behind him, placed in front of him, and hung down his waist.

She has a face similar to Nan Jing's, but has a completely different temperament.

There is a coldness in the eyebrows, not a deliberate coldness, but an innate coldness that is carved in the bones.

There are lights in the house, but the lights seem to be unable to illuminate him, giving people the illusion of being hidden in the dark.

Feng Qitong took a step back, not daring to make a sound to break this scene that Rao had never seen in a dream.

He covered his mouth, his legs were a little weak.

A pair of cold eyes that seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles, stopped for a short second on Feng Qitong's clothes, and then closed them again.

Smart One was lying on the stairs outside the door, not even daring to say a word.

Feng Changmo put a phoenix-feather-shaped red jade beside the cup in his hand, stood up, his stern gaze stayed on Feng Qitong's face for a while.

I haven't seen him for many years, and there is not much difference except that he has lost some.

Feng Changmo had no intention of reminiscing about the past, and cut to the chase: "Nanjing has only two ways, leave His Highness Landis, or die. You still have a month to think about it."

He never talks nonsense, and he never... talks too much with people who have nothing to do with him.

From the time he entered the doorway to step out of the room, Feng Changmo said a total of three sentences.

However, in these three sentences, every word was like an awl, hitting Feng Qitong's heart cruelly, the pain was so painful that he almost threw away his armor.

He is leaving!

Never imagined that they would meet under such circumstances, which made Feng Qitong at a loss and messed up.

Almost at the same time that Feng Changmo stepped out of the door with his right foot, Feng Qitong finally moved his stiff body, rushed over from behind, and hugged the man tightly with open arms.

"Changmo, Changmo, Momo..."

Feng Qitong's voice choked out of control.

He always thought that he was complaining about the man who gave up on him.

However, all the resentment had disappeared the moment he saw this person. Under the huge shock, all he could feel was remorse and pain.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

He said sorry over and over until his voice became hoarse.

Feng Changmo indifferently looked at the pair of plain hands embracing him, and waited until Feng Qitong's voice subsided and his emotions were no longer so agitated, then he raised his arms, ready to push him away.

It's a pity that Feng Qitong hugged her so tightly that he couldn't break free.

The fingers deftly pressed the joints twice, and the severe pain and numbness caused the hands to drop unconsciously.

Feng Changmo took a small step forward and distanced himself from him.

Feng Qitong looked at Feng Changmo blankly, as if something had blocked her throat, and took another step forward, raising her hand, trying to grab something.

The lights dimmed suddenly, leaving only mottled silhouettes on the wall.

He is refusing my touch!

This realization made Feng Qitong panic for a while.

The footsteps that are not light or heavy, and the steps that are not hurried or slow, echo clearly and orderly in the empty corridor.

Feng Qitong's eyes were stained with sadness, he bit his lower lip hard, until the smell of blood filled his mouth, and then he pulled back the action he should have.

He stood at the stairs, looking at the figure who was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs with pain in his eyes.

The unexpected appearance caught him off guard, and he just wanted to use his intuition to keep him.

Taking a deep breath, almost choking in the trachea, Feng Qitong frowned and closed her eyes, and took a breath after a while.

After dealing with the chaos at first, his heart has gradually stabilized and he has come alive.

"Changmo, what are you doing here?"

Smart No. [-] was very safe and honest, secretly flapped its small wings and flew up, lay on the shoulder of its other owner, and carefully kissed Feng Changmo on the side of the cheek.

Feng Changmo just glanced at it lightly, pulled Smart One down, bent down and put it on the floor.

Smart No. [-] was a little sad, hooked and sealed Changmo's sleeve with its little paws, but didn't hook it because the fabric was too slippery, pouted dejectedly, and sat on the ground dejected.

In the past, although Feng Changmo always preferred it to get close to him, he did not want it to get close to Feng Qitong every day.

To be honest, it actually likes this master very much.

Feng Changmo stopped and stood, his voice neither high nor low, neither hurried nor slow.

"You gave birth to two children for me. I will never forget the credit, hard work and kindness."

Feng Qitong walked down from the top, watching his back getting closer, suppressing the tumbling emotions.

He stared at the tall and lonely figure, collected himself, and asked, "Why do you say such things?"

"I came to you today to make a settlement."

Feng Changmo seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and his attitude was unusually cold.

Finished?

He stretched out half of his arm and froze a few centimeters away from Feng Changmo.

Feng Changmo continued: "A perfect lie that satisfies you, can it make up for what I owe you?"

Feng Qitong took two steps back, bumped his hind foot on the stairs, lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

Is this going to end with him completely!

He waited for so many years, fantasized in his heart for so long, and when he settled the Jing'er matter, he stood in front of Feng Changmo and told him that he had never left, and that he missed him every minute and every second. ...

However, from the beginning to the end, he never considered whether Feng Changmo would stop loving him!

Feng Qitong turned her eyes cold, raised her chin slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I don't agree."

Feng Changmo still looked indifferent, and said: "Then, are you willing to tell Nan Jing the truth of the year, let him hate you and resent you, in exchange for the last trace of my bond with you?"

Feng Qitong tasted blood.

So bitter.

No.

Sighing endlessly, Feng Qitong folded his arms and lowered his eyes, focusing on the floor.

He whispered, "I've already lost one child, don't let me lose another one."

When he saw Feng Jianli, he knew that this child must hate this selfish father who abandoned the family.

He will never forget the pitiful look of that little doll crying and pulling his trouser legs when he left, crying "Dad, don't go, don't leave the baby behind".

The moment he left heartlessly, he had already lost Feng Jianli.

Feng Jianli didn't call her by that name at the beginning.

Gradually leave, gradually leave.

Like a curse, every time he heard this name, he felt a heart-wrenching pain and regret.

This was clearly accusing him of being ruthless and cold-blooded—he gradually left, further and further away, and finally had nothing left.

And earlier, when his filthy world was completely exposed to Feng Changmo, he already understood that he was no longer worthy of love.

The people he cared about the most left his world one after another.

He is not homeless, but has a home and cannot return.

On Feng Changmo's expressionless face, there was a little sarcasm.

"People are always responsible for their own mistakes. When you choose to leave Xiaoli behind, you should be able to foresee the ending."

Feng Qitong's lips trembled, her eyes were a little moist.

He wanted to remove all disguises and show all his fragility to the man in front of him.

But he can't.

Once lost, once indulged, he will never stand up again.

"I only want Jing'er, I only want Jing'er to live happily in this life... There are already too many people who hate me in this world, and I don't have much to lose... Don't let him hate me..."

No matter how much psychological construction he did, Feng Qitong still couldn't help sobbing and knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and wept uncontrollably.

A father, no matter how strong his heart is, will always be extremely soft when it comes to his children.

Hearing the sound of crying, Feng Changmo turned around and squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his fingertips, and wiped away the tears of the man who was crying like a child.

Very calm.