Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Seeing that Feng Changmo, who had finally suffered a psychological shock, was going to be black-faced, Feng Qitong didn't dare to play anymore, and finally calmed down.

The two were suspended in the air, embracing at close range, and could only feel each other's rapid breathing.

Leaning on Feng Changmo's shoulder, Feng Qitong said softly: "I made a bet with myself. I planned to wait for you at the bottom of this cliff until dawn. If you come down before dawn, I will find someone to clear your memory , to be with you again."

Feng Changmo gave him a non-threatening look, and had nothing to say about the man in his arms who used all means to achieve his goals.

Feng Qitong smiled, and there was some sadness in her bright black eyes.

He lowered his head, with endless grievances in his voice: "If... If you don't come down, it means that you are indifferent to me. Then from now on, I will never appear in your presence again in heaven and earth In front of you, just think I'm really dead."

The arms around him tightened suddenly, and Feng Changmo recalled his actions and words and deeds after reuniting with Feng Qitong, which could only be turned into a heavy sigh.

At this moment, he can no longer treat the person in his arms with cold words, a heart that has been frozen for a long time, soft and messy.

Pressing against Feng Qitong's forehead, Feng Changmo kissed the tip of his nose, and said distressedly: "I will come down, I will definitely come down. Feng'er, believe it or not, I never intend to let you alone return."

He could indeed leave Feng Qitong out of his own world, and even speak ill at him, but he simply couldn't accept this person named "Feng Qitong" to leave this world.

"I believe it, how could I not believe it! I just can't imagine that you are willing to be with me..."

Feng Qitong couldn't continue, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

When he left the cliff, he was still wondering how long he would wait under the cliff, and he was even prepared to leave this plane and never come back.

But I never expected that the man who kept saying that he would marry someone else if he didn't love him didn't even give him time to think, and jumped down directly.

The shock of that moment is indescribable in all words.

As Feng Qitong who knew everything under the cliff well, he knew that he would not be in any danger.

But what about Changmo?

Careful, always cautious, will never do anything until he finds the best solution. The imperial marshal who is never emotional, he doesn't know whether the bottom is a dragon pool or a tiger's den, whether he will be thrown to death or given to him by the monsters kept in the valley. Bite into pieces.

But Feng Changmo used the most primitive, stupidest, most impossible method, which no normal person would use, to get down without any fanfare, without even looking for a foothold.

Feng Qitong felt sweet and heartwarming, if he hadn't known that this place could be levitated, if he hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands to pull Feng Changmo to his side, this living person would have turned into a puddle of flesh.

Saying a hundred sentences is not as convincing as doing one thing.

"I once said, as long as you don't leave me, I will never leave you."

Feng Changmo softened his facial expression, and gently wiped away a drop of water from the corner of Feng Qitong's eye.

It has always been Feng Qitong who comes and goes like the wind, making him unable to grasp or hold on.

He sighed slightly, lowering his eyes to hide the sadness in it.

"I don't want to be with you because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you're just a whim, but... I don't know when you will get tired of the boring life day after day and go after the freedom you long for... ...When you were with me, you always had the idea of ​​returning to your hometown one day, if one day you left, what should I do?"

The time after Feng Qitong left seemed so long and cruel, so long that before the emotional deprivation experiment, Feng Changmo didn't know how he spent those monotonous and colorless days.

How can you not hate?

He has been looking for Feng Qitong for a long time, but there is no trace of him. Every night, he sits beside Feng Jianli's small bed and suffers from insomnia. He sits there all night.

He used work to numb himself, but later found that it was useless, so he kept applying to other planets to perform various most dangerous tasks in order to escape from the home full of Fengqitong's atmosphere.

Frustrated in love, proud in officialdom.

His military achievements continued to accumulate, reaching a terrifying value, enough to make him the first general in the empire to jump three levels in a row.

Feng Changmo was unaware of this, and still chose the most difficult tasks to carry out, even if his life was on the line.

Until later, one day suddenly, the servant at home told him who returned from the mission full of worry, "You should go home and have a look when you have time, the young master doesn't seem right."

From that day on, Feng Changmo, who didn't have much experience as a father, noticed that in the short period of one or two years since he left home, the child who used to smile and his eyes were like crescent moons, let alone smiled at him, even smiled. I don't want to say more.

The solitary thin and small body looked even more pitiful in the huge courtyard, making Feng Changmo's heart ache and his eyes warm.

How long had it been since he had had a good look at his children?

"Baby."

After seeing Feng Changmo, Feng Jianli just yelled "Father" stiffly, and then, like a delicate and beautiful robot, repeated the movements assigned by his family's ancient martial arts teacher, punching and punching on the iron stake, Looking back at Feng Changmo.

The immature little hand was bleeding, and he continued to practice again and again as if he didn't feel it.

Children are innocent and they should not be treated unfairly.

But more often, because of the fault of adults, the pain that children suffer is more profound and cruel than anyone else.

Feng Changmo will never forget that day when he squatted next to the child who was not even as high as his thigh, took his bloody little hand, and asked him why he worked so hard, the answer Feng Jianli gave him was——

"I have to become strong so that I won't be bullied."

He said: "Is someone bullying you? Who is bullying my baby?"

Feng Jianli lowered his head and remained silent.

Feng Changmo asked patiently: "The butler grandpa said that the baby hasn't gone to school for a month. Does the baby not like being with friends?"

Feng Jianli's big black eyes were full of childishness but also a sadness that didn't match his age, and he was silent for a while.

Then he said with indifference that didn't match his age, "I don't want to be friends with them. They always laugh at me for not having a father, and even my father doesn't want to see me."

The indifferent little face was still broken by sadness, Xiao Feng Jianli lowered his head, sniffed his nose, rubbed his eyes and said, "No one will protect me, and no one likes to play with me."

That day, Feng Changmo hugged the child's young and soft body, weeping uncontrollably.

After Feng Qitong left, this was the first and only time he cried.

Feng Jianli was also crying, sobbing and asking Feng Changmo, did my father really not want me anymore?Father, don't you just want Dad not to leave?

Since then, Feng Jianli has never been to the Imperial Junior Military Academy where children from noble families gather, but was sent to the palace to become little Lantis' companion.

Although little Landis was well-bred in his bones, he would never laugh at Feng Jianli because of his parents, and even became best friends with him, but Feng Jianli's character will never be the same as before when Feng Qitong was still there. When she was young, she was innocent and carefree, soft and cute.

And Feng Changmo also came to his senses, and withdrew all the spies he sent out to look for Feng Qitong. From then on, he never said anything about this person, only treating him as if he was no longer alive.

In fact, that's what he declared to the outside world.

Feng Qitong, in the eyes of others, had already passed away at a young age.

Slowly, the extreme yearning accumulated into hatred, and when this hatred had already dominated Feng Changmo's emotions, he finally couldn't bear to shut the redundant emotions belonging to "love" in a door .

Over the years, he would occasionally think of the man who left him two children, and his mood was as calm as stagnant water without waves.

He just wanted to ask-

"Why did you leave me?"

How can you bear it?

Feng Qitong pulled him to sit on a large boulder suspended in mid-air, and after a long time, he hugged Feng Changmo distressedly, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry."

"But Feng'er, I don't want to hear you say sorry."

Feng Changmo was a little depressed. He took out a photo from his pocket. The corners had turned yellow. On it was a family portrait. Feng Qitong's bloated waist.

The smile above burned Feng Qitong's eyes.

Regret, self-blame, and deep pain rushed out of Feng Mou at the same time, giving him the urge to cry bitterly.

However, after such a long time, those emotions had already penetrated deep into Feng Qitong's bones, and it was difficult to even vent them out.

Taking the photo with trembling fingers, Feng Qitong closed his eyes and stuck the photo to his heart.

What Feng Changmo wanted was nothing more than an explanation that would allow him to let go of his hatred completely - an explanation that he should have told him 18 years ago.

Why did you have to haggle over every detail with a 20-year-old kid?

Why can't you tolerate a grain of sand in your eyes and be so proud that you can't bear it?

Feng Qitong thought, if he could have trusted Feng Changmo more in those days, maybe there would not have been the separation and torture that lasted for 18 years?