Cheng Moji

There is a long-lost smile on the face of the old woman lying in the bed. When people are dying, they are always willing to choose to forget the unpleasantness and remember some innocent and happy memories. Mental power.Just like when a person is about to die, his cry is also mournful, and his words are also kind.Recalling the past scenes, what I miss the most must be the things that I can't forget.

Dongfang Ying and Feng Qiwu heard their mother-in-law suddenly shout, "Little boy, you're home!" Then a peach blossom-like smile spread across their faces.

Dongfang Ying asked: "Who is the boy?" Feng Qiwu didn't answer.

I only heard the mother-in-law continue, "Mom will cook something delicious for you when you come home." In that brisk tone, one can feel the happy atmosphere of mother and child lingering in the witch's dream, what a happy dream!

Feng Qiwu has been sitting beside Leng Xin's bed, staring at him in a serious and affectionate daze, what is in his dream?The mountain lady next door also came over and said that she would take care of the two of them and let the two girls who hadn't rested for a long time go to take a nap.Seeing that Feng Qiwu hadn't moved, Dongfang Ying got up and went to help Feng Qiwu, and then pulled her back from the dazed state. She was indeed too tired. Waiting and doing nothing was a very exhausting thing.

Feng Qiwu lay down, his thoughts were still wavering: If he wakes up, how will I face him again?After accepting the kindness of the other party's loss of life, but still unable to give him a satisfactory answer, how the two of them will get along in the future is also a problem.However, waking up is already a gift, and too many expectations will be defined as greedy and spurned by others.

Feng Qiwu has been haunted by nightmares in his previous life for a long time, and it is rare to find something to do and feel some warmth in this life. Will he be disappointed again?This kind of sadness affects the mood extremely, and the emotion infects the dream unconsciously.Even dreams are bitter, how can life be in love?Everything is like a formation of nothing, if the person you hate is still the same person, maybe you can fight openly to vent your anger and pain.But that person was also short-lived in that life, and his memory disappeared without a trace in this life.Forget, but free; remember, but feel pain.The corners of the eyes were gradually stained with tears, and they rushed straight to the face. ...

In the dream, Feng Qiwu was choking up tears alone in the cold night, and saw a white light flashing in the distance, and then saw Leng Xin woke up, walking step by step.Hastily wiped it with plain sleeves, and asked in a strong tone: "Why are you here?" But he felt that Leng Xin's steps were light, and he stepped forward step by step, without answering.When he walked up to her, Feng Qiwu's heart beat faster, and the two were very close to each other.Leng Xin took out a white silk handkerchief from her body and handed it over.The moment Feng Qiwu took the handkerchief, he suddenly lost control of his emotions. He turned and squatted down and cried with his head down. The heartache was like a volcanic eruption, and the anger couldn't be stopped, and he could only let it gushes out.A quarter of an hour passed before the crying gradually became hoarse and the sound disappeared.

After a moment of silence, Leng Xin also knelt down and took the unused silk handkerchief from her hand.Feng Qiwu raised his head unconsciously, but saw Leng Xin gently wipe away the tears for her with the silk handkerchief, gently flicking it, touching a trace of tenderness.Feng Qiwu was at a loss, and remained motionless, letting the man rub his face without feeling disgusted.This is the first time that the distance between the hearts of the two has broken through the ice, and they are within close proximity.

Suddenly waking up, Feng Qiwu saw Leng Xin sitting next to him wiping his face with a silk handkerchief, it turned out that the dream was not empty.Seeing that she had opened her eyes, Leng Xin withdrew her hand and asked softly, "Are you awake?" Looking around from the corner of her eye, she realized that it was already the second day in the dead of night, and she had been asleep for a long time, only a flickering candlelight.