golden wings

"How is it, does it suit your appetite?" Feng Chengya looked at Feng Chengyi's appetite, which seemed to be good.

"Well, it's hard to imagine that there are such delicious side dishes in such a remote place." Today, Fengchengyi has a particularly good appetite and eats with great relish.

"That's because the food you usually eat is so good." Fengcheng Yiya pointed out bluntly, of course, only Fengchengya dared to say this to Fengchengyi here.

Feng Chengyi shrugged his shoulders and did not deny that it was not that he ate too well, but that the two in his family were too particular, one was Feng Chengyu, and the other was of course Kajie.

After a good meal, everyone went back to their rooms. The room was a two-bed suite, which was fairly clean. Feng Chengyi slept in his clothes all night, and he was not used to sharing the same room with others, let alone sleeping with his clothes off.

Maupassant also knew that Feng Chengyi was uncomfortable, so he slept quite nervously.

It was only a little light the next day, and Feng Chengyi and Maupassant woke up. The air in the morning was particularly refreshing. Although it was very cold outside, Feng Chengyi felt that his whole body was full of heat.

It was already seven o'clock in the morning when Feng Chengya and Ming Yin got up, and Feng Chengya was still in a hazy state. If it wasn't for Ming Yin who dragged him out of bed, one could imagine that he was still dreaming.

It may be because of the village. The villagers got up early in the morning, and some of them came back from hunting wild boars.

"Morning." Feng Chengya walked out of the hotel and came to Feng Chengyi who was blowing cold wind outside.

Feng Chengya looked at Feng Chengyi strangely, it was obviously very cold, why his face was so rosy, could it be because he had a fever, just thinking about it, Feng Chengya's hand touched Feng Chengyi's forehead .

A light breeze blew past, Feng Chengyi's body was already a few meters away, Ming Yi and Maupassant who had just walked out of the door looked at this scene in surprise.

Even if Feng Chengyi would subconsciously avoid it, he wouldn't avoid it so far.

It was only then that Maupassant discovered Feng Chengyi's hidden secrets. He always knew that Feng Chengyi was extraordinary, but he never thought that his skills would be so good. No wonder he looked at those bodyguards arrogantly on the streets of Manhattan for the first time. Said: If you can stop me a step, I will apologize to you.

He didn't even know when he made this action, so how could he prevent it.

Although Feng Chengya and Ming Yin were surprised by Feng Chengyi's actions, they only passed by in a flash. After all, he was the heir of the Feng Cheng family. Besides, that golden single wing had been staying on their side that night nine years ago. in mind.

There was a flash of doubt in Feng Chengyi's eyes. Although he simply avoided it just now, it was definitely not his action to avoid it so far. Except for Feng Chengyu, although he is not used to it and does not like it However, it is acceptable within his rational range, but today's behavior has exceeded his own range of motion, almost subconsciously, as if someone controlled his motion, and that force is distributed along his stomach The opening was gentle, but it didn't mean to hurt him, on the contrary, it protected him even better.

But Feng Chengyi was Feng Chengyi, and quickly put the question in his heart, Feng Chengyi knew that there was only one person in this world who could answer this question, and that man should be sleeping deeply with his pillow in his arms.

"Sorry." Feng Chengyi looked at Feng Chengya with some embarrassment.

When Feng Chengya raised her hand and was about to pat Feng Chengyi's shoulder to express her understanding, she looked at her hand in mid-air and put it down: "It's okay, I know you have a cleanliness."

Cleanliness?

Feng Chengyi doesn't seem to like these two words.

The four of them set off after eating breakfast. Originally, Maupassant planned to buy some simple dry food, but Feng Chengya said no, and he could get to Nuo Dehua before noon, so Maupassant didn't buy any.

Walking out of the hotel, there is another jungle outside. Occasionally, you can see a stream with flowing water, and the stream is exceptionally clean.

After walking for an hour, everyone felt a little tired, so they decided to sit down on one side. As long as Feng Chengyi stood by the stream, he didn't understand why he didn't feel tired at all. Every wind blowing over his face They are all gentle, just like the stream water is obviously cold now, but when his hand touches it, there is a stream of heat from a hot spring.

This feeling has never been felt before, as if the five elements of nature are changing automatically. He thinks he has no such ability to change all of this, but there is an indescribable doubt about all of this.

After resting for a while, everyone continued on their way.

Feng Chengya couldn't help shouting: "It would be great if there was something that could give us a ride."

After listening to his words, Feng Chengyi couldn't help but think that the journey was really tiring, and then he was thinking about it, and suddenly the originally calm jungle slowly blew a fine wind, the wind was very small and very strong. Warmth wrapped the four of them together, and then their bodies rose into the air and passed through the woods.

"Oh my god, what's going on? Ah..." Feng Chengya yelled.

Maupassant had never encountered such a thing, not to mention his nervousness, Ming Yin's brows were tightly furrowed, even though he tried his best to keep calm, fine sweat still fell from his forehead.

Hehe...

Suddenly Feng Chengyi heard a slight laugh, a very clear and tender voice, that sound seemed to come from his body.

Is it an illusion, Feng Chengyi thought so, but

Hehe...

The voice came again.

"It's you, can you hear my heart?" Feng Chengyi didn't speak, thinking in his heart, originally he was holding the idea of ​​giving it a try, but he didn't expect that laughter to come out again, it was very brisk, bringing With a child's waywardness.

Hehe...

"Then let the wind stop, okay?" Feng Chengyi once again held the thought of giving it a try.

However, what surprised him even more was that the wind really stopped slowly, and their bodies that were originally in midair also touched the ground.

This is?

Feng Chengya, Ming Yin, and Maupassant all focused their gazes on Feng Chengyi, almost in unison, because they knew that if there was an explanation for these weird phenomena, then only him.

Feng Chengyi smiled innocently: "Actually, I don't know either."

Feng Chengyi didn't lie, because he really didn't know, but he knew, and he was very sure of this, that is, there seemed to be another person living in his body.

Feng Chengyi buried her doubts in her heart and continued to move forward with everyone.

After walking for a while, they saw a wooden one-story house with a Japanese-style room.

"It's here." Feng Chengya pointed to the wooden house in front and said.

The outside of the wooden house is surrounded by saplings, and the middle of the saplings is a wooden door.When Maupassant was about to say hello, Feng Chengyi rejected him. Feng Chengyi glanced at Feng Chengya and motioned him to come forward.

Feng Chengya held back her mouth because Feng Chengyi was smart, he wanted to read Maupassant's jokes.

Nuo Dehua lives alone in this mountain forest, so it is no ordinary person who has the courage to know what these saplings can prevent.

Feng Chengya took out a palm-sized computer from Ming Yin's bag.As soon as the palm computer was turned on, numerous programs appeared in it, and Feng Chengya quickly typed on the computer with one hand.

What came out was a satellite scan. If I hadn't seen Maupassant with my own eyes, I would never believe that such a small computer can perform to such a degree. This person is indeed a treasure of MIT.

However, Feng Chengya's computer is not as simple as everyone imagined. After about 10 minutes, Feng Chengya's palms began to overflow with sweat. It seems that going through this door is not as simple as everyone imagined.

With a "snap", Feng Chengya closed the computer, and yelled angrily into the wooden house: "Damn boy, you know that your old classmate is here, and you still don't open the door for me."

One hand is never as fast as two hands. Feng Chengya just took out the computer just to test whether there is anyone in it. Sure enough, as soon as the computer was connected to the network inside, it was ejected by the forced defense program. After 10 In the fierce battle of [-] minutes, Feng Chengya lost because the speed with one hand was not fast enough.

The wooden door opened automatically.

"Don't underestimate this door, once you accidentally touch any program inside, you don't know how to die." Feng Chengya reminded Maupassant.

"Did you ask me to open the door on purpose just now?" Maupassant was a little scared, this man is too good at playing.

"That's right, if there is no one here, then naturally nothing will happen, and if the kid is really inside, nothing will happen, because if he is really there, he was killed by a man when we entered the vicinity." The invisible camera caught it, so he naturally knew that his old classmate was here—he was here." Feng Chengya said while patting Maupassant's shoulder to express his comfort.

A very young man walked out of the door of the wooden house, he should be only in his early twenties.

The man's body is very thin, only about 170 centimeters. American men are rarely so petite. His short black hair and hazel eyes look very clean.

The man was quite excited when he saw Feng Chengya.

"Boy, you've grown up so much." Feng Chengya went over and tapped Nuo Dehua's shoulder politely.

Nuo Dehua also knocked Feng Chengya's shoulder back unceremoniously, this is the friendship between men, even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, the friendship between them will not be dull because of this.

Nuo Dehua invited Feng Chengyi and the others into the wooden house, and made Feng Chengyi and the others strange that the facilities inside were very Japanese.

Probably seeing their doubts, Nuo Dehua said with a smile: "I am a Japanese-American mixed race. My mother is Japanese and my father is American. They moved back to Japan two years ago to settle down."

Nuo Dehua is a very generous person, as can be seen from the expression on his face when he came out to greet Feng Chengya just now.

"Everyone sit down. The things here are relatively light. If you don't mind, the tea is fine. The tea here is not available in ordinary places."

Everyone lowered their heads and nodded, men are not so particular, except of course the man from Fengcheng Yi's family.

"Aya, won't you introduce me?" Nuo Dehua's name for Feng Chengya surprised Feng Chengyi and the others. Feng Chengya always felt that her name was too feminine.

The corners of Feng Chengya's mouth twitched a little. There was no way that the Chinese words were more convoluted, and the word "Ya" was easier to read. Feng Chengya had corrected this topic more than once when she was at MIT, but Nuo Dehua said it was Ah Ya is more intimate, and Feng Chengya got used to it over time, but it's still a little embarrassing to be heard by so many people suddenly today.

"This is my nephew—Feng Chengyi." Feng Chengya pointed to Feng Chengyi and introduced, "Actually, the person who is coming to you today is not me, but him."

Feng Chengya's introduction surprised Nuo Dehua, and he turned his eyes to Feng Chengyi. The first impression of this young man is that he is beautiful, so beautiful. Nuo Dehua has actually been paying attention to him since he came in just now. There is a gentle temperament in those elegant eyes. Even if he sits so casually, people can see his good self-cultivation and holy nobility. This young man is not ordinary, just like a beautiful and seductive rose, a beauty in beauty With thorns, not ordinary people can have them.

"The person standing next to him is his assistant - Maupassant." Feng Chengya pointed to Maupassant and introduced.

In fact, this person does not need to be introduced by Feng Chengya to know Nuo Dehua. In the United States, as famous as the Youn family is, so is the assistant of the head of the Youn family. It doesn't mean he doesn't watch the news.It's just that the assistant of the former patriarch of the Youen family has become the assistant of this young man, which is a bit puzzling.

"Because I am the current patriarch of the Youn family." Feng Chengyi's voice sounded from the side.

Nuo Dehua looked back, this young man is actually the current patriarch of the Youn family, those clear golden eyes seem to be able to see through anyone's heart, those eyes have a very magical light, the heart bursts, it is kind, very kind The light, watched so quietly by those eyes, seemed to be surrounded by a piece of warm sunlight.

Nuo Dehua felt unbelievable, everyone said that maternal love is great, kind, and can melt all the darkness in the world, why would he be touched by such a light in such a young man.

"This is Ming Yin—my lover." When Feng Chengya mentioned Ming Yin, she paused for a moment, and looked at Ming Yin with her nimble eyes, with determination and firmness. This is unacceptable homosexuality.

However, what Nuo Dehua realized was beyond Feng Chengya's expectation: "It turned out to be him."

Ming Yin was a little curious: "You know me?"

Nuo Dehua smiled and shook his head: "I don't know you, but when I was at MIT... woo woo..." Then Fengcheng Yameng who rushed up blocked his mouth.

"Boy, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Feng Chengya threatened fiercely.

Ming Yin looked at Feng Chengya who was blushing, and there was tenderness in his always indifferent eyes. In fact, he didn't need Nuo Dehua to say that he knew that they were not together back then. What he said about him in Li was definitely not a nice thing to say.

Feng Chengyi watched everything between Feng Chengya and Ming Yin quietly from the beginning to the end, and suddenly felt a little sore in her heart.

He got up and walked out the door, looking at the bare trees around him, he liked the quietness and leisure here very much, just like walking in the sea of ​​flowers in Provence with Feng Chengyu during this summer vacation.

The sunset at that time was very beautiful, and the two walked the entire lavender grassland holding hands.

Purple is always the most romantic color, because it gives him too many beautiful memories.

He touched his stomach unconsciously with his hands, and even he himself didn't notice his unconscious movements. At this moment, he suddenly missed Feng Chengyu, really wanted... really wanted...

Maupassant followed Feng Chengyi out and stood at the door without disturbing him. Seeing Feng Chengyi looking up at the sky, he knew that Feng Chengyi was thinking about that man through the sky.

Sometimes even he himself finds it strange that after just a few days, he always seems to be watching Feng Chengyi's every move from a remote corner.

He has never discovered that watching someone's back quietly in the corner can be so happy and fulfilling.

Feng Chengyi turned her head, felt Maupassant's gaze, and just smiled faintly.

Let Maupassant's heart never come back.

Maupassant walked over and stood beside Feng Chengyi: "Is Master Yi's stomach uncomfortable?"

Ok?

Feng Chengyi was taken aback, not understanding what Maupassant meant. Maupassant smiled and said, "Maybe I was thinking too much. Since I came out yesterday morning, Young Master Yi has been rubbing his stomach unconsciously, just like sleeping last night. I noticed that Young Master Yi is always careful with his stomach." Maupassant finished speaking when he found Feng Chengyi looking at him in surprise.

Immediately, I felt that I had slipped my words, and my resolute face flushed a little: "Master Yi, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, it's just...just..."

"You just said that I always rub my stomach unconsciously?" Feng Chengyi didn't listen to Maupassant's words completely, what he heard was Maupassant's saying that he always rubbed his stomach unconsciously.

Although Maupassant was a little puzzled by Feng Chengyi's question, he still nodded.

Yes, after Maupassant's reminder, Feng Chengyi suddenly realized that when he was sad yesterday, it was the discomfort coming from his stomach, and the laughter he heard today was also coming from his stomach, and then he felt the warmth of the stream. Heat, in fact, is not the warmth of the stream, just like feeling the warm wind, nor is it the warmth of the wind itself.

It's that those sensations are all passed through the stomach to tell him that these touched tactile sensations.

Unknowingly touching his stomach with his hand again, he suddenly had a subtle thought in his heart that it wasn't his body that lived in another person, but another person lived in his stomach.

Then I couldn't help shaking my head and chuckling, he is a man, how could such a thing be possible.