After Feng Qi and Li Fengxing sent Feng Zetian back to Feng's house, they met Hong Lang when they went out.

Hong Lang held a wine bottle in one hand and a cigar in the other, his hair was messy like weeds, and he was full of beards, looking very down and out.

Feng Qi's heart ached, and she stepped forward to pat Hong Lang's shoulder, but unexpectedly, he suddenly struck Feng Qi's heart with his palm.

Feng Qi's heart ached, she took a step back, frowned and reprimanded lightly, "Hong Lang, you don't even recognize me?"

Hong Lang raised his drunken eyes full of alcohol, and saw Feng Qi, the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered with a "clang".

"Feng Qi—"

Hong Lang howled suddenly, rushed in front of Feng Qi, hugged her, and then cried sadly like a child, "Win Yun died, it's all because I didn't listen to you back then Dead her, woo woo..."

Li Fengxing was originally very dissatisfied with him holding Feng Qi like this, but when he saw him crying sadly, he couldn't step forward to tear him away and sneer like before.

Feng Qi was a little at a loss when Hong Lang cried.

She never imagined that Hong Lang would have such a side.

Passers-by all cast surprised and contemptuous glances at them, despising such a big man as Hong Lang, who was crying with a girl in his arms, it was simply too embarrassing.

Hong Lang didn't care about other people's eyes at all.

He suppressed it for a long time.

After Yingyun's tragic death, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry all the time, as if his tears had dried up and his throat was choked.

However, the moment he saw Feng Qi, his lacrimal glands were normal, and his throat was also normal, so he didn't want to suppress it anymore, and wanted to cry happily——

Crying and crying, she realized that she was hugging Feng Qi and felt bad, so she let go of her, squatted on the ground, covered her head with her hands, buried her face in her knees, and continued to cry sadly.

Feng Qi also squatted down, reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, but didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Li Fengxing also squatted on the other side of Hong Lang.

He could feel Hong Lang's pain.

As long as he thought about losing Feng Qi, his heart felt like it was being torn apart. What's more, Hong Lang really lost his lover, and it was because of his tragic death.

A woman like Ying Yun who is as hot as the sun should have lived in this world wantonly.

Hong Lang cried until his tears dried up again and his throat became hoarse. Fang gradually stopped, and then raised his eyes. His eyes were already red and swollen...

"Brother, do you still want to drink?"

Li Fengxing raised Hong Lang up and asked.

"Don't drink anymore."

Hong Lang burst into tears, feeling much more comfortable. He wiped his tears with his hand, shook his head and said, "Tomorrow I will accompany President Zeng to practice Taoism in the mountains."

"As you are now, can you still practice Taoism?"

Li Fengxing reached out and rubbed Hong Lang's messy hair, "Why don't I take you to have a haircut first?"

"No, I will never cut my hair or shave again."

Hong Lang shook his head and said.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you back to the mountains. Anyway, I have nothing to do now."

Feng Qi said, "I haven't been back to the Taoist temple for a long time, and I miss it very much."

"I'll go as well."

Li Fengxing said hastily.

He didn't want to get together with Feng Qi just now and then separate so soon.

The days of separation are very difficult.

"Well, let's go together."

Feng Qi nodded.

Looking at the two of them, Hong Lang thought of Ying Yun again, and the tears that had dried up began to well up again...

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