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After that phone call, Feng Jiuwang drove home for two and a half hours.

There was only the nanny at home, Feng Yue went to the dance class and hadn't finished class, Feng Chen and Chen Fangmei were not at home either.

Putting the luggage together, sitting on the bed, the nanny knocked on the door after a while, saying that she was going to pick up Feng Yue, and asked Feng Jiuwang if he wanted to go with him.

The nanny didn't expect Feng Jiuwang to respond.The eldest son of the Feng family stays away from home all the year round, and has a difficult relationship with his father, not to mention his later stepmother.The way this family got along was weird, and she could see it clearly from the sidelines.

In the end, Feng Jiuwang really agreed, and stood up with a step forward, "Then let's go."

He passed the nanny and walked out of the house, leaving only a straight back.

The nanny came on time today, the dance class had just ended, and she was already waiting under the big tree fixed outside the gate.

A group of children crowded towards the door at the same time, and for a while they couldn't tell who was who.

Feng Yue seemed to be in a good mood, and shouted loudly while running: "Mother Xing! I'm here!"

The nanny saw her and said with a smile, "Slow down, don't worry, see who's coming."

Before Feng Yue saw anyone, she guessed first: "My mother came with you?"

The nanny shook her head and pointed across the street: "Look for yourself."

Feng Juwang was standing next to the small shop, looking at the various toys hanging on the door.

"Why is he here?!"

The nanny patted the child on the head and said, "Are you unhappy that your brother is here?"

Feng Yue curled her lips: "Is he here to pick me up or to see the toys?"

"Then you called him, didn't he hear it? I came here with your brother today and didn't even have time to go shopping. I have to go to the supermarket in a while. You and your brother go home first."

Feng Yue shouted across the road: "Feng Jiuwang!"

"Hey! You child...!"

Over there, Feng Juwang turned his head and walked towards the road, "This place is still the same as before. The shops haven't changed much, but the things sold inside have changed a lot." He didn't know how to play some things.

"How do you know?" Feng Yue asked.

Feng Ju looked into the street and pointed, "My old primary school."

The Children's Palace where Feng Yue lives is a street with the most students. There are not only elementary schools but also junior high schools. The road is full of fast food restaurants, stationery stores and book stalls.It's just that it's a holiday now, and there are not many people coming and going. At this time, there are students wearing school uniforms everywhere.

"Why don't you call him brother?" Feng Juwang asked casually, it didn't matter what Feng Yue called him, seeing the little girl staring at him with round eyes, couldn't help teasing her.

Feng Yue got angry out of her nose, and was patted on the back by the nanny, discouraged again, and asked dryly, "Why are you here?"

Feng Juwang picked up those unpleasant words and said, "Too bored to come and see how happy you are in extracurricular classes."

Feng Yue was really angry, and only left Feng Jiu to look at the back of his head, and led the nanny forward.

At the intersection, the nanny said: "Yueyue, I have to go shopping, you and your brother go home first."

Feng Yue stood still, and the nanny walked to the right, leaving only her and Feng Jiuwang.

"...my mother has been thinking about you these days."

Feng Yue's voice elongated slightly.

She is only in the second grade, but she is very precocious, and she can understand some things. She has a very thin blood relationship with Feng Jiuwang, but Feng Jiuwang and her mother do not.

Feng Jiu looked at her.

Feng Yue lowered her head again, "She probably... misses you a lot, and so does Dad."

"The truth?" Feng Jiuwang asked.

Feng Yue didn't expect that he would embarrass her. When she asked such a question, no one would teach her how to answer it, so she got stuck for a while.

"Who taught you to speak? Your mother?"

Feng Yue pursed her lips.

The number of people at the station gradually increased, and there was an illusion of warmth when squeezed together.Of course it was an illusion, Feng Yue's feet and hands were still cold.

Feng Juwang lowered his eyes to see the girl curling her hands up in embarrassment.

Maybe it should be done in a more gentle way.

He's not good at it, but Yu must still know how to do it.

Feng Jiuwang said: "If you don't want to say it, remember to reject her."

Feng Yue raised her face: "...how can I refuse?"

Feng Jiuwang thought for a while, and said another way: "I'll talk to her."

Feng Yue was startled.

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Knowing that Feng Juwang was going home today, Chen Fangmei came back early. At half past five, the nanny was still busy cooking in the kitchen, and there was a sound in the hallway.

The woman stepped on her high-heeled shoes a few times, and before taking off her shoes, she greeted the room: "Wang Wang is back?"

This title again.

Feng Yue glanced at Feng Jiuwang who was sitting beside her watching cartoons, "My mother called you."

The nanny left after cooking, leaving a table of three awkwardly facing each other.The meal was eaten very slowly, and Chen Fangmei had to ask a question before she had eaten a few bites, asking about the recent situation, asking about her studies, and even asking about Yu Huan.

"How is your rather young teacher?"

Feng Juwang stopped his chopsticks and finally gave a decent answer.

"Aunt Chen, let's eat first."

The woman then stopped talking.

After dinner, Chen Fangmei urged Feng Yue to go back to the room to do homework. The girl glanced at Feng Juwang and then at her mother, and whispered, "I was praised by the teacher for my dance practice today."

"Really? That's really good." Chen Fangmei responded perfunctorily, "Go back upstairs and do your homework, don't you still want to take pictures and post them in the group for the teacher to see?"

"Ah."

The little girl still remembered what Feng Jiuwang had said in front of the station, so she glanced at him anxiously before slowly walking upstairs.

The TV in the living room played half of the cartoons that Feng Yue watched. Chen Fangmei smiled at Feng Jiuwang, and while looking for the remote control on the sofa, she said, "Look, this kid throws everything around and can't find it." , how old are you still watching anime..."

Feng Jiuwang: "Isn't it pretty? I watched it with her."

Chen Fangmei: "..."

The woman said haha: "You don't have to get used to her..."

"Aunt Chen." Feng Jiuwang interrupted her, "Feng Yue told me today that you and Dad miss me very much."

Chen Fangmei didn't expect him to bring it up directly, and after a moment of daze, she could only continue: "Your father misses you a lot, so I mentioned you when it's okay..."

"Don't teach her to talk like that again."

The living room was quiet, only the clear and crisp child voice in the cartoon was still reading and laughing.

Chen Fangmei said: "I didn't ask her to say that..."

Feng Juwang stood next to the TV, and the bright light of the screen was shining behind him, flickering on and off.

"She is your daughter, not a tool to please me."

Feng Jiuwang still couldn't learn to be euphemistic, every word he said from just now has been stabbed in Chen Fangmei's heart.

Chen Fangmei couldn't hold back, and forced a smile: "You misunderstood, Auntie didn't."

Feng Juwang waited, but Chen Fangmei couldn't say anything else, "I just thought, when will you recognize me..."

Feng Juwang raised his eyes, and this time he spoke more harshly: "Aunt Chen, do you sometimes think that it would be nice if you gave birth to a boy?"

Chen Fangmei could no longer maintain the tranquility on the surface, and collapsed from the inside.

The thoughts she has hidden and hidden for many years, her dark thoughts, her powerless means, her daily tense nerves.

It turned out that Feng Jiuwang knew everything.

He just didn't say anything, just kept silent.

Chen Fangmei suddenly couldn't panic anymore, calmed down unexpectedly, and sat down on the sofa.

She is not a very beautiful type of person, but she is good-looking and has a gentle temper. It's just that after so many years, her daughter has grown up, and she is also old.

Chen Fangmei said: "Although your father always said that you scolded you, he cared about you most in his heart."

Feng Jiuwang said: "That's because he is ashamed of my mother."

Chen Fangmei glanced at him, nodded and shook her head, "This is part of the reason, but you are his son, who else can he care about if he doesn't care about you? No matter if I give birth to a boy or a girl, he will favor you. This is our When we first talked about...friends, he said yes, and he made it clear to me."

This is the part that Feng Zhuwang doesn't understand, but he doesn't seem to care too much.

"Then don't use Feng Yue as a microphone, she is an independent person."

Chen Fangmei stared at him blankly, "Auntie is always afraid that you will hate me."

"Why hate you instead of Feng Chen?" Feng Juwang called his father by his name.

Chen Fangmei calmed down.

"This has nothing to do with you, it's between me and my dad." Feng Jiuwang tilted his head, appreciating the woman's silent expression, and the messy moth flashed before his eyes again, stopping briefly, "It's a matter of concealing the marriage." Who is in charge? You dare not go back to your in-law's house after giving birth... Don't tell me you did it voluntarily?"

Chen Fangmei's eyes flickered, she turned her head away.

Of course it is impossible to be willing.She hid it like that, and was gossiped by outsiders, and she also complained after a long time.

But this path was chosen by herself, so she had no choice but to swallow the resentment in her heart.

"It's fine if you don't hate me, and don't hate your sister, she likes you very much, she..."

"Look, it's coming again." Feng Jiuwang interrupted her, "There is no need to emphasize this all the time, I have eyes and can see by myself."

There was a small noise on the stairs. Feng Jiuwang heard it, but he didn't look away. After thinking about it, he decided to say it.

He wasn't going to say it.

"I won't hate her, and she didn't do anything wrong." Feng Juwang turned his head to the side, and saw the shadow of a small skirt in the stairwell, shaking tremblingly.

"And she's my sister."

The girl squatted on the top of the stairs and huddled into a ball, sobbing softly.

This is a home that is not warm, with a strict and violent father and an anxious mother all day long, and her brother often does not come back, she is caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

After an unknown period of time, someone walked up the stairs, and the wooden boards creaked.

Feng Juwang stood in front of the little girl, lowered his head and asked, "Is there any question that you can't do? Are you crying here?"

The girl whimpered and couldn't speak clearly, Feng Zhuwang only heard two words vaguely.

She said, "Brother."

Feng Juwang raised his hand and rubbed Feng Yue's head. The action was a little rough and messed up the girl's hair.

"Well, let's go, which question can't you? I can barely teach you."

This is the way Yu taught him to comfort others - touching his hair and rubbing his head.

It's just that he can't be as gentle as the teacher.

There are some things that need to be said, not to let Chen Fangmei let go of her guard and guard against him, but to let the girl in front of her understand.

She is not wrong.

Her birth was not wrong.

Her upbringing hasn't gone wrong either.

She cannot be a tool, she is a living person.