silently

When Cheng Moyan found Qing Feng, he was sitting at the gate of someone's house, looking at the candied haws on the peddler's haystack with his cheeks on his hands.

His eyes were staring, like a puppy salivating on a bone, only drooling and wagging his tail.

Cheng Moyan looked interesting, she walked out from the dark, bought two bunches of candied haws, and when she handed them to him, Qingfeng exploded.

He jumped up and pointed at her: "You, why are you here?!"

Cheng Moyan smiled and replied, "Of course I came to look for you."

"What do you want me to do?!"

Cheng Moyan said in peace: "Come home with me."

"I'm not going back."

"go back."

"No return."

Cheng Moyan bared his teeth: "Go back."

"..."

"..."

So on this day, Liang Yu vividly saw her "beautiful wife" holding a pile of candied haws in one hand and a young boy in the other, with a swaying skirt, coming in vigorously from the door.

……

……

Cheng Moyan walked into the middle hall, sat down, dusted off his clothes, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, "Come in."

"..."

"Come in!"

Despite his reluctance, Qing Feng moved in from the door with great reluctance, and asked with a cold face, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Moyan laughed angrily at him, she stood up and walked in front of him, pinching his face hard with her hands, Qingfeng couldn't avoid being pinched by her for a while, and was pulled into a strange expression.

Cheng Moyan did not attack lightly, Qing Feng grinned his teeth in pain, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing, woman?!"

Cheng Moyan let out a "tsk", and said leisurely: "Kids don't always make a bad face all day long, they are not liked by others."

Qing Feng stared at her, while holding her hand: "Who is a child, I am fourteen!"

Cheng Moyan sneered, and Qingfeng glared again.

Cheng Moyan shrugged, let go of the hand pinching his face, and walked back to drink her own tea. After taking a sip, she asked casually, "Qingfeng, how long have you been with your young master?"

Qing Feng didn't know why she asked the question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Half a year."

"Then how long have you known me?"

"More than three years."

"How long have you been with me?"

Seemingly aware of what she was going to say, Qing Feng said nothing, just bowed his head.

"But," Cheng Moyan chuckled, "I'll never be as good as your young master, right?"

Qing Feng was a little guilty, but still retorted in a low voice: "He saved me."

Cheng Moyan ignored him, and said to himself, "Now I'm going back to the capital, what are you going to do?"

Qing Feng lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Moyan couldn't help but soften her mind when she wanted to hit him. She sighed, "You can go, but I want to tell you that you have been making mistakes all along. Your son's sweetheart is not me. I didn't betray him."

Qing Feng shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it, but he just muttered something inaudible, "Impossible..."

"That's it. We are bosom friends, we are close friends, and we don't have romantic love."

Cheng Moyan said softly: "And you... also know, right? You called me Mrs., and I corrected you a few times at the beginning. Seeing that you couldn't change your words, I didn't force it."

"But it's not enough now. I can't let you continue to misunderstand like this. You already knew that Shuangyue and I regard you as a family member. What are you afraid of? What don't you want to admit?"

He looked up at her with red eyes.

Tsk, Cheng Moyan sighed in his heart, what an awkward child.

Qingfeng suddenly remembered himself from many years ago.Before he met the son, he was just a little beggar, no, maybe he wasn't before, and he didn't know what his family was doing, but since he could remember, he started begging with an old beggar.

The world is hard, especially for an orphan like him who has no father or mother.

It can be said that the old beggar was the only person who treated him fairly well at that time.Later, the only person who was kind to him was beaten to death because he took the leftovers from other people, and finally died of serious injuries, and passed away in a cold night.

Do not allow others to take leftovers.

At that time, Qingfeng realized that some rich people were so cruel, dressed in bright clothes, and their hearts were far inferior to those of beggars.

Except that he saved his son.

Not only kept him by my side, but also taught him to read and write, although it was only half a year.

After the young master left, who would treat him so well?

Qing Feng didn't know.

At that time, the young master and Cheng Moyan often chatted together, and there were no other women around him, so he took them as a couple for granted.

Before the young master died, let him follow Cheng Moyan, then he would follow, and he would take good care of her for the young master.

But she is going to marry someone else, and that person is not the son, so he has no reason to follow her.

In fact, what she said was correct, he had already discovered that she and the young master did not have that kind of relationship.He just didn't want to admit it.

……

……

He looked up at her, and then again.

"You regard me as a relative?"

"nature."

"You won't leave me alone?"

"Yes."

"Can I still follow you?"

Cheng Moyan laughed: "Anytime is fine."

Cheng Moyan thought, the kid finally figured it out.

The next moment, Qing Feng's eyes widened, and he complained in a accusing tone: "But it's been four months, and you haven't come to see me."

Cheng Moyan sighed secretly, "So you're struggling with this."

Qingfeng hummed softly, but didn't say anything, and suddenly heard the person in front of him start to speak.

"Three months ago, you beat up the servants of the Liu family in the west of the town. You had a festival a few years ago."

"Two months ago, you were tricked into going to the Jucai Gambling Hall to gamble a few times. You lost all the money you had with you, and you couldn't even find a place to live."

"After you came here, you stood at the door for a long time, but you still left."

Cheng Moyan couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him whose eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, "Qingfeng, you must live comfortably in your land temple, right?"

"You, how do you know?!"

"How do I know? Because I care about you."

Cheng Moyan smiled meaningfully: "It's just that I didn't expect you to be so kind."

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