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Not long after entering the cemetery, Qian Feng suddenly stopped, turned around and stretched out his hands to cover Qi Lan's eyes, but it was too late.

Qi Lan slowly tore off his hand, looking at his mother's grave with red eyes, no, it can no longer be called a grave at this time, the broken tombstone is lying on the ground alone, the tomb has been dug up, The lid of the coffin was also pried off and thrown aside, fragments of the columbarium were scattered everywhere, and the light ashes had long since drifted away with the wind, leaving only a few fragments of unburned bones Those who fell were crushed into the mud...

When seeing this scene, Qian Feng fell into an ice cave. He knew how important Mrs. Jiang was to Qi Lan, so the only thought in his mind at that time was not to let Qi Lan see it. However, it was too late after all. step.

"Don't look!"

"Mother!" Qi Lan fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, his eyes were already bloodshot at this moment, his hands trembling and stretched out to the ground to touch something, but he didn't know where to start.

Qian Feng felt a throbbing pain in his heart, squatted down and gently embraced Qi Lan, trying to comfort him: "Qi Lan..."

"Get out!" Qi Lan yelled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push Qian Feng away. This time, he tried his best, and Qian Feng was pushed to the ground by him.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and within a short while, it started to rain, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a flash of lightning and thunder, as if the sky also felt the turbulence in his heart.

"Saki! Rong!"

Gritting his teeth, the words spit out from Qi Lan's mouth, containing endless hatred and resentment.

"Qi Lan, just wait! One day, Qi Rong will crush Jiang Wanyu and avenge my mother!"

Qian Feng suddenly thought of Qi Lian's last words, and suddenly felt chills all over his body.

"Kill her! I'll kill her!"

Qi Lan stood up from the ground with red eyes, turned around and was about to go out, Qian Feng reacted in time, quickly got up and reached out to hug him from behind, "Qi Lan, calm down, this is a conspiracy, it is definitely Conspiracy, it's impossible for Qi Rong to do such a thing!"

"You are still speaking for her now! Since you like her so much, you should go and follow her!" Qi Lan had completely lost his mind, and kept spitting out hurtful words.

Qian Feng didn't say a word, just hugged him tightly, and later, Qi Lan even started fisting and kicking each other, Qian Feng endured it without saying a word, until he was exhausted, he raised a hand behind his neck With a slight slash, Qi Lan collapsed into his arms.

Qian Feng picked up the sleeping Qi Lan and returned to the wing room where they lived, took off his already soaked clothes, cleaned up briefly, then gently tucked in the quilt, closed the door again and went out.

The rain has not abated, and the already messy cemetery is now extremely muddy. Qian Feng took off his outer robe, squatted down slowly and spread the outer robe on the ground, and put the umbrella in his hand over the robe, Then he began to grope to pick up the broken bones bit by bit, and carefully put them on the robe.

The rain soon drenched his whole body, and his vision gradually became blurred. Qian Feng raised his sleeve and wiped his face. Looking at the mud flowing everywhere on the ground, he quickened his movements.

There were not many broken bones, and they were picked up quickly. Qian Feng knelt down on the ground and collected the soil around the coffin with his hands, and gently held it on his robe. He didn't seem to notice any wooden thorns pierced into his fingertips, and kept repeating. This kind of action, however, until all ten fingers are dripping with blood, it is only a small half of it.

Knowing in his heart that doing so would be useless, Qian Feng still felt that he had to do something.

Knees lost consciousness in the cold soil, and could only mechanically move forward with Qian Feng's body. The heat in his body had already dissipated, and the cold seemed to freeze the pain. Looking at the almost exposed fingertips, Qian Feng felt , it's not that painful, compared with Qilan's pain, these are nothing.

When the soil was finally collected, two hours had passed. Qian Feng wanted to stand up, but his knees were numb just as he got up, and he knelt down again. He shook his head and gave a wry smile. There, he wrapped the bones in the robe and tied a knot, and slowly put them into the porcelain altar beside him.

"Qianfeng, what are you doing?"

A slightly trembling voice sounded above his head, Qian Feng raised his head in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that the man standing beside him with red eyes and leaning over to look at him was Qi Lan, he grinned at Qi Lan, with a shivering voice The voice said: "Qi Lan... we... can we take your mother and leave together?"

Qi Lan looked at his bloodless cheeks and scarred hands. For the first time in his life, his eyes were wet. He knelt down and carefully avoided his hands, hugged him in his arms, put his head on his shoulder, and cried bitterly. Lost his voice: "You idiot! Idiot..."

Qian Feng raised his hand and patted him on the back with difficulty, and held the corner of his mouth, "I thought you would sleep until dark, but it seems that my attack was too light, but you came... just right, I... ...I have no strength...take us...back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Feng passed out.

"Qian Feng..." Qi Lan murmured, picked up the porcelain altar from the ground, then hugged Qian Feng, took the two most important people in his life, and staggered away from the cemetery. From the beginning to the end, his waist The back is very straight.

"Doctor, how is he?"

In the wing room, Qi Lan looked at the unconscious person on the bed and asked worriedly.

The doctor stroked his beard and sighed softly: "Young Master, there is nothing serious about it, it's just that he caught a cold, took a few doses of medicine, and slept for two days. It's just that this hand... I'm afraid I won't be able to play the piano in the future, alas!"

With a sound of "click", Qi Lan broke off a piece of the mahogany armrest on the head of the bed. The tingling pain from the wooden thorn piercing into the palm did not offset the pain in his heart at all. After a while, Qi Lan waved his hand feebly, "You go down!"

"Yes."

After the doctor stepped back, Qi Lan raised his hand to caress Qian Feng's eyebrows and eyes, his face was calm, but the frost in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

Qian Feng slept for more than ten days. Xu Qilan found some panacea for him. When he woke up, the injury on his hand was almost healed, but his sensitivity was much less than before.

Qilan confiscated Siyue on the grounds that he was still ill, perhaps because he was afraid that his hands would itch, and she never played the piano in front of him. During the days of convalescence, Qilan was by his side every day, but Qianfeng also I didn't feel bored.

After spending a day together, Qian Feng leaned on Qi Lan's shoulder and asked softly, "Qi Lan, when are we leaving?"

Qi Lan tilted her head and kissed him on the forehead before turning her head to look out of the window, and replied softly: "In half a month, it will be Qin Yao's annual royal horse meeting. You have never seen such a grand scene. Wait for me to show you We will leave after watching the royal horse meeting."

"Okay." After getting a satisfactory answer, Qian Feng smiled slightly and fell asleep again.