If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Leng Qiangrong once secretly went to see Ruan Xiyu once, watching her from a distance, seeing her smiling face welcoming guests, he completely gave up.

But on the field of joy, there were a few people who laughed from the bottom of their hearts.

For such a ridiculous reason, he was cruel enough not to see her, and allowed her to die in such a dark place.

He wiped away the tears on his face, looking at the son who was not far away from him in front of him, he only felt that there was a long distance between them.

He used to only know hatred and complain, but he didn't know that some people didn't even have the chance to complain.

He personally destroyed the woman he should have held in his palm, and also destroyed their only son.

He got up suddenly, without explaining to Feng Xiu, he rushed out directly.

After he left, Feng Xiu turned his head.He grabbed the bamboo flute and twirled it in his hand, and when he uttered it, it was already Wen Fei's accent.

"Yes!" Just one word is enough.

Leng Qiangrong ran all the way and arrived at the market town in the shortest time.

He stopped the peddler who was about to close the stall and leave, and took out the broken silver to buy all the candies left in his hands.

He carried that bag of candy, as if carrying some rare treasure.He should have gone back after selling out, but when he looked back, he saw another stall.

He hurried back and returned to the other courtyard before it was completely dark.

Feng Xiu is not familiar with this place, if it is not necessary, he is usually too lazy to move.

After Leng Qiangrong entered the door, he quickly brushed off the dust on his body, and stuffed all the candies in the paper bag into Fengxiu's hands.

The unique sweet smell of candy is not unfamiliar to Fengxiu. Although he doesn't want to get involved with Leng Qiangrong, he doesn't take his favorite things to anger.

He took one out of the bag, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth.

The long-lost taste is sweet, just like the one Jing Yilan bought for him.

He shook his head, drove the name of that person out of his mind, and concentrated on the happiness that this candy brought him.

Leng Qiangrong took out several other items, a bundle of bamboo strips, ropes and paper.

He looked at Feng Xiu, and said to him nervously and nostalgicly: "Xiao'er, can I make you a paper kite?"

Xiuer, can I make you a paper kite?

That was when Leng Qiangrong had just brought him home from the brothel, and he hadn't found someone to do a blood test for him, the only time that was considered good for him.

Although the wind sleeve is small, it has a posture of fearlessness.

Like an ordinary child acting like a spoiled child to his father, he said to the tall Leng Qiangrong: "Okay, I want the biggest one, fly high, and let everyone see it."

At that time Ruan Xiyu had just passed away, Leng Qiangrong was full of guilt towards him, upon hearing his words, he immediately obeyed.

So the little Fengxiu sat beside his heroic father, watching the man use unskilled techniques to tie the bamboo strips into shape with string, and then put the paper on the bamboo strips with paste.

In the blink of an eye, 14 years have passed, and after 14 years, Leng Qiangrong finally tied a kite for him again.

He bought the best paper, but when he tied it, water stains appeared on the paper again.

Leng Qiangrong wiped his face in a hurry, he was afraid that he would cry out and Feng Xiu would notice, but when he raised his eyes, he found that Feng Xiu was also full of tears.

The thing that this child resembles him the most is that he doesn't like to be seen when he cries, as if it is a shameful thing to be seen tears.

This is his parent and son, but in the past 19 years, what he can count on for him is just such a small thing as making a kite.

That night, Leng Qiangrong stayed outside the door of Fengxiu's room. He spread a blanket by the door and slept outside against the night wind.

Every hour, he would get up, and sneak through the window to see the condition of Fengxiu.

Only when he saw that his breathing was steady and his chest was still rising and falling would he lie down in peace.

When he woke up the next morning, Chen Ziyan found him.

"Pingting has already admitted that it was indeed Ruan Xiyu who plotted against her back then." Chen Ziyan said, "I know you should have guessed it, and I'm just repeating it to you."

She turned her head to look in the direction of Fengxiu's room, and said, "Only one six-petal golden lotus blooms in one Jiazi. There may be other places in the world where it grows besides the top of the snowy region, but it will take time. Maybe ten years, maybe It takes 20 years to get another mature flower."

Leng Qiangrong looked at her squarely and said, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Chen Ziyan took a deep breath before saying to him: "Before you used your internal energy to protect his heart veins and bought him three more days. Although the internal energy of martial arts cannot completely detoxify him, it can guide the poison to go away. Go elsewhere. As long as the toxins in his body don't gather in his heart, this broken heart won't break his heart."

"what do you mean……"

Chen Ziyan looked into his eyes and said solemnly: "Use your internal strength to exchange him for a few years of safety, are you willing?"

Maybe before people die, they will have a mysterious feeling about their own death, and Fengxiu is like this now.

When he woke up, the sun was shining on his hands, warm, like a warm stove leaning against his hands.

Even though he knew that such a day would come, he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic for this world, even though there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this world.

There was a creaking sound of pushing the door, and Leng Qiangrong and Chen Ziyan entered the room in response.

Feng Xiu turned to the direction of the source of the voice, and did not speak for a while.

Chen Ziyan walked to the table and began to organize her medicinal materials.She regarded herself as a deaf person, and made room for the father and son.

Leng Qiangrong walked up to Fengxiu and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

"Xiao'er..." He opened his mouth slowly, calling him like a father would call a child, "You are my own son. He is the head of my Leng family."

He put the token that was given to Chen Ziyan briefly by that side into Fengxiu's hand, saying so.

After hearing what he said, Feng Xiu didn't show a happy expression on his face.

He really wanted to be part of Leng's family, and wanted to be recognized by Leng Qiangrong, but he had waited for too long, until now, he had completely given up, was disheartened, and no longer had the energy he had back then.

He returned the token to Leng Qiangrong, and said: "Master Leng was joking, Feng Xiu is just the son of a prostitute, an inconspicuous prostitute in Wanhualou, and his father is an unknown client. I dare not climb up on you."

"You are my father, you are my father." The young Feng Xiu raised his face and cried to the man who shook his hands away.

Leng Qiangrong turned around, glared at him viciously, and reprimanded: "Your mother is a prostitute, and your father is that guy Leng Qiangheng. What does it have to do with me?"

Feng Xiu continued to run forward, he wanted to grab the hem of his clothes, but accidentally fell to the ground, covered in mud.

He lay in the mud puddle in embarrassment, and said to him: "My mother said you are, and you are."

Leng Qiangrong came over and grabbed his shoulder.Lift him up from the mud puddle.

"Listen to me clearly. From today on, you are the lowest servant in my Leng residence. You don't believe in Leng, and you are not the young master of Leng residence. Remember your identity." He said.

Leng Qiangrong looked at the token that he had sent back, his hands trembled, but he finally accepted it.

"Your mother was buried on the outskirts of Fanyang, Shilipo. After I go, help me move her coffin to Leng's house, okay?" Leng Qiangrong said.

He is asking for his opinion.

Feng Xiu shook her head and said: "My mother is used to being free. Since she has been outside for so many years, she doesn't want to go. I won't do anything that makes her unhappy."

Leng Qiangrong was finally depressed, he didn't say anything else, but silently went around and sat down behind Feng Xiu, and straightened his body.

Chen Ziyan also came over with something, she walked up to Feng Xiu, and first gave him a pill.

"Eat it, it won't hurt any more later," she said.

Fengxiu is a life or death anyway, and she is not afraid that she will harm him, so he eats it honestly.

It takes a long time to transport the internal force, the toxin is invisible, and has already penetrated into the blood of the muscles, but now Leng Qiangrong has to rely on his own strength to pull the toxin away from his heart veins like a cocoon.

This process was really painful, even though he had already taken the analgesic pills, the pain was still so painful that he almost crushed the wood between his teeth.

Chen Ziyan was on the side to guide, and every once in a while, she would stick a few needles into Feng Xiu's body, and by controlling the flow of blood, let the blood leave with toxins.

Retrograde blood, such pain, even if it falls on a tough guy with strong bones, it is unspeakable pain, let alone Fengxiu.

But he still endured it.

After guiding the toxin away, Leng Qiangrong injected the remaining internal energy into his body, forming a barrier around his heart.

As long as this barrier is not broken, the toxin will not be able to penetrate into his heart.

Leng Qiangrong withdrew his hand, in just a few hours, his hair had become snow white.

And he was about to die.

Feng Xiu lied down on the side feebly, and was supported by Chen Ziyan.

Leng Qiangrong looked at Fengxiu, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his hair.He was about to touch the child's head, but was avoided by Feng Xiu.

"Xiao'er...I'm sorry for you." Blood welled up from his throat, and he swallowed it intact again.Leng Qiangrong held his breath, and said to him: "I know you hate me, hate me for sending you to Kangzhuang, hate me for treating your mother like that. I know that my crime is unforgivable, and I dare not ask your mother Joint burial...but I'm about to die...can you...call me daddy again..."

He held on, and tried very hard to prop up his eyelids, for fear that if he closed his eyes, he would go like this.

He pricked up his ears and looked at Feng Xiu expectantly.

Feng Xiu's face was facing his direction, but his eyes were empty, as if he was looking at him, but also seemed to be looking elsewhere.

Leng Qiangrong waited and waited, but until he swallowed that breath completely, he didn't wait for that sentence.

His hand dropped to the side of Fengxiu.

Feng Xiu waited until he was gone, then stretched out her hand in a daze, groping for his breath.

There is no breath.

He rested his hands emptyly on Leng Qiangrong's body, in a gesture of wanting to hug but not hugging.It wasn't until Leng Qiangrong's body became completely cold that he finally came to his senses.

"He's dead." Chen Ziyan reminded from the side.

"Yeah. He's dead." Feng Xiu let go of his hand and moved his face away.

Chen Ziyan walked over and pulled out the silver needles on his body one by one.

Feng Xiu has been very quiet, the man he should call his father died, but he didn't shed a single tear.

After Chen Ziyan cleaned up the silver needles for him, he took out something and handed it to Feng Xiu.

It was a feather inlaid with black jade and gold, which Qiu Jihan gave her that day.

"This is the Black Feather Token. The fairy Pingting who poisoned you has been taken away by Qiu Jihan. If you go to him with this Yu Token, he should have a way to save you. After all, it was Pingting who broke the heart for ten days. Develop it by yourself, there should be more than one thing in this world that can detoxify it.”

Feng Xiu received the order from Yu, but looked up at her, and said: "Obviously there are other ways to save me, but you still let Leng Qiangrong use all his internal energy to save my life, why?"

Chen Ziyan smiled at him and said, "Didn't you guess it?"

Feng Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "You think he's sorry for my mother, but also for me, and his sins can't be redeemed with just a few words. So if you want him to die, only if he dies, he will die." The debt is paid."

Even though Chen Ziyan had never looked down upon Feng Xiu before, she couldn't help being a little surprised at this moment.

She smiled and patted Feng Xiu on the shoulder, and said: "You are so smart, it's a pity that you are blind."

"You're leaving, right?" Feng Xiu asked.

"Yes." She didn't hide anything, "Her revenge has been avenged, and I will repay this kindness, and there is no need to stay. By the way, I haven't had time to tell you her identity, you Mother Ruan Xiyu, another name is Ye Wenlan. She is Qiu Jihan and Fairy Pingting's family. She was framed by Fairy Pingting, and she was reduced to working as a prostitute in a brothel. Now her bones have been taken away by Qiu Jihan , As for where they were taken, I don’t know.”

Feng Xiu nodded, which was considered a response.

"You are Ye Wenlan's son, and you look like her, Qiu Jihan should have plans for you." Chen Ziyan said, then she looked at Leng Qiangrong's body and asked, "Where is Leng Qiangrong, how do you arrange it? "

Feng Xiu pondered for a moment, then replied: "I'm blind now, and it's inconvenient for me to do things. Please, sister, please help me send him back to Leng's house."

Chen Ziyan rolled her eyes and said, "What about the Leng family's order?"

Feng Xiu sighed and said, "Send them back as well."

"it is good."

According to what he said, Chen Ziyan placed a thin coffin and sent it back together with the order.

When she came back, Feng Xiu had already left.

Disappearing with him was a bamboo flute and a paper kite.

The boatman on the riverside ferry saw a good-looking young man today. He looked pretty, but his face was too pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he was blind.

He had a flute hanging around his waist and a paper kite in his left hand. While chewing the candy in his mouth, he took out a small ingot of broken silver from his pocket and handed it to the boatman.

"Young man, where are you going?" The boatman asked him, leading him aboard.

Feng Xiu raised his face and felt the breeze by the river, smelling the smell of flowers and plants brought by the wind, his mood improved a lot.

"You can go wherever you want, find any lively place, and just put me down," he said.

"Okay." The boatman pushed the long pole, and the boat broke through the water and left.