Shield of Rebirth

How many traces can be left in a person's life in half a year?Ling Feng didn't know.

The youngest son who had been with him for half a year died so easily that he was somewhat unresponsive.

In fact, his search and rescue personnel have already cast a large net, and it is only a matter of time before they are rescued.

However, it was a while late.

That night, Ling Feng watched the fire on the cruise ship, which burned most of the night, not far away.

He really never thought that this son would disappear so easily.

Even if he thought about giving him a sum of money after the incident was over, and then letting him fend for himself, he never thought about the current situation.

When the kidnapper called, Ling Feng thought it was ridiculous.

Kidnapping a nephew to ask him for money, for the sake of their common family, is really funny, isn't it?

For those threatening words, he said the answer casually, maybe it was his sincere thoughts?Who knows?Anyway, he really never thought about that question.

He just doesn't accept threats and doesn't want to compromise on such a ridiculous thing to him.

He also ignored by the way that neither of the two protagonists in this ridiculous incident knew the truth of the incident.

However, if Cheng Ming knew that he had kidnapped the wrong person, he would have asked Ling Tian, ​​right?

Ling Feng thought irresponsibly.

Moreover, if the two met, maybe Cheng Ming would feel the difference because it was his sister's bloodline?

Sitting in the car, looking at the gorgeous fire not far away, Ling Feng thought with a little bit of wistfulness, the so-called blood relationship and affection are really unreliable.

This matter came to an end, and Ling Feng also gave him a good lesson about his eldest son.

In his heart, the matter of his eldest son was even more ridiculous. He didn't even blame this son because of his mother's affairs. On the contrary, his eldest son even got into trouble with him. He really didn't know what to say!

The method of hiring someone to kill is quite neat, but don't you think it's too out of place?

Sure enough, he was still a child, even though he looked mature and stable.

But after all, he was the child he raised, even if the shadow of that unknown woman was still engraved in his blood, he could tolerate it.

He will always let him know who he should listen to and who he should not listen to.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help thinking of his youngest son who always pretended to be mature and steady, heh, maybe he still thought he was very successful in what he did.

He is always what he says, and he is surprisingly well-behaved, not like a young boy at all.

However, this is indeed what he wants.

As the words come true, his son has indeed returned his life to him.

Ling Feng felt slightly regretful for this son, but that was all.

Ling Tian disappeared without a sound, just like the first time he made him disappear.

It's just that at the beginning, he just let him live as another person for a while, but this time, he really disappeared completely.

Even Ling Feng himself didn't think about it, let alone notice it.

In half a year, what was left for him.

On a certain day, he suddenly felt that the coffee he used to drink was a bit bitter, and unknowingly, he switched to another kind. Ling Feng never thought about why.

He only occasionally remembered that his little son once accompanied him to swallow coffee that he didn't like at all, and pretended to be fine.

He gradually seldom stayed at home, and seldom stayed in the study when it was not necessary.

Then, the traces left by his youngest son slowly and completely disappeared. If you don't think about it deliberately, it's as if this person has never appeared.

The father-son relationship with the eldest son is still the same as before, but Ling Feng knows that even if the way of getting along is exactly the same as before, he will not be able to return to the original mood, and his eldest son must also understand.

Then his eldest son bought a villa by himself and moved out. It is said that he fell in love.

When the child grows up, he will eventually be allowed to fly by himself. Ling's house is only his place, but he doesn't always stay there.

Not long after, he once rescued a boy on the road, and his pretending to be mature and stable made him feel a little familiar. Besides, he always felt that there was something familiar about this boy, which made him feel a little familiar. Some favors.

Gradually, I became familiar with him, and learned that he came to school from another city and was alone in this city, so I always helped him with anything.

It's like having one more friend, even if the age gap between this friend and him is a bit big.

Invite him to dinner, drink afternoon tea, arrange work for him, and help him settle any troubles until the boy confesses his love to him.

Ling Feng felt that he must have been stunned at the time, and then said softly: "I didn't mean that, I like women."

Then he looked at him with red eyes, but he still tried to restrain himself and asked calmly: "Then why are you so nice to me? I thought you liked me."

Ling Feng thought seriously, yes, why?

Because when we first met, he pretended to be mature and stable, and when we got along, he was so cute that he could tolerate whatever he said. The restrained look is familiar, and the feeling of softness in the bones is familiar.

It's a pity, looking at the past now, the other kind of emotion in those eyes has completely dissipated the previous familiarity abruptly.

The familiar face suddenly became strange, maybe he had another face in his heart?

Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Ling Feng finally remembered why he felt familiar.

However, it is different after all.

"...Because you are a bit like my youngest son, who is no longer here."

Get up and leave, sit in the car and delete the phone number on the phone.

What can be left in his life in half a year?Ling Feng didn't know.

All he knew was that several years had passed, and if he recalled that face carefully, he still remembered it clearly.

Afterwards, he switched back to the coffee he was most used to, and the bitterness and mellowness were indeed his favorite flavor.