Cut off

This time it was Feng Qisong's turn to be silent.

Feng Qisong never thought of hiding from Feng Wobai what Boss Feng said before his death, but now these words are like a sharp knife, piercing straight into his heart, stirring crazily with blood.

And the person who stabbed the knife was his biological brother, and also his only relative in this world.

Feng Qisong continued to smoke, a gloomy light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

Time can only retain love and hate, but cannot retain family affection, let alone Feng Wobai who is gradually estranged from the Feng family.

"Second brother, do you know why I imitated your letter writing?" Feng Wobai put out the cigarette in the flowerpot beside the bed, "Because I know, even if you knew that I wrote the letter, you wouldn't tell me. Young Master Bai."

"...Because you dare not tell him that you are the regular customer who hired him." Feng Wobai's eyes were clear when he was not drunk.

He said it very firmly: "Because you are afraid that Bai Hemian will love the 'you' whose name is not disclosed, and you are also afraid that if you are really with him, your parents and eldest brother will not be safe under the nine springs."

"...But I don't dare to tell the truth." Feng Wobai smiled uglier than crying, "Because I'm sorry for you, I caused your legs to be injured, and you haven't recovered until today."

"Second brother, there is really no second pair of brothers like us in the world." Feng Wobai laughed on his back, and fell back on the couch again, "Give me wine, I want to drink!"

A crack appeared on Feng Qisong's expressionless face, but he quickly recovered his indifference.

The second master of the Feng family shook off the cigarette ash with his fingers, and said the same advice: "Drink less, it will hurt your health."

Feng Wobai did not give any response, as if he was asleep.

Feng Qisong turned around and left his room.Qian Shan left the wheelchair in front of the door, Feng Qisong sat on it, and slowly rolled away.

And Feng Wobai, who was lying on the couch, waited for the rustle of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground to go away. He got up from the bed, no longer slumped, with a shrewd face, opened the door and saw no one was around, straightened his clothes, swaggered Leaving the Feng family.

Feng Qisong, who returned to the bedroom door, sneered and folded his hands in front of him, seemingly unaffected by Feng Wobai's words, without waiting for Qianshan to open his mouth, he got up, opened the door and walked in.

Bai Hemian quickly stuffed a piece of paper behind his back, his eyes rolled around.

"Don't hide it." Feng Qisong sighed, "Even if you want to write a letter to your old friend, I won't stop you."

"No..." Bai Hemian's rebuttal was not very confident, but he quickly ran to Feng Qisong's side and handed over the wet letter paper, "I was indeed writing a letter to my old friend, but I didn't want to elope. I just told him..."

Bai Hemian gritted his teeth and made a big determination: "Just tell him, don't contact me again in the future."

Feng Qisong was slightly surprised: "What did you say?"

"I want to cut off contact with him." Bai Hemian murmured in a low voice, "What should I say, I also married into the Feng family. If I still have too much involvement with other people, I will be discovered sooner or later, and people will question us. What about the husband and wife relationship?"

"...It doesn't matter if I get scolded a few times, I'm used to it anyway. But Second Brother Feng, you are the pillar of the Feng family, you have a lot to do, I can't drag you down."

Boss Feng's death was strange. Feng Qisong not only had to support the Feng family, but also had to avenge his elder brother. How could he drag Feng Qisong into the abyss of eternal doom for the sake of his children's affair?

What's more, now he...

Bai Hemian put her hands behind her back nervously, her cheeks were slightly red.

Feng Qisong was full of tenderness because of Young Master Bai's words, and wished he could just hug him in his arms, but Qian Shan knocked on the door in a particularly unpleasant manner, saying that Mr. Xun was here.

Mr. Xun came to Feng's house for only one thing, and that was Feng Qisong's legs.

"He Mian, go to the next door and wait for me." Second Master Feng didn't read the letter, but put it back into Bai He Mian's hand, "I believe you."

Bai Hemian didn't know who Old Master Xun was, and thought that Second Master Feng was going to have a meeting again, so he hurriedly ran to the next door with the letter in his hand, closed the door, turned his head and smiled at Feng Qisong, his crescent-shaped eyes were shining with stars.

"Second Master, Second Master?"

Feng Qisong didn't regain his composure until Qian Shan led Mr. Xun in: "Mr. Xun, I'm really sorry to bother you to come on such a rainy day."

Mr. Xun blew his beard and stared: "If you spare your life, I won't make this trip today!"

Feng Qisong smiled but said nothing, politely invited the old man to take a seat.

"Roll up your trousers, let me take a look." Mr. Xun is most concerned about Feng Qisong's legs, "It has been rainy for days, and the humidity is too heavy. I am afraid that your wounds will be infected, so I am always worried. It just so happens that you sent Qian Shan Ask me to come, and I will come."

It was only a few days since the last time the wound was checked, and Mr. Xun's tone was still eager, thinking that Feng Qisong's leg injury was not optimistic.

He himself knew that it was not appropriate to be brave at this time, so he rolled up his trouser legs according to his words, revealing his calf covered with scars.

"It's recovering pretty well." Mr. Xun took out a one-way mirror from the medicine box and placed it tremblingly in front of his right eye. "If it doesn't rain, maybe I can recover better."

Feng Qisong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll see if you recover to this level, you may be able to stand up completely in less than a year." Mr. Xun is quite confident in his medical skills, and even patted Feng Qisong's face a few times. leg.

Qian Shan stood aside and watched with trepidation, as if he would jump up to block Old Master Xun's hand in the next second.

Fortunately, although he was nervous, he still had reason, so he forcibly held back his mouth.

On the other hand, Feng Qisong, seeing that Mr. Xun was about to pack up the medicine box and leave, finally made a request of his own: "Mr. Xun."

"Huh?" Mr. Xun thought he was feeling unwell, so he stopped what he was doing.

Feng Qisong smiled slightly: "I want to stand longer."

Qian Shan rolled his eyes and almost fainted from fright.

"Stand longer?" Elder Xun didn't understand the meaning of Feng Qisong's words at first, "Second Lord, your leg is so good, how long do you want to stand, how long do you want to stand?"

"Not in the future, but now." Feng Qisong said his request under Qian Shan's horrified gaze, "Maybe in a few days, I have to announce to the outside world that my legs are completely healed."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The sound of rain falling outside the window, a drenched bird landed on the wet window sill, its black eyeballs fluttered, and it flapped its wings and flew into the rain again.

"I'm stuck in a wheelchair because of the Feng family." Feng Qisong put down his trouser legs slowly, without the slightest awareness that he had dropped a blockbuster, "The Feng family has gone through the most difficult period now, if I don't If you stand up, you will make others look down on you."

"Second Master..." Qian Shan called out shortly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

"Besides, He Mian is married to me. I don't want him to be ridiculed by the world, saying that the young master of the Bai family is married to a cripple who can't move."

When Feng Qisong said these words, he kept staring at the closed door.

That inconspicuous door connected the two rooms, inside the door was his insistence, and behind the door was his robbery.

When Feng Qisong was about to drive Old Master Xun to death, Young Master Bai was lying on the hard bed worrying.

He took the letter to his old friend and turned it over and over again. The excitement when he replied to the letter before was completely gone, and he was full of boredom.

It's strange to say that it's obviously the same person's tone of voice, but with a different handwriting, he can't find the love he used to have in an instant.

He wrote in the letter that he had already married into the Feng family, and that Second Master Feng was also different from the rumors. He not only thanked his friend for taking care of him in the past, but also resolutely rejected the proposal of elopement.

Bai Hemian thought to himself, he hasn't finished repaying Brother Feng for saving his life, how could he let go and leave?

Of course, whether this is self-deception is another matter.

Bai Hemian tossed and turned on the bed, but never thought of eavesdropping on Feng Qisong's conversation.

Anyway, the left is only a matter of Jinling City.

Instead of eavesdropping, Young Master Bai opened the door with an umbrella, hoping to find a guard to help deliver the letter.He didn't know the exact address of his old friend, so he could only stuff the envelope back into the mailbox in front of the mansion. As for whether the other party could receive it, it was beyond his control.

The place where Second Master Feng lived was spacious and secluded. Bai Hemian walked for a while with his clothes on, before he caught a glimpse of a few guards. He went happily, but suddenly heard a mess of footsteps behind him, and someone was calling vaguely, "Mr. ".

He frowned slightly, he was too lazy to deal with Feng Wobai, he simply turned around and hid behind a moon gate.

Third Master Feng was followed by a few young masters who looked either rich or expensive from their attire.

"Third Master, are you really planning to give Young Master Bai to your crippled brother?"

Feng Wobai heard the words and said in a low voice: "Speak carefully!"

Brother Gongzi didn't take it seriously, obviously he didn't think that Third Master Feng was really angry: "Master Feng, brothers are telling the truth."

Sure enough, Feng Wobai just reminded him casually, and shrugged his shoulders: "Even if he is disabled, the Feng family is still his."

"Isn't it all right if you take back the family property?"

"Whimsical." Feng Wobai sneered, "We brothers are the only ones left in the Feng family, what's the point of taking it away?"

"Then split up." Another young master suggested a bad idea.

"You think I'm so stupid?" Feng Wobai kicked that person up, "I don't know how much I have? If we want to divide the family, I can indeed get a lot of property, but for me As far as I'm concerned, I'm just sitting and eating, without my brother, what kind of third master should I be?"

"...Listen to me, without my brother, there would be no Feng Sanye like me. If you still want to eat and drink with me, give up the idea of ​​persuading me to separate as soon as possible!"

"Then you really don't want your own daughter-in-law?" After the young master and buddies agreed submissively, they still asked persistently.

These sons and brothers with good backgrounds basically don't accept the new view of love, and are still immersed in the old theory of parents' order and matchmaker's words, thinking that Bai Hemian and Feng Wobai had a marriage contract, so he is Feng Wobai's alive Human, even after death is Feng Wobai's ghost.

Feng Wobai's footsteps paused, without showing any emotion on his face, he asked back: "Aren't you the ones who made me drink?"

The sons and brothers looked at each other, and all looked away with a guilty conscience.

"What's the use of telling me about wanting a daughter-in-law now? If you have the ability to find my second brother!" Feng Wobai kicked a stone irritably, and the small gray stone fell into the puddle, dripping again The ground rolled behind the moon gate.

Bai Hemian stared at the flying stones with a complicated expression, and almost rushed out to curse when he heard them call Brother Feng "crippled".

Anyway, I held back.

Feng Wobai's voice was still far away: "When you mention my second brother, you will be scared? No future!"

A son muttered unconvinced: "Third Master, don't make fun of us. Who is Second Master Feng? Although he is not very old, but in terms of seniority, my father has to call him 'Master' when he sees him."

"Then you just called him disabled?"

"Because he's a cripple..." Young Master said shortly, "My father scolds him like that behind his back. But even if he becomes trash, your Feng family's status in Jinling City is beyond the reach of ordinary families, except for Chen Beidou. Old lunatic, who dares to laugh at him to his face?"

"That's all, it's useless to talk to you! I will definitely snatch my daughter-in-law back, as for other things..."

The voice drifted away, and Bai Hemian came out from behind the moon gate holding an umbrella. He had long forgotten to write the letter to his old friend, and now seeing that the envelope was soaked by rain, he simply tore it up and put it in his sleeve. rewrite.

Looking at the distant figures through the rain curtain, he felt that his hands and feet were cold, but his heart was hot and scalding, like boiling water, bursting out angry bubbles one after another.

Feng Laosan knew that Feng Qisong pretended to be lame for the sake of Feng's family, but behind his back he scolded his biological brother as "disabled" together with others, even Bai Hemian felt sorry for Feng Qisong.

If it was said that in the past, Young Master Bai was a stunned young man with no city status when he was named Wobai, but now he sees him as an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, let alone a marriage contract, he is even unwilling to say more.

Bai Hemian angrily returned to Feng Erye's room, stopped by the small door between the two rooms, and then paused.

How to say this.