Cut off

He called cautiously, "Second Brother Feng."

Feng Qisong pursed his lips, staring straight at Feng Wobai: "Have you said enough?"

"No." A trace of madness flashed in Feng Wobai's eyes, "Second brother, can you sleep at night? Aren't you afraid that your parents and eldest brother will be uneasy under the nine springs?"

"Third Master, what are you talking about!" Bai Hemian couldn't listen anymore, if Feng Qisong hadn't held his hand tightly, his fist would have already hit Feng Wobai's face.

Young Master Bai was trembling with anger: "How can you say such vicious words?"

"It's not for you!" Feng Laosan roared violently, "You gave me grapes, asked me to visit the sick, and agreed to come with me to pick up Second Brother, didn't you just want to marry me?"

The wind was quiet for a moment, and then blew over again.

The hand holding Bai Hemian's five fingers withdrew bit by bit, as if to let him go.

Bai Hemian, however, was determined not to let them go away, he held them back firmly, then stood beside Feng Qisong, looked directly at Feng Wobai who was almost insane, and said loudly: "Master Feng, although I am young, I am stronger than you." Really, it's your serious elder!"

"Is it wrong for an elder to give you one when he meets a younger generation while eating grapes?"

"..."

"The elder is sick, the younger wants to visit, and the elder agrees, is there anything wrong?"

"..."

"Is it wrong for the elder to pick up your elder brother and take you with him?"

"..."

The three-sentence question left Feng Wobai speechless.

The third master of the Feng family is not a stupid person, he also recalled it now, and sat down on the ground again, looking at him with a half cry and a smile: "He Mian, did you do it on purpose?"

Bai Hemian smiled very gently: "Third Master, I don't understand what you said."

He turned to look at Feng Qisong: "Second brother Feng, do you understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Hemian's heart shuddered, and he was trembling because of those turbulent eyes staring at him. He could barely look away, and his palms were sweating.

He prayed for Feng Qisong to let go, but Feng Qisong held his hand completely in his palm, unwilling to let go again.

"Old man, go back and kneel in the ancestral hall, and let me find out that you are bullying He Mian in the future, I will not indulge you like elder brother." Feng Qisong said to Feng Lao San, but his eyes still fell on Bai He Mian.

Feng Wobo flinched, and made the last struggle unwillingly: "Brother won't blame me..."

"Well, big brother will blame me." Feng Qisong calmly took over the words, and paused every word, "Then let him blame me. Even if the ancestors of the Feng family want me to go to hell, I will not condone it." You let yourself down."

"Second Brother Feng!" Bai Hemian was so anxious that his eyes turned red for a moment.

"Don't be afraid." Feng Qisong sensed his uneasiness, and curled his lips, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

That melting gaze fell on Bai Hemian's body, softer than the wind, more desolate than a kiss.

He almost shed tears, he no longer had the righteousness and confidence he had when he refuted Feng Wobai just now, he just grabbed Feng Qisong's hand foolishly.

How did Feng Qisong tell him not to be afraid?

Obviously speaking for himself.

After experiencing the rain of swords, guns and swords, Feng Erye, who pretended to be crippled and endured humiliation, revealed his deep fragility for the first time after his younger brother uttered the curse that his deceased relative Jiuquan was uneasy.

But these words need not be said by Feng Wobai, they have quietly appeared in Feng Qisong's heart in countless silent nights.

All the dead relatives are watching.

Watching him fall in love with his younger brother's husband and wife, watching him escape from Jinling in embarrassment, trying to cut off his love with the excuse of studying, watching him lose his mind and take Bai Hemian as his own.

They are all watching.

A hundred years later, no, maybe a few years, maybe a few months, he will fall into hell amidst their reprimands and cursing, and his life will never be safe.

The century-old reputation of the Feng family was finally ruined in his hands.

"Brother Feng..."

"Brother Feng!"

Feng Qisong woke up suddenly, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and the red-eyed Young Master Bai anxiously called him beside him.

Feng Qisong wanted to smile at him, but the corners of his mouth could not reveal the slightest smile.

Bai Hemian was like a ball of fire, and it was his destiny to pounce on it.

"He Mian..." Feng Qisong raised his arm and caressed his cheek, his fingertips trembling slightly, "Do you blame me?"

Bai Hemian asked tremblingly, "What's your fault?"

"Blame me for forcing you into the house."

He shook his head desperately: "Second Brother Feng, don't say that, I...I..." Many words were stuck in his chest, like a torrential rain that had accumulated for many days, looking for an opportunity to pour down.

"That's all." Feng Qisong didn't wait for his opportunity, "Let's go home."

While breathing, Second Master Feng returned to normal. He glanced at the stunned reporters: "Qian Shan, go teach them how to write news."

"Okay, Second Master, I'll go right away." Qian Shan hurriedly responded, led two guards, and quickly led away the reporters in front of the city gate.

"Send the third child home." Feng Qisong carried Bai Hemian onto the horse and looked down at his younger brother, "From now on, you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission."

"Second Brother!" Feng Wobai called out blankly.

"Let's go." Feng Qisong ignored it, and headed into Jinling City.

The mighty team is like a knife that has been sharpened and has seen blood, cutting through the luxurious Jinling City. Eight times.

He wanted to hug Feng Qisong and say "I'm here", and also wanted to tell Feng Qisong that he had never really had a heart for Feng Laosan.

However, thousands of words seemed to be evaporated by the scorching sun, he only knew to look at the hands folded in front of his waist.

Feng Qisong used to carefully hold him with these hands, begging him not to think his blood-stained hands were dirty.

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky.

The summer rains are coming hard.

At the moment when the dazzling lightning tore the sky, Bai Hemian's heart was clear. He finally understood that Feng Qisong liked him.

The downpour wet the team that had just entered the city, but it couldn't dampen their momentum.

Feng Qisong took off his general uniform, and put it on the shoulders of Bai Hemian, who was drenched in water, until he entered the house, and he never spoke a word to him, and he didn't even meet his eyes.

So Second Master Feng, who hurriedly left the closed house, did not notice that the extremely embarrassed Young Master Bai was crying.

His tears were mixed with the cold rain, falling drop by drop on his cheeks.

Ever since the Bai family fell into trouble, Bai Hemian had never cried bitterly, but now he couldn't bear the sourness in his heart, and watched Feng Qisong's leaving back sobbing loudly.

He originally thought that Feng Qisong married him to protect the face of the Feng family, to fulfill the marriage contract between the Feng family and the Bai family many years ago, and to create the illusion that he was really disabled and broken.

He guessed everything, but the only thing he refused to believe was that Feng Qisong married him because he loved him.

Bai Hemian cried for a while, then squatted in front of the bedroom door and wiped away her tears.

He was not a cowardly person, and now that he knew what Brother Feng wanted, he had a new plan.

Bai Hemian called two nursing homes and told them to go and see Feng Laosan, make sure he knelt down in the ancestral hall to repent honestly, and when Qian Shan came back, he urged the servants to boil water, saying that he needed to take a bath.

"Young master, the second master just stood up and has a lot of things to deal with. He may not be able to come back to eat at night." Qian Shan was also covered in water. When he saw Bai Hemian, he repeated Feng Erye's words, "Second master Let you not wait for him, rest early after eating."

Bai Hemian's fingers hanging by his side moved, knowing that Feng Qisong was hiding from him, so he didn't get annoyed, and just ordered: "The hot water can't be stopped, Second Brother Feng also got caught in the rain."

"Okay." Qian Shan thought that their relationship was getting better, cheerfully fetched him a bath, and then went to arrange dinner.

Bai Hemian tried to calm down. After taking a bath and eating, he leaned against the bedside and read a book for half the night. Then he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep in a daze with his pillow in his arms. In his dream, there was a man wearing a big red flower and riding a tall horse. Second Brother Feng carried him out of the sedan chair.

"Second Brother Feng!" Young Master Bai woke up screaming, the half-closed window was illuminated by the lightning flashing outside the window.

There was a layer of faint water marks on the window sill.

It was still cold around him, Feng Qisong did not come back.

Bai Hemian got up drowsily, and for some reason, the premonition of uneasiness became stronger. He called "Qianshan" twice, but his voice was covered by the dull thunder.Bai Hemian had no choice but to get up, found an umbrella, and walked into the courtyard by himself.

Most of the lanterns around were extinguished, and the rest were glowing dimly in the wind and rain.

Bai Hemian walked forward step by step, and unknowingly came to the East Wing.He hesitated for a moment, raised his leg and walked in.

The door of the east wing was not closed tightly.

Bai He slept like falling into an ice cellar, he tremblingly pushed the door open, and the cold and damp draft came blowing in his face.

Beside the door, there was a bean lamp fluttering in the wind and rain.

Bai Hemian bent down and picked up the candle holder, the thunder he threw behind the door became more and more intense, as if it wanted to split the world apart.

The tenacious Candle couldn't escape the fate of being overthrown by Young Master Bai in the end.

The jumping flame struggled in vain for a moment, and finally went out at the corner of the bed.

But it was that faint light that allowed Bai Hemian to see clearly Feng Qisong who was kneeling upright beside the bed.

Feng Qisong was kneeling, with his waist straight, like a spear standing between the sky and the earth.

Ambitious men in this world only kneel with their parents. Feng Qisong lost his parents when he was young, and his eldest brother is also his brother and father, so this kneeling is open and frank.

Of course, I have a guilty conscience.

Bai Hemian's lips moved, and after the fire was extinguished, he was unable to utter a single word for a long time.He was sure that Second Brother Feng heard his footsteps, but the man didn't even turn his head.

"Second Brother Feng." Another thunderclap sounded, and Bai Hemian rushed over.

He tugged on Second Brother Feng's sleeve, and suddenly felt that the iron gray military uniform was not as scary as before.

"Second Brother Feng, if you are angry with me, you can beat me and scold me!" Bai Hemian hugged Feng Qisong's waist tightly, "Why do you bother to make things difficult for yourself?"

"...Thousands of mistakes, all my fault." He posted a patch of icy rain, Feng Qisong was still wearing a military uniform that had already been soaked, "I wanted to take revenge on Third Master Feng, and I deliberately hung him , I did those seemingly inappropriate things, I just want him to know..."

"Know what?" Feng Qisong interrupted him, in his hoarse voice was hidden the bitterness that Bai Hemian couldn't understand before, but now he could hear it plainly.

He put his face on the back of Brother Feng's neck, sucking the salty rainwater with his wet and hot lips.

His heart was beating like a drum, and beside his ears were the dense raindrops that almost covered the sound of his breathing: "I know that I have no feelings for him."

"...I am willing to marry you."