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Feng Qingzhu has been dead for many years.

When Feng Qisong thought of his elder brother, his heart ached.

The death of a close relative of flesh and blood has been his heart disease for many years.

How many times he dreamed back at midnight, Feng Qisong kept going back to that day, looking at the sad eyes of his elder brother before he died.

But Feng Wobai didn't see the last side of Feng Qingzhu back then, how could he be so frightened?

Feng Qisong faintly had some bad guesses, his face sank like water.

He got up, stood by the bed, and looked down at the crazy Feng Wobai: "Third brother, what do you want to say?"

Feng Wobai twitched and foamed at the mouth.

Feng Qisong raised his gun-carrying hand again, and gently picked off the collar of Feng Laosan, followed his thin chest all the way down, and finally touched it.

"say."

"Brother!" Feng Wobai passed out because of being overly frightened.

Feng Qisong stood motionless for a long time, like a pitch-black statue.

Qian Shan waited outside the house for a long time, but Feng Qisong came out and knocked on the window anxiously: "Second master!"

Feng Qisong wakes up like a dream.

"Second Master," Qian Shan pushed the window open a small crack, and dared not speak loudly because he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the house, "You..."

"It's nothing." Feng Qisong, who was silent for a long time, put away his gun, straightened his collar, and walked out of the third child's bedroom without looking back.

"Is the young master awake?" Feng Qisong asked.

"No, if Young Master Bai wakes up, he will look for you all over the world."

Feng Qisong seemed to be about to laugh, but stopped as soon as the smile spread to the corners of his lips: "Lock the third child's room for me."

"Second Master?"

"Seal the windows as well." Feng Qisong took out his gun again, and used the barrel to lift up the half-covered windows, looking inside, as if looking into an endless abyss.

"...Use a black cloth, don't let in the light." Feng Erye said quietly, "No matter what he said, remember to report it to me."

Qian Shan silently agreed, and when Feng Qisong left, he immediately called for someone to seal up Feng Wobai's bedroom, and then covered all the windows with black cloth.

Feng Qisong returned to his bedroom with a gloomy expression, his eyes slowly melted when he saw Young Master Bai showing half of his foot on the edge of the bed.

He still has Hemian, so it's not like he has nothing.

At dawn, Bai Hemian woke up once.

He groped with his eyes closed, his fingertips touched the warm chest, and trembled, as if to confirm who was lying next to him, he burrowed into the thin clothes and fumbled.

Feng Qisong pretended to be sound asleep, and waited for Young Master Bai's paws to reach his legs, then suddenly turned over and pressed them down.

Bai Hemian was startled half awake, put his head on Feng Qisong's outstretched arm, and pulled his hand vigorously.

Naturally, it cannot be drawn out.

Bai Hemian sighed in frustration, drowsiness hit him, and he fell asleep in Feng Qisong's arms.

Feng Wobai who woke up almost at the same time as him was not treated so well.

He stared round his eyes, looking at a point in the void, panting like a cow.

It took Feng Wobai more than ten minutes to recall the scene before he fainted, and then he was sweating profusely.

He didn't dare to look back, and everything in the darkness became the eyes of the eldest brother and the second brother.

They watched him, waited for him, moved closer and closer.

Feng Wobai felt that he was going to die.

Otherwise, how could he "see" Fengqingzhu and Fengqisong?

He also felt that there was a dead person lying beside him, maybe it was the eldest brother or the second brother, their icy breath sprayed behind his ears, and they were inseparable.

"Big Brother...Big Brother, don't blame me..." Feng Wobai was frightened crazy, he froze on the bed, muttering to himself, "It's your own fate, it's your fate!"

"...Who told you to go to suppress the bandits, you deserve it!"

"...Deserve it!" He yelled into the air, and also yelled at himself, "Second brother deserves it too! He knew he had offended Chen Beidou, yet he dared to go to the police station... You all deserve it..."

Feng Wobai roared, his voice sank, he curled up on the bed and turned over tremblingly.

In the dark night, the folded quilt looks like a beast with its bloody mouth wide open.

Feng Wobai froze for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a loud cry, and stretched out his hand to touch it—it was soft to the touch, it was a quilt.

As if he had been pardoned, he collapsed back and gasped for breath. Fang felt that his back was soaked in cold sweat, and the water-soaked cloth was stretched tightly on his back, like a thick armor.

Feng Wobai wanted to change clothes.

He got up from the bed and stumbled to the door, with his hands on the door panel, but he couldn't push the door open.

"What's the matter?" He became annoyed, kicked over, and there was a dull sound of the lock shaking outside the door.

Feng Wobai was stunned: "Who the hell dares to lock me?"

What answered him was the howling cold wind.

Feng Wobai's heart sank fiercely, and he finally noticed something strange.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but when he woke up, the window was still as dark as ink.He ran to the window and tentatively pushed it, as expected, the window was also locked, but Feng Wobai saw a faint light.

The soft light was like a flowing golden thread, swimming slowly in front of his eyes.

Feng Wobai stretched out his hand in vain, trying to catch the light, but after a gust of wind, the black cloth covering the window fell again, and he couldn't see anything.

Feng Wobai fell to the ground and fell into the dark prison.

Three poles in the sun.

Bai Hemian finished his breakfast refreshed, and then wandered around the yard holding the hot hand stove to digest his food.

Feng Qisong was still in suspended animation, and it was inconvenient to accompany him, so he was happy to eat the cakes specially made by Qianshan, and drank two bowls of gruel, until the servants couldn't stand it anymore, thinking that he was going to be exhausted , just give up.

"Is it going to snow again recently?" Bai Hemian raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sky, "It's so cold."

"Young Master, just go inside when it's cold." Qian Shan chased after him, muttering earnestly, "If you have a cold, you need to take some medicine."

"...The medicine is bitter. If you don't like it, the second master will be angry."

"As soon as the second master gets angry, he will send you to Huashan Hospital. Mr. Xun will not be sympathetic to you. He will give you an injection when he should! When the time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Bai Hemian got a headache from the nagging, so he wandered into a different hospital.

He stopped and looked at it for a moment: "The house with the black windows lives in Third Master Feng?"

Young Master Bai didn't notice anything unusual, he raised his eyebrows critically, recalled the slap that Feng Laosan had slapped him on the face, and snorted twice in displeasure.

Qian Shan said in a low voice, that Mr. Feng was drunk the night before, and he still hasn't woken up.

Hearing this, Bai Hemian gave an uninterested "hmm".

He was too lazy to argue with the wimpy.

What's more, Third Master Feng was his former regular customer, Bai Hemian wished he would never have any contact with Feng Wobai again.

But when he turned to leave, there were one or two wails from the house behind him, like a dying wild dog, hoarse and rough.

Bai Hemian shivered violently.

"Qian Shan, did you hear that?" Young Master Bai looked around in panic.

Qian Shan suppressed the emotion in his eyes: "What did you hear?"

"Someone seems to be calling..." Bai Hemian pricked up his ears and listened for a while, but he didn't hear anything. He thought he was hallucinating, and left in confusion.

Not long after he left, a hideous handprint suddenly appeared on the window covered with black cloth, and Feng Wobai screamed heartbreakingly: "Let me out!"

Accompanied by the north wind in a dark room, after a long time, people will have hallucinations, feeling that there are people watching them quietly in every void where their eyes fall.

Especially Feng Wobai.

He "saw" Feng Qingzhu who had been bombed to death, "saw" Feng Qisong covered in blood, and even saw himself strangled to death by his brothers resentfully.

"No... I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Feng Wobai hugged his head in pain, curled up under the window, hoping that the wind would blow the black cloth up again.

It's a pity that Qian Shan, who sent Bai Hemian back to the bedroom, came back again, carrying wooden boards and nails, and sealed the window completely without changing his face.

Bai Hemian, who was far away in the west wing, shivered again.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qisong put down the newspaper in his hand, and put his palm on his forehead, "But did you catch a cold?"

Bai Hemian recalled Qian Shan's nagging, as if facing a formidable enemy: "No."

"Lady Xun will come to see my legs later, so I'll help you too." Feng Qisong didn't give him a chance to retort, "Go and sit on the bed, I've already turned on the stove."

Bai Hemian reluctantly slumped onto the bed, took off his pants, and fell asleep.

He is afraid of getting sick and also afraid of taking medicine.

Young Master Bai's eyes rolled, and taking advantage of Feng Qisong's busy schedule, he got up quietly, saying that he was going to "release the water".

After leaving, he didn't come back until Mr. Xun came to the door.

Feng Qisong couldn't guess what he was thinking, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bai Hemian even asked Qian Shan to come back and spread the word, saying that he took off his clothes and was taking a bath. There are plenty, don't blame yourself.

Mr. Xun couldn't laugh or cry: "How dare I blame him?"

After finishing speaking, he put his hands on Feng Qisong's knees and groped intently: "Second Lord, your leg is already in good shape, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Thank you for these years." Feng Qisong put down his rolled-up trousers, but his mind was still on Bai Hemian, "It's just that Hemian's body is weak, so I need to trouble you in the future."

"It should be." Mr. Xun cheerfully packed the medicine box, got up and said goodbye.

"Oh, by the way, Second Master." Before leaving, Old Man Xun suddenly remembered something, "I have something to tell you."

"Please speak."

"Young Master Bai can give birth, you...be careful." Old Master Xun coughed lightly, "It's not easy for a man's wife to conceive, but there is no absolute, after all..."

Elder Xun didn't have the nerve to say the rest, but Feng Qisong understood the meaning of the words.

"I know." Second Master Feng sent the old man outside the door, his mind moved slightly.

He had talked with Bai Hemian about the child.

Feng Qisong thought he was very small and could only accommodate Bai Hemian, but if the young master was really pregnant, there would be no reason for him not to be happy.

A few drops of melted snow dripped from the eaves.

Feng Qisong collected his mind, stood in front of the house and waited for Bai Hemian to come back from the shower.But instead of the young master, he waited for a newspaper.

The newspaper's headline clearly stated that Deputy Commander Chen will pay homage to the deceased Second Lord of the Feng family in seven days' time.

There are also photos below.

The expressionless Chen Beidou was wearing a military uniform, riding on a horse, posing in a funny pose, and shot Feng Qi through the ink-stained newspaper.

boom!