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"He Mian!" In a daze, he heard Feng Qisong's exclamation, mixed with Feng Laosan's crazy cry, squeezed into his ears.

Bai Hemian got even more angry, he wiped his mouth indiscriminately, threw away Feng Qisong, rushed outside the room and punched and kicked Feng Wobai.

——What are you, dare to pretend to be Brother Feng?

——If it wasn't for your surname Feng, I would have slapped you to death!

——It caused me to struggle for so long, I feel disgusted when I see you!

The curse in Bai Hemian's heart couldn't be uttered at all, because he wanted to throw up again.

"Okay, okay." Feng Qisong rushed out, took Bai Hemian's arm, hugged him back to the main hall dumbfounded, and coaxed him in front of him, "Hemian, calm down, I'll teach him a lesson for you."

Feng Wo Boku, whose nose was bruised and swollen from the beating, sat on the ground, pinched the bare duck bone, and smirked: "You are back, you are all back."

"Third Master..." Qian Shan hesitantly pulled Feng Wobai up from the ground.

"Since you're crazy, why don't you just give it to Chen Beidou." Feng Qisong patted Bai Hemian's back, a glint of sternness flashed in his eyes, "Do it like it, don't throw it directly at Chen's house, understand what I mean? "

Of course Qian Shan understood, and immediately dragged Feng Wobai straight to the door.

Without Feng Laosan, the Feng family returned to its original calm.Bai Hemian was escorted back to the bedroom by Feng's second brother, lying on the bed and twitching.

His skin was already fair, and he vomited a few times, his face was almost transparent, but when he met Feng Qisong's gaze, he blushed, as if he had a fever.

Feng Qisong pressed the young master on the bed, took off his coat, and even confiscated the letter with Bai Hemian's baby: "Rest first, I will ask Qian Shan to order the kitchen to make soup for you again."

"I don't want duck soup." He felt sick when he thought of the soup Feng Wobai had eaten.

"Okay, no duck soup."

"Brother, stay with me." Bai Hemian grabbed a small piece of Feng Qisong's clothes.

Feng Qisong sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand.But Bai Hemian was restless, he sneaked up to Brother Feng's legs, trying to get the letter back.

"It's all yours." Feng Qisong put his own letter and the letter from Bai Hemian beside his pillow, "Don't worry."

Young Master Bai immediately gathered the letter in his arms, and lay down happily.

He looked at Feng Qisong's face under the light, always wanting to reach out and take off those cold gold-rimmed glasses.Because the mirror reflected cold light, Er Ye Feng looked a little unkind.

"Second Brother Feng," Bai Hemian suddenly changed his expression as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe, "Why didn't you tell me that you are a regular customer?"

"Not suitable."

"Why isn't it appropriate?" He raised his voice sharply.

Feng Qisong smiled faintly: "You love me now, so you think it's appropriate, but if you were the former you, would you be happy to receive a letter signed by Feng Qisong in Hualou?"

Bai Hemian choked.He had a marriage contract with Third Master Feng, so even if he had already thought of regretting the marriage, he would definitely be flustered when he suddenly received a letter from his fiancé's brother.Not to mention that every word in the letter is entwined with love, which is against ethics.

If he doesn't write thousands of words in eloquence and scolds back, he will be in good temper.

"Then you shouldn't have kept it from me for so long." Bai Hemian murmured.

Who can understand his suffering?

First, she was annulled by the third master and became the laughing stock of Jinling City. Then she was forced to marry by the second master, endured the torture of Gang Chang, and finally lost her soul because of her own heartbeat.

"Second Brother Feng, you are so cruel." Bai Hemian turned over holding the letter, not wanting to talk to Feng Qisong.

It happened that Qian Shan brought hot soup.The hot kidney soup is served in a white porcelain bowl.

Bai Hemian took a few sips from the bowl, then lay down again, holding the quilt between his legs, feeling the letter in his arms in a daze.After the joy of knowing the truth receded, what followed was boundless loneliness.

Second brother Feng, why didn't he say it earlier?Is he not acting like he loves him enough?

Bai Hemian couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked him, "Second Brother Feng, do you really like me?"

The boy's righteousness collides with Feng Qisong's taciturnity, his love is like a fire, jumping in Feng Qisong's frozen heart.

Feng Qisong looked into Bai Hemian's eyes, and the love that reached his mouth was stuck deep in his throat because of the memory of his elder brother's face.

But Feng Qisong still said it.

"Love."

After finishing speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of wind mixed with the smell of blood.

The heavy shackles that belonged exclusively to Feng Qisong returned.The difference between him and Feng Wobai is probably that even if he knew that he would be accused by his elder brother in a hundred years, he still wanted to marry Bai Hemian back.

And the third child... chose to escape.

But what is the difference after all?They all failed Feng Qingzhu's expectations.

"You rest first," sparks floated from the stove beside the bed, Feng Qisong didn't want to tell Bai Hemian his elder brother's dying words, so he got up and said, "I'll go for a walk."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Bai closed his eyes in pain.Feng Qisong's leaving footsteps are mixed with wind and snow, like a traveler returning at night.Fortunately, the traveler stopped when he got under the window.

The subtle sound of the flame burning was very soft, like Bai Hemian's hallucination.He opened his eyes a little, and found a scarlet spot on the window.

That spot of light reflected Feng Qisong's tall and straight figure on the window, and the cold wind howled, the shadow seemed to be blown away at any moment.

Bai Hemian looked at it, fascinated, he liked a person, he liked someone very purely, he liked the advantages, but also tolerated the disadvantages.

Feng Qisong is a good listener, but not a perfect confidant.The Second Master Feng of Jinling City cannot and should not be a confidant.

But Bai Hemian wanted to hear what Feng Qisong had to say.

He turned over again, put on his short jacket, got up tremblingly, followed Feng Qisong's leaving footsteps, and ran to the window sill.

Bai Hemian remembers that Feng Qisong didn't smoke often before, but now Erye Feng is skillfully holding a cigarette in his mouth, tilting his head slightly, looking at him sharply when he approaches, and when he meets his gaze, his expression is quick again. Soften it down.

"It's cold outside, what are you doing out here?"

"Second brother Feng, don't you say that you are a regular customer, do you think... that I will reject you? Do you think that I don't like you enough?" Bai Hemian was not afraid, and persistently asked, "Brother, I understand... When I was tempted by you, I was also very entangled, because I was afraid that you would care that I had regular customers. "

Bai Hemian thought, Feng Qisong's mood should be very similar to his own.

"You..." Feng Qisong put out the cigarette by the window sill, and scratched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Always be straightforward.

"Don't think so much." Feng Qisong lowered his head to touch Bai Hemian's forehead, and the faint smell of tobacco enveloped him in an instant—it wasn't the sour smell emanating from the old smoker, but a cool breath mixed with the north wind. .

"Can……"

"Go back, it's going to snow again." Feng Qisong interrupted Young Master Bai, gently stroking his cheek, as if nothing had happened, and became that gentle and refined Second Master Feng again.

Bai Hemian was in a trance for a while, remembering that not long ago, that Feng Qisong who was sitting in a wheelchair smiled at him like this.

He was vaguely uneasy.

Feng Qisong was also uneasy, and his uneasiness stemmed from memories.

That memory of blood and tears was deeply rooted in Feng Qisong's mind, not because he didn't want to forget it, but because he didn't dare to forget it.

That was his own elder brother, the eldest brother of the Feng family who supported the Feng family with his own strength. He died with regret at the end of his life. He was worried about him, the third child, and the entire Feng family.

He refused to reveal the identity of his regular customers, not because he didn't trust Bai Hemian, but because he didn't trust himself.Can a man who even violated the expectations of his biological elder brother bring happiness to the young master of the Bai family?

Feng Qisong was always doubting himself on this matter.

His strategizing could not be used on Bai Hemian, and his schemes were useless.He knelt before his elder brother's bed and was lost, and he also confessed in the ancestral hall, but everything was not worth his love for Bai Hemian.

The sin of betraying his elder brother's trust and not educating the third child well belonged to him alone, not to Bai Hemian.

He is enough for the person who bears the shackles.

He is willing to be a sinner of the Feng family, living in the shadows, but his Hemian is not wrong, he should live a carefree life under the sun for the rest of his life.

The wind blew away the soot from Feng Qisong's fingertips, and Bai Hemian's heart was also suspended.He didn't understand why Feng Qisong sighed, he only knew that Feng Qisong was not only worried about himself.

Suppressing bandits is the right thing to do.

He is very forgetful, how sad he is when he questioned Feng Qisong, and how happy he is when he sticks to Feng Qisong.He pulled Second Brother Feng back to the house, took off his clothes and buried him under the quilt. After getting up the next day, he didn't allow Qian Shan to enter the house, because the news brought by his servants might take Feng Qisong away from him.

But Bai Hemian has a sense of proportion. At most, he would just stand by the desk, making a pot of tea absent-mindedly, while listening to Feng Qisong talking to Qian Shan, while pouring the tea into the crystal clear tea bowl.

"Brother, drink tea." Bai Hemian whispered, "It's not hot anymore."

Feng Qisong took it, and hugged him in his arms by the way: "Isn't it boring to stay indoors all the time?"

"It's not stuffy, it's cold outside." Bai Hemian held up the tea bowl, his eyes flickered, "Look, it's snowing."

Snowing.

The snow in Jinling City is like a woman in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with tender feelings.

But this kind of snow is not gentle in Bai Hemian's eyes, especially when the latest telegram brought by Qianshan is urging Feng Laosan to suppress the bandits, the fine snow can also crush Bai Hemian's tense nerves.

"Second Brother Feng, do you have to go?" His hand holding the tea bowl trembled slightly.

Bai Hemian knew it was a stupid question.

Since the Feng family chose this path, the Feng family's son Lang could not escape the fate of going to the battlefield.What's more, a bloody man, who doesn't want to kill the enemy and serve the country?

"Take me with you." Bai Hemian said, "I can ride a horse, as long as you teach me how to use a spear..."

"Nonsense." Feng Qisong calmly cut off his remaining words, "He Mian, suppressing bandits is no fun."

He bit his lower lip: "I..."

"People will be injured and people will die. My elder brother died on the battlefield." Feng Qisong rubbed his head, without any accusation in his tone, but Bai Hemian was already hoarse with sadness.

How did he forget?

Feng Qingzhu died in the suppression of bandits.

"I'm not here to die," Feng Qisong bent down, looking straight into his eyes, "I'm here for revenge."

Bai Hemian was shocked.

Feng Qisong raised the corners of his lips, his tense shoulders slightly bent: "He Mian, you understand me."

He pouted and shook his head angrily, but he knew that he understood.

Whoever changed, as long as you have the heart, you will understand.

Revenge is a long and painful wait. Some people forget their original intentions while waiting, and some people feel compassion at the last moment. Only a very small number of people stick to it.

Feng Qisong is such a person.

He has been dormant for many years, keeping a low profile, just to kill his enemies and comfort his elder brother's spirit in heaven.

Also for my own heart that is full of regrets but refuses to turn back.