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After the new year, spring begins in the blink of an eye.

Bai Hemian was young, and his injuries healed quickly, and he ran around the house in a wheelchair within a few days.

The wheelchair was left over from Feng Qisong's use, and it left a lot of dust at home. Before the young master used it, Qianshan washed it with water many times.

Bai Hemian was not used to it at first, and had to be pushed by Qian Shan, but after he figured out the trick, poor Qian Shan couldn't catch up to him.

Qian Shan often yelled in the courtyard under Feng Qisong's reproachful gaze: "Young master, come out quickly, don't hide!"

Bai Hemian usually hides for about ten minutes, waiting for Qianshan to collapse, and then Shi Shiran appears.

"Second Brother Feng." He called out with his hands in his pockets.

"Huh?" Feng Qisong replaced Qian Shan and pushed him to the bedroom.

Bai Hemian pricked up his ears, listening to the east and west, he had to get to the bottom of everything he heard.Feng Qisong was distressed that he couldn't see, and patiently described everything at home, but his attention was quickly shifted to other places, and before Second Brother Feng could finish speaking, he shook his wheelchair and hurried away.

The matter of the eyes cannot be rushed, but the matter of nourishing the body is imminent.

It was Qian Shan who came up with a solution first.

Coincidentally, Qian Shan went to Peiping on a business trip, and met Fang Yichi, He Liuye's husband and wife, in Tongrentang.

Fang Yichi is buying ginseng.

Qian Shan slapped his forehead: Yes, buy ginseng!

Qian Shan ran to talk to Fang Yichi, how could Fang Yichi not know about Feng Erye?When he heard that "Second Young Mistress" was ill, he went home immediately and took his own gift to Qianshan.

Fang Yichi said: "This is dug in the mountains, better than Tong Ren Tang."

Qian Shan thought it was decades old ginseng, so he took it back to Jinling in a daze. After cooking the soup, Mr. Xun happened to pass by, and he couldn't move when he heard it. He said that this ginseng was at least a hundred years old.

Qian Shan was scared out of his wits, consciously accepting the He family's love, pounced in front of Feng Qisong and wailed: "Second Master, what should I do?"

"Forget it, it's not that our family can't afford it." Feng Qisong couldn't laugh or cry, and asked Qian Shan to bring the ginseng soup to the young master, and sent a telegram to Beiping himself.

He Zuozhou returned quickly, but the content made Feng Qisong raise his eyebrows.

The telegram read: "What's the big deal? Thank you so much. Just wait for your wife to recover from illness and give me the little girl you gave birth to."

Feng Qisong would never agree to this matter.

The next day, another telegram came from Peking.

This telegram was more formal and sincere. It first expressed concern for Bai Hemian's condition, and finally said that the previous telegram was not sent by He Zuozhou, but by his unlucky boy He Shilin.

He Shilin received a severe beating for stealing the telegram from Second Master Feng, and sent a telegram to Jinling crying after a few days, saying that he would no longer be Feng Second Master's daughter.Of course, these are things for later.

The young master is staring at the hot ginseng soup in a daze.

Although he couldn't see it, the pungent smell really gave people a headache.

"Young master, take a sip anyway." Qian Shan persuaded earnestly, "This is the ginseng I brought back from Beiping City, it's a great tonic!"

Bai Hemian nodded absently, and continued to be in a daze.

"Why don't you drink it?" Feng Qisong came back from the outside and smelled the pungent smell of ginseng soup, "He Mian, be good, drink up the soup."

"It doesn't smell good." Bai Hemian turned his head and pulled up the buttons of his clothes.

Feng Qisong asked Qian Shan to go out first, walked to the table by himself, took a sip of the ginseng soup, and then leaned over to the young master's mouth.

Bai Hemian smacked his lips, hugged Feng Qisong's neck and drank a bowl of soup.

After drinking, Feng Qi Song wanted to hurt him, but when he lowered his head, he saw a few drops of scarlet blood emerging from the tip of Young Master Bai's nose.

Feng Qisong took a deep breath and held it in his heart, and he still didn't let go of calling for Mr. Xun.

After taking his pulse, Mr. Xun suppressed a smile and said, "Your anger is high."

It means that the [-]-year-old ginseng is too effective, and the young master has overdone it.

But it's better to overdo it than never make it up.Feng Qisong wiped Bai Hemian's nosebleed and coaxed him into bed.

In the beginning, Bai Hemian was normal, but at night, he became more energetic, and he wanted to listen to the story in Feng Qisong's arms.

Where can Feng Qisong tell stories?With a headache, I recalled some things when I was studying in Germany, and I was right to tell him a story.

He listened with gusto, interrupted and asked questions from time to time, Feng Qisong continued talking until midnight, his mouth was dry, he got out of bed and drank a glass of water, and when he looked back, Young Master Bai was still sprawled under the quilt in good spirits!

"He Mian, go to sleep." Feng Qisong returned to the bed and smiled wryly, holding a water glass to feed him.

Bai Hemian gulped down half a glass, still feeling unfinished: "Your story is not over yet."

Feng Qisong sighed.

He reacted: "Brother Feng, it's late, isn't it? Go to sleep."

Feng Qisong rubbed Bai Hemian's head, and lay beside him. Before he could close his eyes, a warm young master came into his arms.

Feng Qisong touched Bai Hemian's waist, without opening his eyes, he could follow the peony pattern on his waist all the way to his neck.Although Feng Qisong's movements were mainly to appease, but for the energetic Bai Hemian, it was no less than lighting a fire.

He hummed twice, then raised his head, there was water in his eyes, and the little flame also touched Feng Qisong's leg.

"He Mian..." Feng Qisong let go of his hands helplessly, "You!"

Bai Hemian also knew that he was too sensitive, so he huddled into a ball and rubbed his back pitifully.But he couldn't see, and when he was away from Feng Qisong, he felt uncertain, but within the time it took for him to breathe, he rushed back in panic.

"What else do you want to hear?"

"Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian held Feng Qisong's hand in surprise, "Are you not sleepy anymore?"

"Not sleepy." Feng Qisong pinched the tip of his nose.

Bai Hemian leaned over and put his head on Second Brother Feng's shoulder: "I know you're sleepy, so don't just accompany me..."

Young Master Bai didn't continue, because Feng Qisong kissed him.

The little flame that had faded quite a bit was rekindled, and Feng Qisong held it in his palm, pampering him for a long time.

But the exhausted Bai Hemian slept until dawn, then woke up again.

The ginseng soup he drank gave him boundless energy, and he crawled into Feng Qisong's arms, groping around.

Feng Qisong managed to fall asleep in the middle of the night, and he didn't open his eyes yet, because he knew that the person who moved was Bai Hemian, but he just grabbed his hand and fell into a deep sleep again.

Bai Hemian quarreled for a while, but he was at peace. After he lost his sight, he couldn't distinguish day from night, but his hearing got better and better. At this very moment, he could hear the morning birds chirping in the courtyard.

He realized that he had been pestering Second Brother Feng all night.

How could Bai Hemian have the nerve to make trouble again?He patiently waited for Feng Qisong to wake up, and then continued to toss hard.

The ginseng brought back by Qian Shan has been used for three months.

In the first month, Bai Hemian often had nosebleeds, but he got used to it later, a bowl of soup could keep him excited for three or four days.With ginseng, his body is getting better and better, but Feng Qisong is exhausted.

No matter how considerate Bai Hemian is, he still has a temper like a young master, and with a child in his belly, he often couldn't help but want to get close to Feng Qisong.

Feng Qisong solved Chen Beidou and completely got rid of the adverb in front of the commander. In addition to dealing with politicians from all sides, he had to get used to his young master when he returned home. After a long time, he actually lost weight.

This day when Feng Qisong came home, he didn't find Bai Hemian in the bedroom, he turned his head and saw that he was playing with his belly on the trunk of a pear tree in the courtyard.

Not knowing how Bai Hemian climbed up blind, Feng Qisong broke out in cold sweat on his back, rushed over in a few steps, reached out to grab the branch, and suddenly hugged the young master into his arms.

Bai Hemian shook his head with a smile: "Second Brother Feng, are you back?"

Feng Qisong gave a low "hmm".He never yells when he is angry, and always expresses his dissatisfaction in a more reserved and restrained way.

Feng Qisong carried Bai Hemian back to the bed, and locked the door behind his back: "Don't go out and run around in the future."

Young Master Bai was stunned: "Are you imprisoning me?"

He stood on the bed with his hips akimbo: "Okay, Feng Qisong, you imprisoned me once when you got married, and you want to imprison me a second time?"

"You try." Feng Qisong reached out to poke Bai Hemian's forehead, "If you don't want to be at home, go to Huashan Hospital."

"Brother Feng..."

"Send another hundred and eighty guards, if you don't believe you can still run out." After Feng Qisong finished speaking, seeing Bai Hemian huddled in the corner of the bed, he stretched out his hand to pull him back, "Are you still making trouble?"

"Stop making trouble." Bai Hemian replied softly.

He has a good attitude, but he doesn't know how convinced he is.

Feng Qisong sighed secretly, and said instead: "He Mian, I am much older than you."

"Just seven years old." Bai Hemian muttered.

"Well, seven years old." Feng Qisong took his hand and pressed it on his face, "He Mian, I am seven years older than you, and I am also seven years older than you. If you are angry with me again, we will be afraid Can't we grow old together..."

"Yes!" Bai Hemian hugged Feng Qisong's waist in horror, "Second Brother Feng, yes, we can grow old together."

Feng Qisong lowered his eyes and reached out to touch the smooth back of the young master's neck.

Afterwards, Bai Hemian was really good.

He is in good health, and he no longer needs to drink ginseng soup. He sits in a wheelchair all day, basking in the sun in the courtyard.

As the weather got hotter, he showed his bosom even more. Wearing thin and loose clothes, he could see the bulge of his lower abdomen.

Sometimes Feng Qisong would kneel on one knee next to Bai Hemian, leaning over to listen to his belly, and then for some reason, remembered the telegram from He Zuozhou's unlucky boy.

He told it to Young Master Bai as a joke.

Bai Hemian really couldn't help laughing: "That kid is quite interesting."

"How can we promise our children to them?" Feng Qisong shook his head, "The sayings of parents' order and matchmaker's words are already outdated."

Bai Hemian had suffered a disadvantage in marriage, upon hearing this, he nodded desperately: "Yes, you can't promise it to the He family."

"...However, the favor of ginseng must be returned." He changed the subject, "Second brother Feng, we should always return the gift to express our gratitude."

"I've already prepared it." Feng Qisong was more thoughtful than Bai Hemian, "A few days ago, Qian Shan found some good ancient ink, and sent someone to Peiping."

"Gu Mo?" Bai Hemian felt itchy, "I want it too."

"It's yours." Feng Qisong didn't know what he was thinking?The young master's share had long been reserved, but the reason why he didn't take it out was because of his eyes.

Invisible to the eyes, even the best ink is useless.

But Feng Qisong and Bai Hemian were open to it.

They have experienced everything, and they have witnessed the life and death of Ah Wen and Feng Qingzhu. Now as long as they are together, everything will be fine.

It's just that none of them expected that as soon as the child was born, Bai Hemian could see everything in an instant.

Thanks to the ginseng, Young Master Bai's birth was very smooth, and before Feng Qisong rushed in to see him, he himself yelled angrily: "Second Brother Feng, I can see again!"

Feng Qisong's mind moved slightly, he hugged his newborn daughter, and couldn't wait to see Bai Hemian.

Bai Hemian was sweating profusely, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He turned his head with great effort, stared at Feng Qisong, his eyes were red: "Second brother Feng, I... I finally... I finally saw you!"

As if reunited after a long absence, Bai Hemian hugged Feng Qisong's neck tightly, greedily looking at the face that had been imprinted in his heart.

He said tearfully, "Second Brother Feng, I miss you so much."

"Me too." Feng Qisong muttered to himself, "He Mian, me too."

And then, time passed like a fleeting moment, in the blink of an eye, Bai Hemian and Feng Qisong's daughter could walk and talk.

Feng Qisong named his daughter Rufu, and Young Master Bai thought it sounded nice, so he called it that. It wasn't until he looked up the medical books and saw the words "the medicine cures the disease, works like a drum", and he didn't think it was right.

Feng Qisong was commemorating that his eyes were healed when his daughter came.

But the matter has come to this point, Bai Hemian can't say anything.

Later, he and Feng Qisong turned off the lights for a rest, and suddenly sighed: "It feels like Chen Beidou...it's been a long time ago."

"Huh?" Feng Qisong took off Bai Hemian's pants naturally.

Young Master Bai raised his back cooperatively: "Second Brother Feng, tell me, isn't our life a little too ordinary now?"

Feng Qisong paused slightly, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.

"Well, a little bit."

Bai Hemian twisted a few times impatiently, and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Isn't it good?" Feng Qisong kissed him again.

Bai Hemian raised his arms and grabbed a couple of them in the air, and quickly grabbed Feng Qisong's shoulders, sinking into the lingering kiss.

Very good, Bai Hemian thought.

Their "plainness" has crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and experienced hardships and obstacles.

And all his unknown futures, Feng Qisong is there.

That is good.

You and the future are fine.