Feng Yi group?

Feng Yi group! Feng Yi group!!

Bai Lotian knew his life experience for the first time, knew his name, his eyes were red, his throat shook up and down, and many words were pressed in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

"Yes, yes, I'm Feng Yiqun!" Bai Lotian shouted loudly, the voice was so loud that even he himself was startled, like a volcanic eruption that had been silted for many years.

Bai Letian's tears slipped down like beads, and he threw himself into Professor Feng's arms, crying out like a child.

Professor Feng gently patted him on the shoulder, whispered persuasion, and comforted him until he stopped sobbing and his mood gradually calmed down.

After Bai Lotian calmed down, he recounted his experience, and sure enough, Feng Yiqun came back.

"The sky has eyes!" Style, with his hands outstretched, looking up at the sun, "My son and grandson have returned to their hometown, and they have found a way to save the canyon, which is the favor and mercy of the heavens for our wind department. ”

"Listen, everyone, in the future, Bai Lotian will be Feng Yiqun. "He is not only my assistant, but also my nephew. ”

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd to celebrate the return of the two men.

Bai Manshuang took a deep breath, held the copper heart in his hand, and knocked into the center of the five-pointed star. At this point, the pattern becomes complete.

There was a "bang", and the side of the ship--- where Feng Yiqun was standing, separated to the left and right, and slowly slid down a blue and white metal ladder from the ship.

"Hope", three big golden characters slowly appeared, like engraved on the sails of a sailboat, shining with a faint brilliance.

"The predicament facing the earth urgently requires our efforts and even our lives. Professor Feng glanced at the open cabin, "We need to work together to overcome the difficulties together, and it is time for us to make a choice." ”

With that, Professor Feng hugged the style tightly, and then, without hesitation, stepped onto the spiral staircase, stepped onto the sailboat, and sat down.

"I will follow the professor until I die, we are of the same clan and ancestor, and his goal is my pursuit. ”

Feng Sheng rubbed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he looked left and right, maybe it was the best choice to follow Professor Feng at this time. He squeezed out a stiff smile on his face, waved to everyone, and stepped onto the sailboat, sitting next to Professor Wind, close to the rudder.

Feng Yiqun looked at Bai Manshuang, his eyes were warm and full of anticipation. He looked at Professor Feng and held out his hand to Bai Manshuang.

"I hope you can join us. Feng Yiqun said seriously.

Bai Manshuang took two steps back and glanced at the wind in the cabin, "You have your own mission, and I have my own home." Sometimes, no matter how good the scenery in the distance is, it is always ethereal, and I only like the flying phoenix. ”

Disappointment crept up on Feng Yiqun's face, instantly making his eyes dull and pale, like a withering blue hyacinth.

At the moment when Feng Yiqun stepped on the spiral staircase, he turned around and walked towards Bai Manshuang, holding an envelope in his hand, "I hope you are healthy and happy!" After speaking, he handed the envelope to Bai Manshuang, and then walked into the cabin without looking back.

Once they were seated, the sailboat roared, the spiral ladder was retracted, and the hatch closed. The crowd hurriedly stepped back and craned their necks to look at the sailboat.

The colors of the sailboat change rapidly, silver, gold, lake blue, blue, pink, different colors change instantly, the two masts are tilted to the left and right sides, slowly flattened, and the sails are opened, like two wings, separated on the sailboat.

Feng Yiqun rested his hands on the rudder, like driving a car, started the engine and pulled up the gear.

The roar grew louder in an instant, and the air currents on both sides of the sailboat lifted the dust on the ground.

In everyone's astonished gaze, the sailboat took off into the air, passed through the gap in the middle of the vault of the "Houshan Holy Grotto", rose straight into the blue sky, and disappeared between the sun and white clouds.

Bai Manshuang watched them disappear into the sky in a daze, unable to control it anymore, tears rained down, and she cried bitterly.

In the tears, the scenes of the past flashed in front of her, and she couldn't help it.

When she was in prison, he was the one who stood up and saved her from danger, when she was weak, he stretched out his arm and gushed blood into her veins, when she was weak and lay in bed, he stayed with her all night, when she was happy, he was excited, when she was depressed, he cried bitterly, and when she was sad and wept, he silently handed her a handkerchief......

Feng Yiqun's thoughts, she understood.

Her mind, I hope Feng Yiqun can understand. She seemed to hear the faint voice of the wind in the wind: I am far away, but my heart is still there!

Bai Manshuang walked into a dense forest, the cool breeze was blowing, and she felt the shadows of the wind and the clouds everywhere, lingering, no matter where she went, his eyes followed closely.

Professor Feng has great love, a broad mind, and forged ahead bravely for the sake of his goals, which deserves respect.

The sound of the wind, that is, Yuhong, broke into her mind, and she was entangled. It seems unintentional, but in fact, she sabotaged Yuhong's plan. She couldn't tell why she did this, it was instinctive, it was subconscious, maybe in the time she spent with Professor Feng and Feng Yiqun, a kind of trust was established between people, a feeling of mutual care, which has nothing to do with historical grievances, this has nothing to do with tribal hatred.

She leaned against a huge eucalyptus tree, her palms dragging her cheeks, tears streaming down her cheeks, her shoulders gently undulating, and then she covered her face and began to cry.

Finally, the crying stopped, and she tore open the envelope in her hand, and inside was a piece of paper, on which was a poem, the handwriting was upright and powerful, and every word was like Feng Yiqun's face jumping.

The most beautiful for you

May you be a lotus blooming in summer

The smoke and rain are as clear as ever

Lightly fragrant as ink

The years have passed

May you be the spring that rushes down

The sea is as cheerful as the sea

Rocks rain

Achieve your elegant water blue

May you release a bluebird

Take your Qingcan

Bring your blue

Fly by the morning and evening of time

May the years be promising

There's always someone

Not afraid of wind and rain

At the next intersection

Hold up an umbrella for you

I'm waiting for a flower to bloom

You're waiting for an umbrella to come

Bai Manshuang folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, put the envelope in the pocket near his heart, stretched out his palm again, and patted it gently. She sighed, her eyebrows furrowed.

The love poem slipped from her fingertips to her heart, and she said silently:

"Feng Yiqun: The distance between me and you is only the thickness of a piece of paper. This world, except for you, is empty in my eyes. It turns out that your surname is not 'white', that is the color of the Himalayas, your surname is 'wind', you have taken everything from me, maybe my name should be 'wind and frost'!"