Song Yanqing raised his eyes, put the book down, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his lips: "Was the Feng family lucky before?"

After Song Yanqing's reminder, Feng Qianen realized that something was wrong.

In the past, the Feng family did everything smoothly, and even if the juniors in the family were unproductive, they were at least smooth sailing, and they had never heard any news of failure.

The most outstanding ones have succeeded in everything.

Children like them have different resources and enjoy different nature.

Even Feng Qianen himself felt that he was very lucky in everything he did, even in small things like playing dice with people in a bar, he basically never lost.

Now, he felt like something was wrong, and everything seemed to be turned around.

He had heard his mother say something strange about the Feng family before, but now his heart was beating, and he had an ominous premonition, and subconsciously asked Song Yanqing: "Brother, is there something wrong with us?"

Song Yanqing stood up and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "No, don't worry too much." ”

He walked over to the bookshelf, put the book in his hand back to its original place, and instead began to look for something along the shelf.

While looking for it, he naturally asked Feng Qianen: "Qianen, aunt and uncle, how many years have you been married?"

"Twenty-five years. ”

Feng Qianen replied subconsciously.

Feng Qianen's parents are also a pair of beautiful conversations in the circle, and for twenty-five years, I really haven't even heard a little bit of Feng Qianen's father's lace news.

Everyone said that it was not his father who hid it well, after all, it was in a chaotic place like the Feng family.

However, there is really no trace of it.

He came home from work every day, and he had a deep affection with her mother, Floice, better than the relationship between father and son.

Feng Qianen didn't know why her cousin suddenly asked this question.

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes, thought about it carefully, and said, "What I told you, don't tell your aunt for the time being, if there is anything, you can tell your aunt again." This is that there are some things that you should let go, and if you have the opportunity, you can also tell your father this word. ”

Feng Qianen's pupils shrank, he always felt that his cousin was not simple, although he was weak when he was a child, and he was rumored to have almost died some time ago, but after he came back to life, he always felt that his cousin had changed dramatically.

The person is still the same person, it just feels ......

He's even more mysterious.

There is always an ethereal temperament in him, in other words, if his cousin says that he is a master of the world, he absolutely believes it.

He asked, "Brother, do you know anything?"

Song Yanqing stopped rummaging, fingered, turned his head, and smiled mildly at the corner of his lips: "What do you think I know?"

Feng Qianen: "......"

Even if he knew, he wouldn't say.

Feng Qianen doesn't like others to hide it from him, but the object is his cousin, and he doesn't dare to ask if he knows that there is a problem.

I can't help but feel a little worried.

What does my cousin mean when he says this, what is it that he wants to let go?

Why do you tell your mother ......?

Feng Qianen: "Brother, why don't you tell me in person?"

Song Yanqing said: "You are her son, and I am just her nephew." ”

Some words must be spoken by those closest to them in order to be so convincing.

Song Yanqing had already been beaten once, and if his aunt didn't believe it, it was impossible for him to say it again.

(End of chapter)