Chapter 669 Feng Family Funeral 7

1.

When the spring weather panted and ran to the school playground, under the dim light of the street lights on the side of the playground, what Spring saw was Feng Xiaofeng's thin figure running around the playground like crazy, with roaring shouts and painful whimpering in his mouth.

Spring's heart couldn't help but tremble, and Spring understood how hard this sudden loss of mother would be for this child, who was only more than ten years old. This kind of pain is just a labor pain now, but slowly this labor pain will precipitate little by little over time, accumulate little by little, and finally accumulate into a heavy pain, and this kind of pain may follow this poor child for a lifetime.

Spring sighed deeply, stood on the edge of the playground and lit a cigarette and smoked silently, quietly watching the poor children running and shouting wildly all over the playground.

Spring knew that what Feng Xiaofeng needed now was to vent, to vent the unbearable pain in his heart with shouts and torture himself. Spring didn't want to disturb the poor child, who was already immersed in the world of pain, and Spring wanted to give him some time and space to let the poor child slowly wake up on his own.

For a long time, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, how long it has been Spring I don't know, I only know that my feet are full of cigarette butts, and Spring's throat has also become dry and painful from excessive smoking.

Spring's eyes always followed the thin figure running in the dark on the playground, finally, Feng Xiaofeng was tired of running, and he had vented enough, the poor child staggered and sat on the ground, and then there was a heart-rending howl, but this cry was no longer as loud and high-pitched as before, but became a little hoarse and weak, and the poor child's body was so tired that it almost collapsed.

Spring sighed deeply again, and slowly walked to Feng Xiaofeng's side, Spring squatted down and reached out to take the poor child into his arms.

Feng Xiaofeng took advantage of the situation and cried bitterly in the arms of the spring, but the spring did not feel a trace of tears, and the poor child had already dried up the tears.

"Uncle..." After a long time, Feng Xiaofeng stopped sobbing, raised his childish little face to look at Spring and said, "I want my mother..."

"Okay..." Spring reached out and touched the top of Feng Xiaofeng's head, and patted him on the back again, "Then let's go home!" Xiaofeng is a good boy, don't cry or make trouble when we go back, and stay with my mother quietly, okay?"

Feng Xiaofeng nodded heavily, and for a while, Spring felt that this poor child had suddenly grown up.

2.

Spring reached out and pulled Feng Xiaofeng as he stood up, Feng Xiaofeng stood up obediently, and the two of them snuggled up to each other and walked back slowly.

The late night of early autumn has already had a hint of coolness, the dew is getting heavier and heavier, the slight night breeze blows, and the spring body has goosebumps. Feng Xiaofeng, who was thinly dressed, also felt a trace of coldness, and his thin body leaned against Spring's body, and Spring stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around Feng Xiaofeng's shoulders, passing his body temperature to his body.

On the road, Spring softly enlightened Feng Xiaofeng. Spring told him that there is a death in life, and people cannot be resurrected after death, which is the law of nature that no one can violate, even our closest people are no exception; Spring also told him that it is better to be free as soon as possible than to let his mother live and suffer from illness; Spring also told him that although his mother is gone, she will always accompany him in heaven, and his mother hopes to see a happy and healthy child...

Every time Spring finished speaking, Feng Xiaofeng would frown and think for a while, and then nod heavily. Spring understands that this poor child has begun to learn to accept reality and face it.

After arriving home, Feng Xiaofeng really said hello to Feng Changxi, Feng Shu and Xu Dan in the hall first, and then took a small Mazha to the bedroom, sat quietly in front of the bed alone, stretched out a pair of slender little hands to hold Liu Shuzhen's already cold left hand tightly, did not cry or make trouble, just quietly looked at his mother who had passed away for a long time.

Feng Xiaofeng's well-behaved and sensible made Feng Shu, a sturdy man, burst into tears, and this situation also made Feng Changxi's mood extremely excited, his lips kept trembling, and his face was already full of tears.

3.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and it was nearly midnight, and Spring and Xu Dan left the Feng family under Feng Shu's repeated persuasion.

After washing, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when he was lying on the bed, but Chun and Xu Dan did not feel the slightest sleep, Spring pondered that he should go to Feng's house tomorrow to help do something, and Xu Dan was worried about the young Feng Xiaofeng, worried that the child would not be able to stand such a big blow, and worried that no one would take care of the child in the future.

This night, Spring and Xu Dan stayed awake all night.

The Feng family also didn't sleep all night.