As Feng Qingqian approached, she could feel Feng Xiche's nervousness, and even his body slowly tensed.

Feng Xiche slowed down for a while before slowly speaking: "It's all a little problem, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

Feng Qingqian didn't let go of Feng Xiche's every move, his appearance made her heart throb for a while.

Feng Qingqian didn't give up, she suddenly hugged Feng Xiche's arm, and the whole person leaned up: "Little uncle is hiding, I don't know how much I miss you, let me look at you outside this East Pavilion for seven years." ”

Feng Xiche stiffened, and it took a long time before he replied, "It's my little uncle's fault." ”

Feng Qing squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Xiche, "Is there something that Uncle Xiao is hiding from me?"

Feng Xiche smiled naturally: "How come?"

Feng Qing's shallow claws moved uncomfortably and kindly on Feng Xiche's arm, and suddenly landed on that slender wrist.

The slender and slender rested on the cold skin, Feng Qingqian was surprised, and Feng Xiche was also surprised.

Feng Qingqian is because his skin is too cold, but Feng Xiche is subconsciously avoiding it.

Just once, both of them turned pale.

Feng Qingqian watched Feng Xiche withdraw his wrist excitedly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his apricot eyes.

She straightened up and sat aside obediently, ignoring the unnaturalness on Feng Xiche's face, Feng Qing said casually: "I heard that the little uncle has a wolf pen given by His Majesty today, I wonder if the little uncle may show it to Qianqian?"

Feng Xiche's pulse was weak, the same as the feeling he gave people.

But Feng Qingqian didn't know where the problems on his body were, the so-called doing more and making more mistakes, Feng Qingqian looked at Feng Xiche who showed a few flaws in his expression, she wanted him to do more.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Xiche's expression that had just relaxed became unnatural again, "It's over there, if you want to see it, let's go see it." ”

Feng Qingqian was puzzled: "Won't the little uncle help me get it?"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qingqian instantly realized that something was wrong.

Everything is normal with Feng Xiche, but since the two of them met alone, his legs have not moved.

An idea rolled through Feng Qingqian's head like thunder, and in an instant, his heart was like a knife.

A huge pain spread from his heart, and this pain made Feng Qingqian's eyes black for a while, and the world suddenly became quiet.

**

"Little uncle, little uncle! Little uncle, look at me!"

The sky was spinning in front of him, and suddenly the sun was shining, and there was a pleasant birdsong in his ears, Feng Qingqian was holding his light ink-like hair in front of him, and he was really pasting the face of the jade-like man.

Soon, she was held in the arms of the man.

Feng Qingqian finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, it was Feng Xiche.

"Where are you in trouble again?" the voice was as warm as the winter sun.

"I smashed the short-legged vase that my mother loved the most," Feng Qingqian's voice was not an ordinary grievance, her little head drooped, her mouth pursed, and she wanted to be more aggrieved.

Feng Xiche said with a smile: "The bantam vase hasn't been wronged yet, why are you wronged?"

"A shallow ass will be very aggrieved under my mother's hands," Feng Qingqian looked at Feng Xiche, who was full of jokes, dissatisfied.

Does the little uncle not love himself anymore? Does he have other children outside?

"Shallow. ”

"Hmm," Feng Qingqian thought that the little uncle in front of him was calling himself, and subconsciously replied.

Suddenly, she sensed that something was wrong, and the person in front of her was slowly disappearing.

The summer sun, the melodious birdsong, the jade people, the coefficient disappears.

Feng Qingqian opened his eyes, it was the antique room and Feng Xiche's worried pale face.

It was just a dream.

In the dream, the incident was so familiar, it seemed to be something that I had experienced.

Even the person in front of him became kind.

Her chest swelled, and she felt as if she had lost something very important.

"Shallow?" Feng Xiche called tentatively.

Feng Qingqian looked at it in confusion for a long time, and his heart was full of sorrow and could not be dispersed.

It seemed that he sensed that something was wrong with Feng Qingqian, and Feng Xiche was for a while

After a long time, Feng Xiche thought that Feng Qingqian didn't want to answer.

Feng Qingqian said softly: "Little uncle, I'm worried about you, I'm fine." ”

She got out of bed.

Feng Xiche put a handle on the side of the bed, and he sat in a wheelchair.

Feng Qingqian naturally put his hand on Feng Xiche's veins.

This time, Feng Xiche didn't hide.

"When did your leg break?"

Feng Xiche heard Feng Qingqian ask.

"Seven years ago. ”

"How is it broken?"

"Someone was poisoned. ”

Feng Qingqian let go of his hand and naturally helped Feng Xiche push the wheelchair, "So why is the little uncle avoiding me?"

“......”

Feng Qingqian saw that Feng Xiche didn't speak, and he didn't force it, so he smiled: "It seems that in addition to being afraid that I am worried, there are more important reasons, let me guess, this reason must not be told to me." ”

"Shallow ......" Feng Xiche was a little helpless, his little niece was too smart.

"It's okay, little uncle, I don't care," as if thinking of something, Feng Qingqian's fingers involuntarily picked the handle of the wheelchair, "As long as it's ...... Don't hide from me in the future. ”

Half-drooping, the shadows cast by the thick eyelashes covered Feng Qingqian's eyes that were full of other emotions.

The person in front of him, he seems to be really important to himself.

Feng Qingqian felt very uncomfortable and wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, and strange emotions filled her chest.

"Don't hide," Feng Xiche was a little distressed, "But it's ......"

"Shallow, what's going on with the person you like?"