After a long time, Xia Feng finally calmed Xia Mu's emotions, and saw his mother Xia Feng, who was still firmly grasping her arms with both hands until she fell asleep, and her heart was very moved.

He could see that his mother had lost a lot of weight in the year he had gone out to practice, and Xia Feng guessed that it should be inseparable from his experience of going out to practice.

After he put Xia Mu to sleep, he sat on the side of Xia Mu's couch and looked at Xia Mu quietly.

To be honest, Xia Feng didn't understand what family affection was at first, because Xia Feng didn't feel the existence of family affection at all in his previous life, so he always thought that family affection was just like when he lived in an orphanage in his previous life, and the orphanage director took care of him, Xia Feng felt that it was the so-called family affection.

Until today, Xia Feng didn't know the definition of family affection, family affection is the relationship between people who are related by blood, and sometimes it also refers to the affection between people who are close and affectionate. The definition of affection is the desire to give some or all of the thoughts for the sake of their loved ones. Family affection is the affection between relatives, between parents and children, between brothers and sisters, these are all family affection. Family affection is very close to you, and it will not change no matter what happens.

Family affection needs to be carefully cared for by each other, and know how to tolerate and understand each other...... These can cherish and maintain family affection, maybe sometimes the family will quarrel, but it doesn't matter, as long as the family affection exists, that little wind and wave will not hit the family's affection.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of a poem he saw inadvertently while reading a book in his previous life:

Yingying Zhongtian stars are reflecting, and the old garden of the window pillow book is pro.

The head of the building spits out the moon and crosses, and the east wind in the west pavilion is very clear.

The clear rhyme dreams are in a good place, and the dark fragrance becomes the road to attract family affection.

The loving mother sewed tightly for her son, and now she is studying and traveling.

I can't help but cry and leave my daughter, thinking of my relatives and loving the mess.

The silver word sheng is fluttering, and the heart word incense burns the rain Xiao Xiao.

Yesterday's kind words, more night Fang Jue has a long term.

The wind trembled and shook down again and again, and when to return home and wash the dust.

The embarrassed thought wanted to stop, but the slightest thread was even more worried.

Scratch away the distractions and let it go, and it is useless to pity the lonely.

A curtain of sweet dreams is in the sky, and ten miles are auspicious and soft.

It is all pro, not a lot of thoughts.

Whispering lightly, Yan Ruyu withdrew, and withdrew to look north at the mountains of the township.

Gentle twists and turns, undulating hills, as thin as a line in the hand.

The strips are sparse and sparse, and the fireflies are fine and dense.

Year after year, I work needlework, and I wear spring shirts day by day.

At this time, Jiaci leaned lightly on the railing, and the ruler was tightly handed.

It is said that my son will have a meal, and that my son will be safe.

Quietly look at the former sages and mothers, and it is difficult to finish the long words of the ode.

Meng's mother is highly educated and talented, and she chooses neighbors to move to teach her childhood.

Children and young people frolic in the cemetery, and enthusiastically build burials to move.

The second moved to the city for a while, and its drama learned Jia to show off.

The third said that this is not where the son is, and finally chooses the school palace to help adults.

Let go of the advance and retreat to set up the beans, and open the face and say the words can live in me.

Mencius was a little older and was not happy to learn, so he ran away from church and returned home to stop studying.

He sighed very unwisely, and cut the brocade to admonish the child.

Emphasizing the accumulation of long-hearted persuasion, Mianzi worked hard to pass on the past and the present.

The Song Dynasty was the quasi-official prime minister, but his mother was raised by himself.

Teaching his homework makes him work hard, and the title of the gold list lives up to expectations.

As much as you can dying, you can teach a few words in the cold window.

Diligent and thrifty, family style and motherly training, he is rich and does not forget poverty.

Seeing the poems and paintings, I felt that my mother was willing to have a deep taste.

Do not disobey the orders of your relatives to withdraw the banquet, and take care of political affairs to repay your mother's kindness.

Kou's mother is the same as the beginning and the end for her son, not about the rich and the poor.

Looking back, my relatives are simple and plain, and I like to make my own flowers.

Counting the stars in the sky, the family is abandoning things and panicking doctors.

I can't understand the morning and night, and I am getting thinner and thinner.

The weather is cool and the robe is lightly comforted, and the careful feeding is tired.

The medicine pot was burning in the furnace, and I was worried about how many hours I was under the lamp.

Humming bitterly to sleep, sighing lightly and the pain of inability to reduce.

The cold air wakes up the sorrowful heart, and always looks at the messy quilt.

Mother's love is like the sun and shines forever, and the wisps are soaked in the spring water.

The fog turned off and the lights went out to make people sleep, and they raised their heads to hold a thousand tears.

Lightly wipe the moisture to relieve the thick thoughts, and brush the sleeves of the corridor to return to the lonely.

Secretly made an oath that the Ming Dynasty would help me return quickly.

Every word is a lesson etiquette, and every sentence encourages study diligently.

The raw incense grass lasts forever, and Mu Si is more than a spring wisdom.

At that time, where did Xia Feng feel family affection, so his feelings about this poem seemed to be understood, and it was not until now that he found out that this poem was every word, this is family affection.

Xia Feng returned to Xia Wang's Mansion in the morning, and Xia Feng didn't wake up until sunset, and Xia Feng was relieved when he saw that his mother had finally woken up.

At this time, Xia Mu didn't get up immediately, but rubbed her eyes and looked at Xia Feng again, all this that happened today made Xia Mu feel like she was in a dream, she was afraid that she would wake up suddenly, and this "sweet dream" would also disappear, so no matter where she went, she would always hold Xia Feng's hand.

Of course, Xia Feng knew what Xia Mu was thinking, and he didn't stop it, but let Xia Mu pull him.

It wasn't until the evening when he was preparing to eat that Xia Feng asked Xia Mu to let go of his arm, because he wanted to cook a meal for his mother himself.

After Xia's mother's consent, he finally let go of Xia's mother's hand and came to the kitchen, although Xia Feng had never used the kitchen at home, but he had never cooked at Murong Zhe's place, in his opinion, the kitchen was almost the same wherever it was, just familiar or unfamiliar......

Half an hour later, Xia Feng finally brought all the dishes to the table with the help of the servants.

When Xia Mu saw a table of food, she asked in a trembling voice, "Feng'er, these are all made by you, are they all made for your mother?" Xia Feng heard this, and hurriedly said that even the servants who served the dishes were telling Xia Mu what Xia Feng looked like when he cooked.

At the same time as eating, Xia Feng also introduced Qian Xuancheng and Qian Ziying to Xia's mother, at this time, Xia Feng listened to his mother who had been thanking Qian Xuancheng and his sister for taking care of himself, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat......

The next day, Xia Feng went directly out of the gate of Xia Wang's Mansion and came to the palace after explaining it to Xia Mu, which still hasn't changed at all, and it is still so magnificent. (If you want to know what it looks like, please refer to the Forbidden City)

Xia Feng had just arrived at the palace when he was taken by a guard and came directly to the house he had been to last time.

Xia Feng still walked into the room after his Uncle Ji's consent, and after entering the house, Xia Feng found that his Uncle Ji was much more haggard than a year ago. Uncle Ji asked Xia Feng to sit down and talk about the energy of the year, Xia Feng still omitted the matter of worshiping Murong Zhe as his teacher after thinking about it, it was not that Xia Feng didn't believe him, Uncle Ji, but he didn't want someone to make a fuss about his master.

After listening to Xia Feng's experience of this year, Uncle Ji felt that his emotions had been fully mobilized by Xia Feng's experience.

In the end, Uncle Ji also asked Xia Feng what he thought of Xia Guo's internal and external troubles, and Xia Feng just suggested: "You can give priority to solving external troubles, and as for internal troubles, they can be slowly weakened." ”

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