Lin Feng looked at Chu Feng, her eyes full of autumn rain were full of puzzlement and confusion, she looked at Chu Feng for a long time before she said faintly: "Why don't you ignore me? Have you forgotten me...... I'm Lin Feng...... I'm Lin Feng......"

As she spoke, she began to cry again, sobbing intermittently, like a song, full of subtle rhythms.

Chu Feng's heart slammed, and his expression became painful.

She is too similar to Lin Hao......

If...... This is really Lin Hao's words......

Myself...... Did it make her sad again?

Chu Feng clenched his fists, clenched his joints white, took a deep breath, and strode forward—he didn't dare to look at Lin Hao, for fear that he would get lost in that layer of autumn rain again with just one glance.

He walked to Lin Feng's side and was about to move forward, but Lin Feng grabbed Chu Feng's sleeve tightly.

"Why don't you ignore me, why don't you look at me, you look at me! What are you afraid of!" Lin Feng roared loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Didn't you say that...... Will you always remember me? How many years have passed since you forgot me?"

Chu Feng took a step forward and broke free of his shirt from Lin Hao's hands, he wanted to leave as soon as possible, he couldn't stay for a long time.

"You forgot me, but have you forgotten our children!"

Lin Hao shouted loudly, only collapse and pain remained in his voice.

"Daddy. A little girl suddenly stood in front of Chu Feng, looking at Chu Feng timidly, her dark eyes were full of fear, looking at Chu Feng's appearance, she was a little frightened and a little frightened.

"You don't want me anymore, but what about our children?" Lin Feng said almost pleadingly, "Have you forgotten our children? Don't you want them too? How can you ...... So ruthless?"

Chu Feng bit his lip tightly and bit his lower lip to the point that it was a little bloody, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

He and Lin Hao's children...... He died before he was born, but he died just after he was conceived.

The Galactic Fairy killed the child and stole the child's body. And that child's body, on the night of Fengming Villa, also died completely - died under his sword, ruthless to the extreme, cruel to the extreme.

Both mother and daughter are dead.

Lin Hao was cremated by him, collected the ashes and kept them with him, and it was not until that night that he buried the mother and daughter together in the mountains of the south.

If you can go back, ...... yourself Maybe they should move their tombs to their mother's side, and the family can be each other's companions, and they won't be too lonely under the spring.

I have to go back.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and clenched the pair of water drop earrings on his chest that had been worn on Yiren's ears, and took a deep breath, he had to go back.

Chu Feng didn't care about his side anymore, nor did he care about his front anymore, he began to walk forward, kept walking forward, and kept walking forward for a moment.

Lin Feng's sobbing, and the child's immature voice, were left far behind by Chu Feng.

Even if the voice was one after another, every sentence pierced his lungs like a sharp knife, breaking his liver and intestines.

Chu Feng clenched his fists, his nails sinking deep into the flesh, and blood was dripping with blood.

"Wind. A deep man's voice came, but it came from behind him.

At that moment, Chu Feng almost subconsciously wanted to turn around - he had done this action countless times, but over the years...... He never had a chance to sit again.

But he quickly forcibly stopped his body, and could not turn back, once he turned back...... There was no way forward.

He remembered the voice, he couldn't forget the voice, the voice...... This voice came from his father, Chu Shu, and this voice ...... The voice was as calm and low as it had been years ago.

"Wind. It was a gentler and quieter voice, and when Chu Feng heard it, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

This voice awakened many of Chu Feng's sleeping memories, and those hazy and vague memories all appeared in his mind extremely clearly at this moment, as if something had just happened.

He remembered the owner of the voice, of her tender caresses, of her warm embrace, of the stories she told, of her rough but reassuring hands.

"Feng'er, how are you doing?" the gentle voice said softly, "Seeing that you are doing so well, your father and I will be at ease." Take good care of yourself and don't let me and your dad worry about you on the other side, you know?"

The voice spoke softly, softly like a spring breeze, blowing on his face, making Chu Feng's eyes feel sour, and tears couldn't help but slide down after all.

The scene in front of me was a little hazy and a little blurry.

"Feng'er, turn around and let me see what you look like, okay?" The gentle voice said softly with a little smile, "I left too early, I can't be by your side to watch you grow little by little, but I don't want to ...... I don't even know what you look like, turn around, let my mother take a look, let my mother see even a glance, and then you can continue to hurry, okay?"

Chu Feng's body trembled slightly.

How he wanted to turn around, to turn around and take a good look at his mother, and his father.

I haven't seen them for too long, and the memories of my mother have long been blurred, and the memories of my father are only those silent fragments.

Time is a ferocious beast that ruthlessly devours all the precious memories that Chu Feng treasured, leaving only vague impressions and regrets that can never be remedied, but it can no longer remember that vivid picture.

What was my mother like, do you remember it?

Is my father's appearance really the same as what I remember?

Do you remember a lot of details wrongly, do you gradually forget the details about them as the years go by inexorably, until one day, you forget everything about them?

Chu Feng suppressed, he felt that there were countless flames burning in his chest, burning every drop of his blood, burning every inch of his skin, following his meridians, constantly spreading towards every corner of his body, constantly devouring him, like a beast.

"Don't you even want your own parents?" finally said the father.

"We just want to look at you, just a look...... Wind ...... Please......" the mother began to plead.

Chu Feng's body began to tremble violently, he remembered too many past events, remembered too many regrets.

At that time...... If I could muster up the courage to go to my father, maybe ...... I won't have so many regrets.

But at that time, he didn't have the courage to see his father, so he left a period of regret that he would never have a chance to make up.

Even if it weren't for Liu Yu's insistence at that time, he might not even be able to look at his father from a distance.

Chu Feng hated his cowardice at that time, and his cowardice at that time, just as Chu Feng hated himself now.

Why, why don't you have the courage to turn around and take a look?

I want to move forward, but what can I have ahead?

Don't look back?

But these are my parents, my parents who gave birth to me, raised me, love me, cherish me, how can I not look back?

Even if I knew that they were already dead, even if I knew that these were just illusions, I really wanted to see my father and my mother again!

Look at them, remember what they look like, don't forget them again, don't let the years swallow them up again. This time, I must do it.

Chu Feng let go of his bloodied lip, and he took a deep breath.

He knew that he might never be able to leave this world again.

But that's just maybe, isn't it? If you are afraid of everything again, how many regrets, how many regrets, how much bitterness you will leave behind, and you will taste it alone when you are alone.

I've had enough, and I definitely don't want to do it again.

Chu Feng slowly exhaled that breath, and then he laughed, and he calmly began to turn around.

He turned very slowly, because he had to get ready to meet his parents.

Will my father still have gray hair on his sideburns?

Is my mother's smile still as warm as the winter sun?

"Don't ...... the wind," the mother began to sob, depressed and low, full of pain and struggle.

"Let's go, let's go forward, don't look back. The past cannot be changed, the future belongs to you. Your father and I, will watch you well, we will live in your memory, don't forget us, that's enough. The mother's voice was full of laughter, which made Chu Feng's somewhat stiff limbs become a little soft, and there was a special warmth.

"Let's go, your own way, we'll watch you go, it's fine. Father said, still calm.

Chu Feng pursed his lips, he wanted to continue to turn around and look at his parents, but his parents' voices dissipated.

Did you miss it yourself?

Chu Feng didn't know, he turned around, he covered his face, and cried silently.

Chu Feng cried for a long time before he wiped his red and swollen eyes, took a deep breath, and showed a somewhat reluctant smile, as if he was frozen by cold ice.

But the cold ice melted quickly, and the smile on Chu Feng's face became natural and warm.

Chu Feng felt that the smile on his mother's face should also look like this, because he was her son.

Chu Feng is very proud, very proud that he has such parents.

Chu Feng was very happy, happy that he had come to this world.

I don't know how far the road ahead is, and I don't know how much pain there is, which will torment his heart again and again.

But he believed he could go on, and he believed he could withstand it, no matter how many times, no matter how hard the blow.

I can do it myself.

for he is their son.