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Bamboo is like this, what can it get in the end after countless storms and rains, and who can wait until the flowers bloom......? Even if it blooms, who can look down on mediocre bamboo flowers, there is no coolness of lotus, no pure white of acacia, it is only lonely.

Pale yellow, white lips.

Sinking in the soil, decades of growth will usher in the only flower blooming once in a lifetime.

When the bamboo flower lands, it is the destination of its life, and no one cares about it.

"That's bamboo, and that's why I love it. "

Its beauty lies in its blandness, and the bamboo flower means its death, but it is not alone.

From the day it grows to the day it blooms, the endless bamboo forest does not know how many people have covered a home from the wind and rain. I don't know how many people have brought hope to life.

Isn't it nice to spend your whole life contributing to people, but being willing to be obscure?

Two months later, the night ......

"Yingxiu is not a bamboo, she is just a bamboo shoot......"

Whether it's bamboo or whatever, I'm sure she doesn't want her husband to be like this.

It's like falling leaves back to their roots, will they be reluctant?

But they never complained, and returned to the earth with everything they had turned into nutrients.

"Isn't Xidan's strength even worse now? They know that they may die at any time, but they don't complain at all, just like falling leaves, the bloody battle in the sky is their destination, and it is also to better protect Xidan. "

Husband, don't let them down, the people of Xidan love you far more than Luo Ming.

"Don't worry......" Feng Ming stood on top of the Moon Pavilion and sighed softly, time can wipe everything out, he knew that Yingxiu was probably really dead.

What Mo Meng said made a lot of sense, but it was not an excuse for Yingxiu's sacrifice, the responsibility for this matter was always him, and of course there was frost for them.

After Feng Ming and the others returned to Los Angeles, they immediately controlled the news as much as possible, because no matter how you look at these things, it is not simple, as for the matter of frost and big man, if Xun Xi knew, he might have done something.

However, it was only a matter of time before the news was closed and Yan spread out, and without the seven-day Xun Festival, people came to Los Angeles to inquire about the situation.

Originally, he was still worried that he would do something amazing, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations, Xun Sai just smiled and didn't say anything.

"In an eventful time, life and death depend on fate. …… It's Feng Ming, you, I'm afraid you're sad for that little girl, right? Sure enough, it's still that hesitant look, if I were you, you would go directly to Jicheng!"

Hesitation is equivalent to false benevolence and false righteousness for Xun sacrifice. At that time, Feng Ming looked at the letter and showed a smile, is Xun Xi complimenting him, or is it a rare comfort?

It was really not easy for him to write such words, and from that day on, Feng Ming gradually learned to forget Yingxiu.

Coming back to his senses, Feng Ming sat at the very edge of the pavilion, and below was the abyss, and he looked at Mo Meng.

She has never left her body in the past few months, and it has been really hard.

"Come on. Feng Ming spoke, and Mo Meng walked to his side without saying anything.

"I don't know why, I feel scared when I see this bottomless cliff. "

Feng Ming was silent and reached out to hold her in his arms, and the meaning of Mo Meng's words was equivalent to saying that he was afraid. Scared, Feng Ming naturally wants to hold it, and the people around him really can't afford to miss anything.

Putting his hands on Mo Meng's bulging belly, Feng Ming unexpectedly gave birth to a resolute will in his heart.

The child has been more than six months old, and the following days are all he has.

"Hmm~" In her arms, she shuddered, and Feng Ming looked at it with doubt.

She laughed, reached out to hold Feng Ming's hand, and said, "Husband's hand is really cold, I don't know if it's because of the weather." "

The index finger is connected to the heart, and the palm of the palm is equivalent to another heart, and it is rumored that even the palm of the hand is cold, and his heart must have experienced real despair.

Feng Ming removed his hand from her stomach and said at the same time, "Let Xiao Luo go to Yan Kingdom to investigate, if you have found anything." "

In the Jicheng Palace, the whole person was confused by anger, and it was only after returning to Los Angeles that he realized that something was wrong, and at that time he asked Xiao Luo to sneak into the Yan Kingdom to investigate something.

According to his temperament, I am afraid that he would be one hundred and twenty unwilling on weekdays, but this time he is indeed unusually "positive".

I didn't find it before, but now that I think about it, I feel that Xiao Luo's recent actions have been abnormally excessive, that is, I may not be able to see him for a few days.

Could it be that Xiao Luo is also a member of Yan Kingdom......

In the past, the person he trusted the most was Xiao Luo, he doubted Yu Ning, doubted Feng Ran, doubted each of them, but he never doubted him, because Xiao Luo was really reassuring.

Reassuring is the so-called trust, in the previous days, Xiao Luo was with Yingxiu all day long, and they were like bosom friends who had known each other for many years. It's the happiest at any time, and the laughter is brought wherever he goes, and it's this kind of laughter that makes Feng Ming trust him completely, and now......

He would be suspicious of such a person, and sometimes he didn't even believe himself.

Coming back to his senses, Mo Mengcai shook his head slightly, Xiao Luo spent most of the time in Jicheng in the past two months, it stands to reason that there will be a little news no matter what, but he shakes his head every time he reports, it is impossible to get nothing......

Mo Meng suddenly suddenly, there was a trace of surprise on his face, and said, "Husband, you are suspecting that Xiao Luo is Yan Yun's person!"

Feng Ming just nodded, looking at Mo Meng's expression, I am afraid that I don't want to believe it, I'm afraid no one wants to believe Xiao Luo's hearty character, but can there be other explanations? The truth is often so cruel!

Mo Meng was silent for a while, and only after a long time did he say, "Do you want people to guard against him?"

Feng Ming shook his head, Yan Yun's people are Yan Yun's people, anyway, there is no shortage of such people around him, he has long been aware that at least Ouyang Mufei has already returned to Yan Yun, so he will target him.

By the way~

Seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily true, the best way is to ask the person in person, and at that time you only need to use a snack to know whether what he/she is saying is true.

"It's snowing...... a snowflake fell directly from the neck of the wind and turned into water, winter is almost over, this may be the last snow.

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This chapter is over.,It's gone today.,Although it's four chapters.,But the number of words is definitely enough.。 Not much to say......

In addition, I didn't close my eyes for 24 hours, so there were a lot of typos in the previous chapters, and I tried to revise them.

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