"The old self?" Although Wei Chi's eyes tried his best to hide the waves in his heart, he still murmured in an unavoidable voice: "I almost forgot what I used to be......

Feng Chengcheng's eyes were sharp and he looked at a wilderness in the distance, and his voice was indifferent: "If my guess is not wrong...... You're supposed to be a heavy dart player, right? ”

Heilan's breath suddenly stagnated, and he looked at the old man in front of him in amazement, and then suddenly realized: "I remember...... You used to be Madame's gold medal dart master, didn't you? I used to see you when I was a kid...... It's just that I haven't seen it for many years, so I haven't remembered it for a while......"

"Gold medal dart master?" Wei Chi Li smiled very self-deprecatingly, and then reached into his arms, took out a layer of wrapped cloth bags with trembling fingers, and slowly handed it to Feng Chengcheng.

Feng Chengcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange appearance flashed like a light feather dotting water, and then gently took the cloth bag.

"What is this?"

"This is an honor given to me by my wife back then......"

In the cloth bag, a gold medal the size of a baby's palm glowed in the sunlight.

On one side of the gold medal, the seal is engraved with the word "phoenix" of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and on the other side, it is a simple word "one".

The cleanliness and roundness of the gold medal are obviously the reason why people are often wiped and caressed, and this Wei Chili has deep feelings for this gold medal.

"Back then, when Mrs. was not married, the seal was engraved with the word 'Su', and later married, Mrs. said that everything was based on the husband's family, so it should be for the word 'phoenix'......"

"That's because my mother's deep affection for my father...... Feng Chengcheng's eyes were gloomy and sad: "That's why she resolutely chose to be martyred......"

Her sadness is not because she was abandoned by her mother, but because of the sadness of such a woman's love.

In the world, there are so many couples who shout about life and death, but how many can be martyred until death?

Even if she doesn't care about her daughter's young age, she may be lonely and resolutely go with her husband from now on.

Loving someone, loving to the depths of the soul, is such that you can abandon everything desperately, and follow him to the Yellow Spring.

Such a strange woman, even if she is really her biological mother, she will not hate her for a cent.

Those who accuse this woman of being irresponsible, abandoning her young daughter, and selfishly martyrdom.

She could only sigh, because they didn't love this woman to such a deep extent at all.

Feng Qingcheng slowly closed the cloth bag in his hand and handed it to Wei Chili: "Xie Lu, thank you for keeping it so well over the years...... This is the deepest respect for my mother......"

"This gold medal, let's keep it for Miss......" Wei Chi slowly shook his head and said: "I also know a little bit about Miss's situation, I'm afraid that there are not many objects left by Mrs. herself, this gold medal, just leave it to Miss to think about......"

"This is yours, naturally you keep the ......" Feng Qingcheng hooked his lips and smiled lightly and stuffed the gold medal into his hand, his smile was cold and sharp: "I have a heavy dart game left to me by my mother, it's enough......"