Feng Wanying only felt the wind in her ears, but there was no discomfort in the person, even more comfortable than taking a car, just a few minutes, as if someone was helping her to stand firmly in a place, she saw the familiar Mediterranean blue doors and windows, the sign of the tavern was blown by the wind on the top of the mountain, because the mountain wind was too strong, the summer sun umbrella at the door of the tavern had been put away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ、

Feng Wanying's front foot had not yet stepped into the door of the tavern, and the fire wolf's back foot had already arrived, and before anyone could see that she had turned into a human form.

"Madam, it's too windy outside, please come inside!" Martha trembled and led Feng Wanying into the door of the tavern, making it impossible to imagine that she was the majestic giant wolf.

Feng Wanying saw a colorful windmill sticking out from behind the tavern counter, and the wind blowing in from outside the door blew the windmill "gurgling" around.

"Willy, what are you doing again?" The old lady tapped her fingers, and the windmill was already in her hands.

"Grandma, give me back! Grandma, give me back! From behind the counter came a little boy with a large hooked nose and gray-blue eyes.

The little boy saw Feng Wanying, and he showed a sly smile that did not match his age.

"Oh, hello Willy! We're meeting for the third time! Feng Wanying greeted him.

"Hello, ma'am!" The boy pointed to his finger, and the windmill returned to him.

"Go play for a while, I'll talk to Madame about something!"

"Oh, you can go play......" The boy ran out of the door cheerfully with a windmill.

The Mediterranean blue wooden door of the tavern closed behind the boy.

They sat down next to the fireplace, Martha waved at the counter, and a pot of warm coffee landed lightly and steadily on the table.

Martha poured Feng Wanying a steaming cup of coffee.

"Won't Willy usually have to play?" Feng Wanying is the mother of the little boy, and she knows the nature of the little boy best.

"Oh, ma'am, he has so much to learn! The expectations of the vultures and wolves fell on him! ”

Feng Wanying nodded, the child in her belly was not like this.

"As soon as such a child is born, the burden on his shoulders is very heavy! I wonder if this is fortunate or unfortunate? Feng Wanying sighed for the child in her belly.

"Madam, don't lament, there must always be someone in this world who takes the lead! From the rise and fall of a family to the fate of a country, there are always people who need to take responsibility! ”

"You're right, they're an important member of the family, as they should be!" Feng Wanying smiled approvingly.

"Madame, can you feel the wind blowing more and more fiercely on the top of this Lebbo Mountain?"

Feng Wanying looked at the terrace built on the cliff when she came last time, because the mountain wind was very strong, the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows had long been closed, but she could still hear the sound of the doors and windows being blown by the wind.

"That's nature!"

"This wind is the cry of how many dead souls in the valley of death!" The wrinkles that the years had carved on the old lady's face trembled with her excited voice.

Wanying took a sip of coffee: "Dear Martha, since you invited me here, can you listen to me a few sincere words?" ”

From the first time Feng Wanying came here, she deeply felt that although time passed mercilessly, hatred did not disappear here.

At that time, everything had nothing to do with him, so it was inconvenient to say more, but now it is different, the children in the belly have linked themselves with these people, and their own words and ways of doing things must be changed.

"Madame, please speak!"

"You don't have to be so outsider all the time, just call me Wanying! I think you invited me first of all because you already recognized in your heart that we are a family, right? ”

"Of course it's Wanying!"

Looking at the old lady's cloudy eyes because of her old age, she couldn't imagine that these were those huge eyes that were bright and red.

"Dear Martha, hatred does not solve the problem! I remember a story about the old monk who took the little monk out of the house, and when he was crossing a small river, he met a woman crying on the side of the road because she couldn't cross the river, so the old monk rolled up his trousers and took the woman back to cross the river. The little woman who crossed the river thanked her again and again and then went to another road, and the old monk and the little monk continued on their way, and after walking out of the three miles, the little monk asked the old monk, "Master, you didn't tell us to quit sex, why do you still carry that woman?" The old monk reproached: "I have forgotten about the woman when I let go of it, you are good, you walked out of the three miles and still thought, you have carried the woman on your back in your heart for three miles, you know?" ’。 Martha, hatred is the same, let go of the sea and the sky, and put it in your heart is a heavy burden! ”

The old lady looked at the wise Oriental woman with appreciation: "Wanying, I have benefited a lot from listening to your story, but it is very easy to say, because the person who said it has not experienced the destruction of the family and the separation of flesh and blood, if there is such pain, it will be too difficult to talk about 'letting go'!" ”

The old lady staggered to her feet and staggered to the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows next to the cliff, looking at Death Valley, where a horn seemed to be heard: "Since the birth of Provence, the vultures, wolves and other tribes have multiplied here for generations, and our love for this land is so deep...... But in order to make an example of the Vultures, the Gen Ninevi family slaughtered the vultures, drove the wolf tribes to the side of the Alps, and from then on made the tribes submit to him, and let the magnificent Provence become his own Provence! Wanying, you say, this makes the Ninivi family not hateful? ”

"Hateful!" Unexpectedly, Wanying said these two words.

"That's why Prince Elio has the revenge on his shoulders!" The old lady turned, her face darkened by her back to the light.

"His plan of revenge was very successful, and now the Jean Ninivi family is only an empty shell, but it is not perfect, Dio and Wesley are obviously descendants of Elio, but they recognize the thief as their father! How can I not be sad about this? If Elio were still alive, I wonder how he would feel? Wanying, you are a sensible and wise woman, and now that you have Elio's descendants in your belly, I only hope that you will teach this child to return to his own clan in the future! ”

The old lady sat down and held Feng Wanying's hand tightly.

"Don't worry, Martha, that's for sure! However, as soon as Long Po came out, the forces of all parties were ready to move, in such a situation, have you thought about it, there are eggs under the nest? If the current Jean Ninevi family, the vulture clan and the wolf clan are still working separately and calculating personal grievances, then I think they will all be vulnerable in the face of the powerful miasma, and the fate they will face in the future is not only to be driven out of Provence, but to worry about extermination! Feng Wanying looked at the old lady earnestly.

"Therefore Martha, in the future I will tell this child that he is not only a descendant of the Vulture and Jean Ninivi, but also his relatives in the Wolf Clan, and I believe that under the protection of the Dragon, the miasma will eventually leave Provence, and the families of Provence will multiply peacefully......"

This time it was Feng Wanying who stood up, she walked over and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows on the edge of the cliff, and the wild mountain wind blew her hair high.

"Today, the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying; Tomorrow, there will be no waves under Stone Town! ”

Her heroic voice was carried by the mountain wind for a long time, and it still echoed in the valley after a long time!

Martha didn't say anything more, and Feng Wanying's words moved her.

Feng Wanying quietly returned to the red manor in a black robe, and the wonderful use of this black robe deeply attracted Feng Wanying.

When parting, Feng Wanying told Martha that she wanted to borrow a black robe for a few days, and Martha generously agreed.