More than ten years ago.

Yan Feng still remembers that it was a rainy night. His mother was dying in bed with a high fever. He kept calling his father, but only one of the answers: "The phone you dialed is turned off..."

He was just a child at the time, and he couldn't get his mother back with all his might. Finally, a thunderclap on a rainy night took his mother away.

Yan Feng didn't dare to continue recalling.

"If you could have answered my phone at the time... My mother won't die! Yan Feng could see that he was very angry, and his eyes were already full of tears. Yuan silently shed tears, he didn't expect that at that time, he had a thought and ruined a life. "Your mistake! Why should we bear it! ”

"I'm sorry..."The old man burst into tears, and the wrinkles were already deeply engraved in the corners of his eyes. Yan Feng cried and cried, and suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, but it's too late for you to regret it, you want to save your wife, no way!" At this moment, everyone remembered that the poison of the lotus had not yet been resolved, and this was not the time to be sad!

Shuli took two steps forward. "Hand over the antidote!" Yan Feng glanced at everyone contemptuously, obviously not intending to fight. Nuo glanced at him meaningfully, and said softly: "Let it go, it's possible to regret it now." Yan Feng smiled, "Sister." I'll call you sister. My brother advises you, don't force me, otherwise, I won't be able to control my mouth! Nou's face turned pale, as if he would faint in the next second. Yan Feng hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, "I did everything I did, and I should pay for it." As soon as the words fell, the police car arrived. Yan Feng walked away without any resistance like a person who had finished telling a story.

"Where's the antidote?" Yuan said in a hoarse voice and a little begging before he left. Yan Feng didn't have the kind of domineering just now, on the contrary, he looked at Yuan gently in a peaceful and sympathetic tone. "You should know. It was a very warm place. Yan Feng left, and Yuan's hand struggled in the air for a moment, trying to grab something, but it was a second late, making this qiē look pathetic and ridiculous.

There is no regret medicine in this world, and there is no chance to do it again in life.

After being silent for a long time, Yun Mo spoke. "What does Yan Feng mean by that?" Hara smiled with relief. "I know where."

A couple of girls came here for the second time. That's right, this is Jingjin Apartment. It turned out that this was also where Yan Feng and his mother used to live.

Noh finally understood why this home was so warm.

As soon as everyone entered, they felt different from the warmth of ordinary home. Yuan told the truth: It turned out that Yan Feng's mother Tong Zishu had been weak and sick since she gave birth to Tong Qiu, and at that time, Yuan loved Tong Zishu deeply, and specially made this house a unique warmth, even if it was a cold winter, the house was like a warm sun.

Shuli walked slowly around the room, feeling the fragrance in the air.

A few boys have already begun to look for an antidote. Eventually, a letter was found in the bookshelf. The letter recounted all the things that Yan Feng did to avenge his mother's death. Although shallow and Yun Mo and other bystanders who had never been implicated in this matter felt extremely sad.

Word by word, unforgettable.

Yan Feng is not a heinous crime, but he can't help himself.

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