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In the past two days, she has been accompanying her mother and comforting her mother, until her mother's love has stabilized, and she told her mother the true situation of her brother, so that her mother can slowly accept the reality.

My mother shed a lot of tears in the past two days, and there was something wrong with her eyes, but my mother still held on.

This evening, my brother was going home, and my mother was not in a hurry to see my brother and recognize my brother, but just hid to the side and quietly watched her son's changed temperament.

"Mother, why don't you go talk to my brother?" She whispered to her mother.

"Nope." Mrs. Feng shook her head, "I'm afraid it's just a dream, and when I touch it, I wake up." Let me continue to stay in the dream and feel this dream well......"

She knew that this should not be a dream, but after years of despair, she still couldn't get rid of this "really", "did a miracle really happen", and "will such a good thing happen".

Now she just wants to look at her lost son from a distance, for fear that if she gets a little closer, her son will disappear.

It is like a poor man who is about to starve to death, and suddenly gets a piece of precious porcelain that can make him rich for life, extremely fragile, and he does not even dare to touch it, but only dares to light the lamp all night to watch it, guard it, and get angry that it has fallen and broken.

Feng Jinghua understood her mother's psychology, and didn't say anything, just helped her mother and walked towards her brother's residence, letting her mother continue to look at her brother on the side.

At night, Feng Ruoxing fell asleep, and Mrs. Feng still sat outside the "Star Residence", looking at her son's yard in a daze.

Feng Jinghua did not urge her mother to leave and rest, but just accompanied her mother to watch it.

My brother is back, my mother's vitality is back, and the more my mother can be sure that my brother is still alive, the better she can live, she just needs to accompany her mother.

Late at night, Mrs. Feng finally fell asleep, couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep leaning on Feng Jinghua's body.

Feng Jinghua went back with her mother on her back and slept in her mother's room at night.

It wasn't until three days later that Feng Jinghua officially introduced his mother to his brother.

"Big brother, this is my mother, you can call her ......" She hesitated, not knowing what to call her brother.

After three days of psychological preparation, Mrs. Feng's face was a little bloody, and she could finally face Feng Ruoxing more normally.

"Just call me old lady." She trembled slightly, trying to squeeze out a gentle and kind smile, for fear of scaring her son.

It's been so many years, and she's getting old and not looking good anymore.

She was worried that her son would not like her, so for the first time in more than ten years, she put on light makeup, combed her hair in a bun, and put on light blue clothes embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, hoping to make a good impression on her son.

Back then, when her son disappeared, she was only in her thirties, and she could be called a middle-aged beauty, but now, her son's face is almost unchanged, but she has gray hair and wrinkles.

"Hello old lady." Feng Ruoxing scratched her head and said respectfully, "I've seen you a few times, but I didn't expect you to be Xiaohua's mother." ”

Feng Jinghua smiled: "Do you think I look quite like my mother?" ”

Feng Ruoxing looked at it seriously: "Well, it's a bit like." ”

Mrs. Feng held back her tears and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I, am I very old?" ”

"It's quite old." Feng Ruoxing said very honestly, and then added, "But it's not ugly, it's pretty good." ”

Years of pain have made Madame Feng older than her actual age, but her pure-hearted life and innate beauty and elegance still make her maintain the charm that the years have given her.

Mrs. Feng suddenly felt a lot more relieved, at least this shows that in the eyes of her son, she is still good.

"I, I've boiled it......" she pursed her lips together, trying to say something, but her voice was hoarse because she was too excited, and she couldn't say a complete sentence.

"My mother has cooked a few dishes and would like to invite you to eat them together." Feng Jinghua said the words for her mother, and said with a smile, "Does the eldest brother want to eat?" ”

"Of course you have to eat it." Feng Ruoxing said without hesitation, "Have you already cooked it?" If it's not cooked, I can help. ”

Mrs. Feng finally said the complete words: "It's already cooked, let's eat it together......"

"Okay, where are we going to eat?" Feng Ruoxing happily hugged Mrs. Feng, "I'll help you over, you go slowly." ”

She...... I finally met my son.

The son's body is warm, and the son's voice is also warm.

Mrs. Feng quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, let a pair of children support her, and slowly walked towards the pavilion in the garden.

"Peanuts? Pickle? Sauerkraut vermicelli? Leek dumplings? Beef stew with potatoes? Roasted sweet potatoes? As soon as Feng Ruoxing entered the pavilion, he shouted around the dozen or so small dishes on the stone table, and shouted happily, "I like to eat." ”

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes, and praised while eating: "It's delicious, it's so delicious, old lady, you are really a good craft!" ”

It doesn't get any better sounds and words than this.

While Mrs. Feng wanted to cry, tenderness slowly surged in her heart.

These side dishes are Xing'er's favorite food. There are not many ingredients in the army, but most of the vegetables that can be grown in the army and pickles that can be stored for a long time are made, and she always tries to make these ordinary ingredients delicious and not let her husband and children eat too badly.

Now seeing that her son still likes to eat what she cooks, her heart begins to calm down and settle down a little bit.

In the next few days, Mrs. Feng's mind was on her son, although her son couldn't remember the past with her at all, it didn't prevent her from cooking for her son every day, tailoring his son, or just sitting on the side and watching his son quietly.

As long as her son is alive and by her side, no matter what, it's good.

She didn't dare to ask for anything more.

Because of such an atmosphere, the atmosphere of the entire Fengfu has become warm and energetic, and many people feel that the Fengfu seems to be radiating vigorous vitality.

At the same time, more than half a month after Mrs. Feng returned to Fengfu, Feng Xiangkong also returned to Tianzhou.

Although Feng Xiangkong's return trip was very low-key, many people still heard the wind and rushed to the city gate to meet him.

"General Feng is back—"

"General Feng, are you okay? Let's all pray for you to live a long and 100-year-"

"General Feng serves the country, and he is really a pillar and hero of the country, we all admire you......"

……

Feng Xiangkong, who was sitting in the carriage, heard the cheers outside, although he was a little tired, he still lifted the curtain and threw his hand at the people outside: "Feng, thank you for your love!" ”

When he comes back this time, he should not return to the barracks and the battlefield.

When he returned to Beijing this time, he sat in a carriage and was waiting, but he still felt tired from time to time, and his body was really no longer suitable for running around and fighting.

The court will soon appoint a new commander, and he will officially announce his retirement, after which he will live out his old age in peace.

He had wanted to fight for a few more years. But now it's okay, the son is home, his wife is home, and his old age can be spent with his wife and children, and this life is enough.

"Father, you're finally back, you must be eager to be reunited with your family, right? However, this family is only complete if I need it! In the crowd, Feng Hanyu, who was dressed as a man, looked at her father behind the car curtain, waved her hand, and said silently in her heart.