White hair, golden eyes.

Huang Yu looked at the almost suffocating face in front of him in a daze, and met his quiet gaze, as if bewitched, unable to move.

Feng Qiao, how could it be him! This child, isn't it his child?

Apparently, the body was also startled, and then quickly reacted, blinking, avoiding his gaze.

He approached slowly, the room was already small, and she didn't take two steps before she could smell the scent of sandalwood on his body. Even if she didn't look up, she could feel his gentle gaze.

How can I dream of him, it's really unlucky.

Huang Yu muttered in his heart, hoping that Feng Qiao would stay away from this body.

There is still less than half a meter away, and it looks like it is about to collide, but this body does not dodge or dodge, standing here with its head down, the panic in his heart has passed, and there is only a trace of fear left.

This body is afraid of him.

Afraid why didn't he hide?

Huang Yu was puzzled, but saw that at the moment when the two of them touched, Feng Qiao passed by.

That's right, it's a walk-through!

This discovery made Huang Yu break out in a cold sweat.

She looked at her hands, and noticed her blood-stained white clothes and looming feet.

……

……

Ahh????hh

Don't be so scary.

Huang Yu wanted to cry without tears.

This "body" is a ghost...... What the is this dream, she can pin it on ghosts.

His eyes swept into the room and found a delicate small mirror under the windowsill, and the moment his body moved, Huang Yu looked at the mirror with wide eyes.

Nothing......

Ghosts cannot appear on the mirror of the yang world.

It's really a ghost.

No, she obviously touched the child just now and held him in her arms, what's going on? And he didn't seem to be able to see her.

The ghost's body turned, looking at the man beside the small bed.

The little one didn't seem to like him very much, and he had a little temper the moment he was put down, and he closed his eyes before he came in.

Feng Qiao's eyes were crooked, and he stretched out his hand and touched the child's forehead. His pupils were not as charming as the sea of flowers she had seen before, but a kind of clear and bright, and between his eyebrows was overflowing with a gentleness that Phoenix Yu had never seen.

That beauty, like a feather, gently tickled her nerves.

This is a father's spoiling of his child, and Huang Yu can be sure that the little guy in the little bed is his son. So why is this ghost here? Could it be that the ghost is the mother of the child?

Qiuchen pouted and waved Feng Qiao's hand impatiently, turned over and faced him with a small back, quite a cold posture.

It's just that this posture appeared on a four-year-old child, not to reject people thousands of miles away, but to be an awkward kitten, fiercely raising his little paws to demonstrate to the owner, and he didn't dare to really claw.

Feng Qiao had long known that he was pretending to be asleep, and he couldn't tell if he saw through it, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an arc.

This sulking appearance is really inherited from Huang Yu.

Feng Qiao patted him lightly on the back and asked softly, "Are you awake?" If it doesn't go down again, the sun will go down. The small kitchen seems to have stewed sweet and sour pork ribs, it smells so fragrant, if you don't wake up again, I'll eat it alone? ”

No response.

Feng Qiao raised his eyebrows. The little kid's temper is not small, didn't he just let him go once, as for holding a grudge like this?

A few days ago, I promised Qiuchen to go out to the night market at night, Qiuchen was happy all day, and at night he put on new clothes and sat in the yard waiting for his father. I didn't expect that this wait was two hours, dinner was warm, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and my father still didn't come.

Later, someone came, but it wasn't Daddy, it was Gu Zhiye.

Gu Zhiye told him that his father was very busy and had important things to deal with, so he couldn't go today. Also took out a packet of maltose from his sleeve. Daddy has always refused to give him this thing, but this time when he saw Maltose Qiuchen, he didn't jump up and grab it.

The little child stubbornly pursed his mouth and couldn't help himself from crying, the aggrieved expression on his face was really distressing.

Gu Zhiye has taken care of Qiuchen for two years, and he has never seen him cry like this and hold back his tears. Qiuchen often quarrels with him, and he doesn't cry even when he is beaten, but now he is wronged like this because of a missed appointment. Gu Zhiye has not been married in the past twenty-five years, let alone has children. But age is here, and the mind has already defined itself as an age that needs to have children. In the past two years, he has treated Qiuchen as his own doll, and he felt uncomfortable when he ran back to the house so aggrieved.

Later, Feng Qiao heard Gu Zhiye talk about this matter with indignation, and realized that he was really sorry for the child what he had done.

"Gollum", Qiuchen didn't speak, and his stomach answered Feng Qiao's question instead of him. The small body still faced the wall, refusing to turn around.

Feng Qiao is such an arrogant person, he thinks that it is a great honor for Lao Tzu to take the initiative to speak to him, this kid is not satisfied, and he can't go down the ladder.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and just when Feng Qiao wanted to turn around and leave, he noticed a slight shaking of the child's shoulders.

Like a wounded kitten, curled up alone in a corner, pitiful and distressing.

He is still a child, what do he care about him, not to mention that this matter is the first thing he has broken his promise.

Feng Qiao walked over, patted the child's back, opened his mouth with an awkward expression, and finally whispered out a few words: "I'm sorry, it was Daddy who released the Qiuchen pigeon, and it will never be again."

Such an apologetic tone was the first time in his twenty-seven years of life.

It's okay not to say it, but when I say it, the little guy cries even more. He buried his face in the quilt, and Feng Qiao's whimpering cry was distressed.

"Is it okay for Daddy to take Qiuchen to the night market, today, now, now, now", Feng Qiao asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to go, you love to go with whomever you want, I hate you! I want my mother's kiss, mother's kiss...... Woo woo woo mother take me away...... I'm a child that no one hurts and loves...... Woo hiccup...... Don't touch me, your letter is more important than Qiuchen, everything is more important than Qiuchen! The fierce tone of the milk is like a little kitten with teeth and claws.

Feng Qiao's expression suddenly darkened when he heard the word "mother", and the feeling in his heart was not ordinarily uncomfortable.

"What to say, how can faith be more important than Qiuchen. Qiuchen is second in Daddy's heart"

Second? Qiuchen stopped crying, raised a crying face, pouted and asked, as if as long as the man in front of him answered something that didn't suit his heart, he could immediately pout and cry

"Who's the first?"

"It's your mother."

"Oh"

Feng Qiao touched the child's head.

Qiuchen didn't dodge very cooperatively, raised his head, looked at him with a pair of teary eyes, and asked, "Go to the night market today?" ”

"Go", Feng Qiao nodded affirmatively, and added, "Go no matter what happens." ”

Qiuchen held back the smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger and said: "Qiuchen wants a request, it can be regarded as your credit."

Feng Qiao: ...... Don't kick me in the face!

was coaxed, and could only follow him, Feng Qiao endured his temperament, and asked good-naturedly: "What is the request?" Only Daddy can do it, I will promise you"

The word "definitely" is said to be gritted teeth.

"I want to see my mother", he has a mother who accompanies him every day, and a mother who falls asleep in the ice. It's his little secret alone.

"Okay", Feng Qiao thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Huang Yu was a little stunned.

Isn't this ghost his mother?

So who is she?

The ghost looked at the big and the small in a daze, and seemed to be thinking about this as well.

Feng Qiao was changing Qiuchen's clothes, and seemed to feel her gaze, slowly turned his head sideways, and looked in her direction. The golden eyes were cool, and there was no shadow of her. He smiled in her direction as if he could see her.

That smile, the golden eyes are enchanting, like fireworks.

Huang Yu trembled, obviously the ghost was also very incredible, and moved his feet away from the position he was standing in.

He was very skillful, helping Qiuchen get dressed, holding a spoon and feeding millet porridge. In the past few days, Qiuchen has been petty, and he hasn't eaten a few meals in total, so he goes out directly like this, and he can't faint from hunger.

Qiuchen is also exceptionally well-behaved, and it is rare that he is not a picky eater.

Recently, Feng Qiao hugged the child to the small mirror and smoothed his soft hair.

Two faces, one large and one small, are crammed in front of the small mirror.

One is bewitching and beautiful, the other is delicate and pink, and the more you look at the eyebrows and eyes, the more similar they become.

But there was no sign of her.

Qiuchen seemed to hear the ghost's sigh, looked at her in the mirror, and smiled at the mirror.

The ghost also curled the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Qiuchen was wearing beige clothes, his hair was only tied up with a small silver crown, his two big eyes were bright, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, which was a standard Danfeng eye.

Qiuchen's eyebrows and eyes look like Feng Qiao, but his lips and face look like phoenix feathers.

Feng Qiao looked at the child's appearance in a slight daze.

The place where Qiuchen's mother is located is called Hanbing Pavilion, and her palace is the same name.

Before he got closer, Huang Yu felt the slightest cold air coming from inside. The cold air is mixed with yin qi, and it doesn't look like a place for a living person to live.

Unlike the other houses, there were no soldiers guarding the door.

It stands to reason that the place where his wife, Qiuchen's mother-in-law, lives, should be a very noble yard, how can it be so deserted, let alone people, not even a single flower or plant.

Feng Qiao hugged Qiuchen and pushed the door in, but the ghost stopped outside and waved his hand at Qiuchen.

Why don't you go in?

Huang Yu was really curious about what kind of person Qiuchen's mother was.

Soon, Huang Yu knew the reason for not going in.

It's not that I don't want to go in, it's that I can't.

The ghost raised his pale finger and lightly touched the air in front of him, and the layers of water ripples spread out, and when he pressed his finger, the water ripples bounced back his fingers.

It's an enchantment.

No wonder there were no soldiers guarding it.

But this barrier seemed to be able to stop her from all, even the birds in the sky, the scattered leaves, and the frozen water were also blocked out.

Without Feng Qiao's permission, nothing can get in.

Yes, nothing can get in, not even air.

Thinking of this, Huang Yu's face suddenly turned pale with fright. In my dreams, I can feel my hands and feet cold.

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