Xiao Qiuchen does not allow anyone to belittle his mother, not even his father.

"Oh? How do you know? Have you ever seen your mother? Feng Qiao followed his son's words curiously.

"I'll see you...... I dreamed of seeing my mother! ”

Qiuchen immediately changed his words and secretly glanced at his mother-in-law who was not in good color under the eaves

"What did my mother tell you?" , Feng Qiao then asked.

The mother said...... Say...... said that she missed Qiuchen, and her mother taught Qiuchen to build a snowman, and made delicious cakes for Qiuchen, and her mother could also dance, looking good like a fairy! The more Xiao Qiuchen spoke, the happier he became, as if his mother was the most perfect woman in the world.

"Hehe", Feng Qiao laughed in a low voice, when Huang Yu danced, he didn't have this little guy, he would fantasize. "Did my mother say that she missed her father?" , Feng Qiao finally asked what he was hiding in his heart, and a painful look appeared on his face.

In the past three years, he has never dreamed of Huang Yu, not once, she must have hated him so much that she didn't even give him a dream.

Xiao Qiuchen glanced at Huang Yu, who had a sad expression, shook his head, and nodded again. "My mother didn't say it, Qiuchen didn't know, but Qiuchen felt that my mother must miss Daddy, Daddy is so good-looking, like a fairy!"

"Poof", Huang Yu couldn't help laughing, Tong Yan Wu Ji Tong Yan Wu Ji.

Feng Qiao looked at his son with a black line on his face, held back the unhappiness in his heart, and patiently taught: "Daddy, this is handsome, not beautiful, and can't be described as a fairy."

"It's all good-looking anyway......"

Feng Qiao: Convex (艹艹艹)......

"Daddy's hair and eyes are different from others, can it be so good in the future...... No, no, no, it's handsome! ”

But Feng Qiao explained a sentence that Xiao Qiuchen couldn't understand: "Qiuchen won't become like this, and Daddy doesn't want you to become like this."

I can't see you clearly, but I'm sure, have I seen you somewhere?

Where is it? In a dream...... Or in a previous life.

The tears couldn't stop staying...... It's painful, it's sad, it's scared, it's happy.

The heart that doesn't beat in the chest seems to be rejuvenated, and every beat is a heart-wrenching pain.

Huang Yu unconsciously walked up to Feng Qiao, wanting to see his appearance clearly, and raised his arm to touch his face.

But they can't see clearly, they can't touch it.

The tears could not be stopped, dripping in mid-air, disappearing into the snowflakes and soaking the back of his hand......

Suddenly, Feng Qiao felt cold in his hands, raised his hand, and saw a snowflake gradually melting on the back of his hand.

It's not a snowflake.

Looking at the sighing appearance of his father and mother, Xiao Qiuchen didn't ask again.

"Daddy, Daddy, Qiuchen can write, Qiuchen will write to you"

"Good"

The father and son walked into the house hand in hand, only Yu Huangyu watched their backs outside, one big and one small gradually moving away.

Jingle bells, jingle bells –

The wind blows and the bell rings.

I don't know when, Huang Yu had two more delicate little golden bells on his ankles.

The snow grew heavier and heavier, flooding the little snowman in the courtyard and covering the frozen lotus pond. Everything was so white, reflecting a soft glow under the touch of the moonlight.

Huang Yu sat alone on a squeaky swing, watching large snowflakes fall from the sky, so pure and flawless, carefree. Snowflakes passed through her body, leaving no trace. She was all over her body, and only her hands could touch things.

Huang Yu raised her hand and gently held a touch of falling snow, the snowflakes landed in her palm, and after a while, they condensed into a fluffy snowball, which could not be blown away or melted. Like her mood at the moment, she can't let go, and she doesn't dare to step forward.

After a while, Fengwu brought a sumptuous dinner, and the masters set up the utensils and retreated.

"Daddy, Qiuchen still needs a bowl", Xiao Qiuchen climbed off the chair with his little short legs, ran to Feng Qiao's feet, stretched out his paws, and staggered to reach the golden wire bowl on the table.

"You've got two, not enough?" , Feng Qiao put the bowl too high and teased the little guy to play.

"My mother has no food"

"My mother has no food, Qiuchen will serve her mother rice", Xiao Qiuchen repeated anxiously.

"Let's go"

Feng Qiao looked at the little guy who was stupid and went to the kitchen with a bowl, a little mist appeared in his golden eyes, he retracted his gaze and sighed in a low voice.

Here, it would be nice if there was wine.

Xiao Qiuchen walked in with a bowl trembling and walking on his short legs, and the maid looked at him and bent down to help him. Xiao Qiuchen shook his head and held the bowl to dodge, "Qiuchen wants to bring it to his mother by himself"

"Let him take it himself!"

"Yes"

Xiao Qiuchen put the bowl between him and Feng Qiao, put the silver chopsticks he took from the kitchen, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and nodded.

Crash!

Cracking sound......

Feng Qiao flicked his sleeves, and all the food on the table was swept to the ground, leaving Xiao Qiuchen alone to look at the rampaging father.

"Master", the maidservant knelt on the ground again and again, lowered her head and didn't know what was happening.

"Get out!"

Feng Qiao frowned and shouted.

"Get out of here!"

"Yes", the maid cautiously looked at the master who suddenly went crazy, and walked around to Xiao Qiuchen to hug him down.

"Uh......h Woo woo woo ......", Qiuchen was so frightened by this scene that he cried, and his little short legs swayed on the chair and didn't know what to do.

"He stays!"

"Yes", the maid looked at the little master worriedly, sighed, and walked out.

Huang Yu heard the cry and hurriedly probed in from the outside, wanting to protect his son in front of him but afraid of the dark aura on the man's body.

"Cry, know cry! Can your mother be resurrected if you cry??? Feng Qiao yelled at his son. Somehow, he was very remorseful and angry when he thought that he hadn't gotten the Spirit Gathering Lantern to resurrect the phoenix feather so far. It was his incompetence that made Huang Yu hopeless and Qiuchen without a mother.

He owes Qiuchen and is jealous of Qiuchen.

Why didn't Huang Yu come to see him in his dreams once?

Why can Qiuchen dream of her all the time?

He's crazy with jealousy!

He looked at the child, who resembled him, and a wave of resentment welled up in his heart.

Feng Qiuchen, why are you so like me? Are you bad like her at all? Wouldn't it be nice for me to be able to see her shadow all the time?!

"Mother...... Woowoo...... Qiuchen is scared...... Qiuchen wants to hug ......", the fleshy little hands wiped their eyes, and the delicate little face was also stained with tears.

"Qiuchen doesn't cry, don't cry, my mother is here, no one can bully Qiuchen, good baby", Huang Yu hugged his son, patted his back distressedly, and kept his eyes on the man's actions.

This man is really insane!

The man walked over step by step, grabbed Xiao Qiuchen's collar, and lifted him up with one hand. "You're crying and it hurts me! Feng Qiuchen, if it weren't for you, I could have taken your mother away and left the land of right and wrong. It was a mistake for you to come to this world, and you will be reincarnated in an ordinary family in the next life, don't come to this kind of miasma palace nobles! ”

Feng Qiao's palm was forced, seeing that the child was about to be out of breath, his two calves kept fluttering up and down, and a pair of innocent big eyes stared at his father, pouting and not even crying.

"Stop! You lunatic! Huang Yu stepped forward and tore Feng Qiao's sleeve fiercely, but his palm passed through his body.

What's wrong with the child? He's still so young and doesn't understand anything, why should he bear your pain!

Huang Yu wanted to pull out the sword on Feng Qiao's waist, but he couldn't touch it. I wanted to pick up the bowl on the floor, but my palm passed through it.

He seemed to be born with the ability to restrain her, and as soon as he got close to him, her special features compared to other souls would disappear. Huang Yu looked at the child with a purple face, anxious and didn't know what to do.

Jingle Bell ...... Jingle Bell ......

The golden bell on her ankle rang suddenly, and the voice was crisp, as if to remind her of something.

"What? You can't resurrect Huang Yu yourself, so you can get angry with children? A gentle, slightly harsh voice came through the door.

One move, two hands handed, between the lightning and flint, the child has been placed on the chair by Wen Yu'an.

In just a moment, the two of them had passed dozens of moves, and Wen Yu was wearing a blue satin robe dancing without wind, and the edge of the robe was exposed with silver hollow hibiscus flowers, simple and elegant. His hair was jet black, with only a green bamboo jade through, leisurely draped over his shoulders, not messy at all because of the fight, and the jasper's black hair set off the poetic luster of his pearl-white neck under the bun, gentle and warm. Feng Qiao's move was fatal, and a fierce aura flashed in the room. Wen Yu's moves were as warm as spring rain, resolving Feng Qiao's anger.

If Feng Qiao's seductive goblin is said, then Wen Yu is the fairy in the painting.

"If you want to fight, go outside and fight, don't hurt Qiuchen", Wen Yu's chin was slightly raised, and in the middle of the apricot-shaped eyes, the galaxy was brilliant.

At this time, Feng Qiao put away his momentum and flicked his sleeves and walked towards Xiao Qiuchen.

Huang Yu stood in front of Qiuchen, even if she was not lethal to him, she couldn't watch her child being abused.

"If I were Huang Yu and watched my son being abused like this by you, I wouldn't want to wake up"

Feng Qiao was stunned when he heard Wen Yu's words, his fists clenched, and a little hatred flashed in his golden eyes.

Wen Yu skipped Feng Qiao, held the armpit of the crying Xiao Qiuchen, hugged him on his arm, wiped the tears of the little guy with a snow-white handkerchief, and put the handkerchief back into his sleeve.

Wen Yu gently stroked his arm and said softly to the little guy: "I haven't seen you for a year, Xiao Qiuchen has weighed a lot more." He's bad, let's not meet him in general, uncle will take you to build a snowman, okay? ”

"Ugh! Uh-uh! Qiuchen hiccuped twice, wiping his red eyes with his fleshy little hands. glanced at Feng Qiao, and replied in a milky voice, "Daddy is going with you too?" ”

"He beat you, and you still think about him? What a kind little guy. If he doesn't go, uncle will take you", Wen Yu glanced at Feng Qiao, ignored his existence, and walked directly past Feng Qiao with Xiao Qiuchen in his arms.

"Stop!" , Feng Qiao stopped Wen Yu's footsteps and wanted to snatch the child in his arms.

Wen Yu's footsteps moved slightly, and he was able to dodge Feng Qiao's big grasp.

"What? Still want to fight? Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and asked disdainfully.

"Put my son down!" , Feng Qiao said to Wen Yu with fierce eyes. "I teach my son, you can't be controlled by an outsider"