After a few painful days and nights, Mo Rufeng made a decision. [Ran^Text^Library] []

At this time, Fei Fei's illness was also cured.

Mo Rufeng called Zhuang Xiaoyue, and then took Fei Fei back to the new home, the house assigned by Zhuang Xiaoyue's unit.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and it's like a world away.

"According to your orders, I haven't left Junan Company for the past few days!" Zhuang Xiaoyue said, "After all, it is safer to stay with so many security trainees. Are you both alright? ”

Mo Rufeng did not answer.

Fei Fei took Mo Rufeng's hand and looked at Zhuang Xiaoyue timidly.

"I think there's something we need to talk about!" Mo Rufeng stared at Zhuang Xiaoyue and said, "Fei Fei took the little pig to the balcony to play." ”

Fei Fei hesitated for a moment, and walked to the balcony with the little pig.

Mo Rufeng looked at Fei Fei's small back, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was a toddler.

Father and son are not like father and son, husband and wife are not like husband and wife, all this is caused by Zhuang Xiaoyue! Anger rose from Mo Rufeng's chest, and he had an urge to grab Zhuang Xiaoyue and throw her down from the window, but he held back, and he slowly let his anger subside.

This woman is no longer a thing, but after all, she is the mother of right and wrong!

He let out a long sigh.

"I think my fate with you is over!" He said word by word, "I just learned a few days ago, Feifei, in fact, not my child!" ”

Zhuang Xiaoyue's face changed color.

"Actually, it's not what you think, it's not always been close to you," she stammered, "uh, is it possible that they made a mistake?" ”

"This woman is really amazing, even if there is no way out, she still has to struggle uselessly." Mo Rufeng thought to himself.

"I don't want to listen to you talk about the specific process, not to consider your feelings, but out of respect for right and wrong, after all, we have been father and son for several years!" Mo Rufeng didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Xiaoyue said, "I just hope that after I leave, you can take care of him like a mother, at least ensure his safety!" ”

After saying this, Mo Rufeng walked to the balcony.

Fei Fei was stroking the little pig's wound, which was to protect him from being stabbed by the gangsters. The little pig lay at his feet, looking comfortable.

"Fei Fei, Dad needs to go out for a while, you follow Mom well," Mo Rufeng squatted down, gently stroked the hair on Fei Fei's forehead, and said, "Be a brave man, ah?" ”

Fei Fei nodded and shook his head again.

"I want to go with you!" He muttered under his breath, "I don't want to be with my mother." ”

Mo Rufeng smiled, but his heart was more uncomfortable than crying, he held back, pretending to be relaxed and said to Fei Fei: "I'll be back soon, Fei Fei is obedient, ah?" ”

He stood up and walked out the door without looking at Zhuang Xiaoyue again.

When he reached the door of the community, he heard a dog barking, a voice familiar to him, and he stopped and looked back.

On the high balcony, a small figure was lying on the balcony railing, which was non-non-non, next to non-non, squatting little pigs.

A man and a dog, two pairs of eyes, stared at him.

Mo Rufeng felt that his eyes were hot, he held back, turned around and strode away.

He wandered aimlessly, and before he knew it, he had come to the river.

In this world, why is there so much sentimentality?

"The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the sorrow is more sorrowful when you raise a glass." Says who? Maybe wine can really dispel sorrows?

He went to the shop by the river and said, "Buy wine!" ”

"Master, what wine do you want?"

"The highest degree, no matter what kind of wine!"

The middle-aged woman who sold the goods brought him a bottle of 60-degree "burning knives".

"Two bottles!" He said.

He took two bottles of liquor, sat down on a bench on the grass by the river, pried open the cap of the wine bottle, raised his neck, and half a bottle of wine fell into his stomach.

A fiery feeling rose from the abdomen, temporarily covering the great grief in the heart.

But after a while, the grief slowly floated again, and he looked up again, and the remaining half bottle of wine flowed into his stomach.

Mo Rufeng's amount of alcohol is not small, but he has not drunk for a long time, and at this time, he drank violently and his head immediately became dizzy.

But grief is still like a boulder in a river, when the river is overflowing, the boulder is hidden under the current, but after the river falls, the boulder quickly emerges from the water.

Now, wine is the river!

When the grief struck again, he did not hesitate to raise the bottle.

It didn't take long for him to drink all two bottles.

Then his eyelids were heavy, and he rolled to the ground.

He heard an old voice in his ear, "Why did this young man come here to drink?" Come, drink saliva, sober and go home quickly! ”

Then, a bottle was stuffed into his hand.

"Home?" He felt a pain in his heart like a needle prick, "When the parents are there, where the parents are is home, the parents are gone, and now even the children are gone, where is there any home?" ”

He lifted the bottle in his hand, but found that it was not wine in his mouth, but clear mineral water, and he was very thirsty, so he drank it with a clatter.

The water ran down his throat and into his belly, and when he took the third sip, a slight, numb sensation came from his throat, and he stopped, he tried to remove the water bottle, but he found that his hand did not obey, and he gritted his teeth.

The remaining water in the bottle ran down his mouth.

That's when he really felt dizzy!

It's a completely different kind of dizziness from drunkenness!

Almost the moment he felt it, his body stiffened, and he couldn't move his fingers even if he wanted to.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was the afterglow of the setting sun, but the afterglow suddenly turned blood-red, and then fell into deep darkness.

He tried to close his eyelids, but they were out of his control, and he opened them open, but there was darkness in front of him.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat.

At this time, Mo Rufeng, only a trace of sobriety remained in his heart, "This water is poisonous!" ”

All he could feel was hearing, and he heard someone approaching, and then the footsteps faded away, "Another drunkard!" ”

A groggy feeling came over him, and he wanted to fall asleep, but what little consciousness he had left told him that if he did, he would never wake up again.

He held on, his breathing getting weaker and weaker.

He felt his hearing weaken, and the sound of insects in the grass around him seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

After some time, he heard several people approaching him.

A man bends down and puts his hand to his nostrils.

"Dead!" A vague voice said, and it seemed to be far away and sometimes near.

"Of course it's dead, and a cow can't stand that dose!" Another voice replied, "How?" ”

"Hmph, he's cheap!" This voice came, still far and near, but Mo Rufeng's heart was like a thunderbolt!

Then he was lifted up, took a few steps forward, and then the wind whistled in his ears.

He was thrown up!

When he fell, there was a loud "bang", and a cold rush came up, and his mind instantly cleared up a little - he was thrown into the river as a corpse!

By the moment he was awake in the water, he forcibly turned his head and bit his collar with incomparable perseverance.

Then he floated with the river, carrying heavy loads and floating, all the way downstream.