Thirty-six hours later, the Wind Shadow Tower finally stepped on the land of his hometown again.

The lavishly built leisure clubhouse, once one of the city's iconic buildings, has long since been submerged in the skyscrapers.

Who would have thought that thirteen years ago, there were two children who had no adult children, sitting in that small square that was already a little dilapidated, drinking under the eyes of thousands of people, and finally taking this place as a starting point to rewrite the fate of the two of them in the future?

As for whether this change is fortunate or unfortunate, let the future time witness!

When the Wind Shadow House finally found its home, after pressing the doorbell, the door was opened. What appeared in front of Fengyinglou was not his mother, but seven children, big and small. Although they are not related to each other by blood, they are all children adopted by Feng Hongwei from all over the world, and Fengying Lou is now the eldest brother of seven younger siblings.

Among the seven younger siblings, the eldest boy, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, looked at Fengyinglou and whispered, "Big brother." ”

Wind Shadow House nodded, looked at the somewhat messy home, and suddenly asked, "Who has been here?" ”

"The Discipline Inspection Commission sent people to search the house, and the criminal police team of the Public Security Bureau also sent people."

Feng Yinglou frowned, "Discipline Inspection Commission?!" ”

"They said that my father was the director of the anti-corruption bureau, but he was guarding and stealing, and when they came, they still had documents issued by the Discipline Inspection Commission in their hands, saying that they were going to 'shuanggui' my father. Dad didn't come back that night, and then someone from the criminal police team said that Dad knew that the matter was exposed, so he ran to the chemical factory and ran into the nitrate pool to commit suicide. ”

Nitrate pool!

Hearing this word, Feng Yinglou's body stiffened slightly, and his gaze wandered, and it fell on a younger brother who looked like, only eleven or twelve years old, but there were a few traces of wild surnames flashing in his eyes, "What's the matter with the injury on your face?" ”

"The classmates in the school said that my father was a big corrupt official, a bad guy, and he was innocent of death, even if he didn't commit suicide, he would be sent to the execution ground to eat guns, so I rushed to beat them when I was in a hurry, and the three of them beat me one by one."

"Did you win?"

Facing the scrutinizing gaze of Fengyinglou, the eleven-year-old brother raised his chin, which was blue and swollen from being beaten by others with his fists: "Beat and cried twice!" ”

Wind Shadow House nodded, "Not bad! ”

The seven younger brothers and sisters standing in front of him are all adopted children by Feng Hongwei, each of them has experienced family tragedy, just from the strong aspect, those who live in the greenhouse, don't know the warmth and coldness of the world at all, and other people's families have accidents, not only are they not sympathetic, but also chirp crookedly on the side and sneer and go crazy, how can they compare with them?

"Squeak......

Under the gaze of the seven younger siblings, Wind Shadow Lou tore off the curtains and pushed open the window, allowing fresh air to pour directly into the entire room, and just as Wind Shadow Lou's gaze swept outward slightly, his eyes suddenly lit up slightly. It wasn't until this time that Fengyinglou knew why it was even daytime, but the younger brothers and sisters had to pull all the curtains tightly.

In this world, there is Nona, a war correspondent who is active in the most dangerous area in order to let the audience see the most real and original news in the first time, at the cost of her own life; There are journalists who have turned to the war in order to discover the truth, goodness and beauty in people's surnames, and have dedicated one song after another to the audience in front of the TV set; has the fighting spirit of the media who is not afraid of power, has the courage to expose the inside story, and makes corrupt officials and corrupt officials known to the world; But there are also dreams of success every day, but they are unwilling to take risks, so they always like to target the paparazzi of the disadvantaged groups.

And the reporter who stood on the opposite side of the window, as soon as he found that the curtains had been opened, raised the camera in a big way, and stopped taking pictures of the crackling horn inside, the white light of the flash, and the constant flickering of the reporter, undoubtedly belonged to the consequences.

"How long have they been squatting outside?"

Hearing Fengyinglou's question, several younger siblings had a deep disgust and resistance on their faces. From the incident of Feng Hongwei to the present, for more than two days, those reporters who are known as the uncrowned kings have been squatting nearby, and as long as they walk out of this house, they will be chased and intercepted by reporters, asking them all kinds of questions.

Those reporters who are paparazzi, to put it bluntly, no one wants to understand the panic and anxiety raised in the hearts of several children in the face of family changes, and no one understands the helplessness and deep sadness of a woman who loses her husband and even the sky falls in an instant.

Kazekage didn't close the windows again, let alone close the curtains, "Go find the guys, if you can't get rid of all the flies outside, don't come back." ”

Seeing the seven younger brothers and sisters looking at each other, none of them did it immediately, Feng Yinglou sank his face, "In this world, there have always been few people who send charcoal in the snow, and there are many people who fall into the well, and we must not expect their compassion to attack, let alone expect them to consciously leave their hearts." If you want them to get out, the only way is to take out the hardest horns on your body, as long as you find them approaching, you will rush up, desperately top, hit hard, only let them hurt, afraid, will think twice, will in the future, respect our family! Do you understand?! ”

The eldest brother had a thoughtful look on his face, and he suddenly turned around without saying a word, and strode into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he had an extra rolling pin more than two feet long, the thickness of an egg, and made of the hardest jujube wood.

The paparazzi who were around the house, wide-eyed, waiting to catch the news footage, suddenly saw the door opened, and before they could raise their cameras, they saw seven children, big and small, staring at them with blood-red eyes, carrying rolling pins, slingshots, ink bottles and even water guns, rushing towards them with murderous anger.

"Now we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, even if we are willing to lose money, the loss is dirty, and they dare not ask for it! Everyone's smashing it! ”

The guy who rushed to the front, according to the instructions of Fengyinglou, shouted a terrifying battle cry, and with a wave of the rolling pin in his hand, he smashed a professional camera worth thousands of yuan into a pile of scrap metal. And immediately behind him, a big boy who was only seven or eight years old at most, did not have the strength to hit people, but he was holding a water gun in his hand, and he pulled the trigger in front of everyone, and a black and red water arrow mixed with half a bottle of red ink and a small half bottle of ink drew an arc in the air, with the accuracy of a sniper, directly shot into the face of a paparazzi member, and directly "blinded" his eyes in an instant, and then the sharpshooter, the second water arrow, was shot on the professional camera in the opponent's hand. Although the appearance of this camera has remained intact, as long as you look at the black, red, and greasy liquid drenched everywhere on it, anyone knows that this expensive imported product is likely to be sent back to the original factory for repair.

Ignoring the scuffle outside the window, a group of people turned on their backs, Fengyinglou walked to the bedroom door and knocked twice.

After waiting for a long time, but no one responded, and the Wind Shadow House finally gently pushed the door open.

Fengyinglou was stunned.

He has been thirteen years, he has not seen his mother with his own eyes, the years are ruthless, she looks really much older than thirteen years ago, she is no longer young, the skin on her face has lost its original luster and surname, and even the tips of her hair have a layer of gray dots.

The most important thing is that no matter what, she also has a husband who loves her, and a son who may be a little shy and timid, but well-behaved and lovely. She has a complete home, and she is not greedy, so on her face, she often inadvertently reveals a little happiness and tenderness.

But now, her husband is dead, her sky is falling, her happiness, her life, her hope, and her future seem to have completely disappeared with Feng Hongwei's death in an instant. She just lay quietly on the bed, silently letting the tears flow out of her eyes one after another, down her face, wetting the hem of her clothes, and even wetting the thin blanket on her body.

She looked like a walking corpse that couldn't walk, couldn't move, couldn't speak, but could cry stupidly, and there was no longer any life, even if Fengyinglou pushed the door in, her dull and distracted eyes still remained unconsciously defocused.

Feng Yinglou lightened his steps, really, at this time, he was really afraid that his footsteps would be too loud and would scare his mother. When he walked to the side of the bed and grabbed his mother's hand with as gentle a movement as possible, Feng Yinglou only felt a sour nose.

Back then, when he was sick and had a high fever of thirty-nine and a half degrees, his mother ran to the hospital overnight with these hands holding him; When he made a mistake and was about to be beaten by Feng Hongwei, he was still his mother, holding her hands horizontally, and using the posture of an old hen to protect her chicks, she firmly protected him behind him......

Mother's warm hands almost run through the few childhood memories of Fengying Studio, but now, her hands are really, really, so cold!

In the eyes of Fengyinglou, the mother who was once so tall and could be relied on with confidence now looks so weak, as if a gust of wind blew her across. And what flashed in her eyes was clearly the saddest despair.

"Dididi, Didi......"

It was at this time that the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly rang, and it was this small electronic beep, but it made my mother's eyes suddenly have a little sense, she tried to roll her eyes, and subconsciously asked: "What time is it?" ”

Fengyinglou said in a low voice: "Twelve o'clock at noon." ”

"It's already twelve?" Mom's face showed a look of struggle, "Xiaolou is coming back soon, by the way, he's about to get out of school, why am I still lying in bed, I have to hurry up and cook for him......"

She was still delirious, she remembered that she had called the Wind Shadow Building, she knew that the Wind Shadow Building would rush back as quickly as possible, but she couldn't tell what time it was. Probably deep in her heart, she is begging for the heavens, these thirteen years, including the departure of Fengyinglou and the death of her husband, are all a long dream of Huang Liang, as long as she reopens her eyes and regains consciousness, everything around her, including her tears of sadness, will turn into a cloud of smoke, right?

The mother's body was too thin and too weak to be able to resist the wind, and she was suddenly hugged into a wide and warm embrace, she subconsciously opened her mouth, showed her white teeth, and bit the other party's shoulder fiercely. She bit so hard, and soon in her mouth, she tasted the fishy sweetness that belonged to the blood, but Fengyinglou didn't struggle, let alone let go of the mother in his arms, he just hugged this woman who gave birth to him, raised him, loved him, and gave him the most selfless love, and hugged her body as light as a feather, so cold that it was terribly cold, and she kept trembling her body.

"Da!"

Feng Yinglou stopped the beeping of the electronic alarm clock with the smallest radiance as possible, and he looked at his mother, who was struggling but had been unable to regain consciousness because of physical and mental exhaustion, and said softly: "Have you forgotten, didn't you make lunch an hour or two in advance?" What you prepared today, but Xiaolou's favorite braised pork, don't look at that kid is only eight years old, but when he encounters something delicious, he can swallow four bowls of rice in one go, even his father shook his head and sighed and said, this is called 'half a child eats a poor man'. ”

Listening to the whisper of Fengyinglou in her ear, the struggling look on her mother's face suddenly faded a lot, maybe she thought of the joy of the past, and instead of it, it was a strong liking, she muttered to herself: "Yes, that little guy, it's really a small rice bucket!" ”

"He's not just a little rice bucket, he's an out-and-out little fox." Feng Yinglou said in a low voice: "Do you remember, once you cooked half a pot of pork ribs, that kid put a newspaper directly under the dining table, and only gnawed half of each rib, so he quietly threw the ribs on the newspaper under the dining table, and when everyone finished eating the half pot of pork ribs, the newspaper at his feet also saved a small pile of half-gnawed bones." In his father's words, it's called rat feeding. ”

The mother in her arms really smiled this time.

"Yes, he still thinks that he is doing it very secretively, even very proud, he really doesn't know, when he is hiding in the bed and secretly gnawing on the pile of half-fleshed ribs, his father and I are hiding on the side to secretly watch, secretly having fun."

Speaking of this, a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on my mother's face, and she was a little puzzled: "Who are you, how do you know about our family?" ”

Mom's gaze suddenly straightened, because Feng Ying Lou had put a pair of small steel balls hanging in the air with a thin rope and constantly shaking from side to side in front of her eyes.

When the Wind Shadow Building had just received the "ghost thorn" training, the female teacher who was proficient in behavioral psychology used this small prop to hypnotize the Wind Shadow Building.

The two small steel balls, one left and one right, kept swinging gently, overlapping again and again, and splitting again and again, constantly disrupting the mother's attachment to reality, and the voice of Fengyinglou, at this time, sounded as if it came out through a layer of water, with a bit of unrealistic drift: "I am the dream in your heart, of course I will know about your family." ”

"Dreams? Are you dreaming? The mother muttered to herself, "Am I still dreaming?" By the way, what year is it? ”

"August 1993." Feng Yinglou said in a low voice: "The sour dates on the mountain in your hometown are almost ripe. ”

When she heard the words "1993", her mother's body suddenly relaxed completely. "Ah, it turned out to be a dream, it really scared me to death."

"yes, it's really a dream. What you should do now is to rest as much as possible to replenish your strength, you know, if you have a nightmare when you go to bed at night, and when you wake up the next day, you will probably have no energy for the day. ”

Mother nodded vigorously: "My Xiaolou didn't join the army?" I didn't know a boy named Lei Hongfei, and Xiaolou's father didn't send him to the Fifth Special Unit, all of this is my dream? ”

Speaking of this, there was suddenly a trace of anxiety on his mother's face: "But Xiaolou was educated by his father so that his surname was too soft, even if he was beaten by his classmates at school, he didn't dare to say anything when he went home." I'm worried that if he continues like this, he will be bullied for the rest of his life. ”

"Ah, I'm obviously in the house, why is it raining?"

The mother suddenly let out an exclamation, but she was quickly relieved, "This is my dream, since it is not true, of course it is okay to rain in the house." ”

"Of course." Feng Yinglou inhaled gently, his voice sounded a little weird and hoarse at this time: "In the dream, you are the real God, even if you want to hail while the sun is shining, you can do it." ”

"Forget it, I don't want to catch a bad cold from the hail in my dreams. It's raining in the house, and alas, I have a talent for spoofing. I'm really tired now, my dreams, don't make a noise with me, let me get some sleep first......"

Sure that she was dreaming, and that this scene would never happen in reality, the mother, who was completely relieved, finally slowly closed her eyes and fell into a sweet sleep in a whisper.

She really didn't know that the hot drop of water that dripped on her face just now was not the sun and rain in the dream, but a tear that flowed from the eyes of her son, Fengyinglou.

(To be continued)