(Girls' Literature) "You hit me!" I don't want to recognize you as a mother. Feng Xiaohuo could now feel a faint pain in his cheeks, and he looked aggrieved, although he said this verbally, his small body shrank into Ran Xuexiao's arms and couldn't come out.

"Silly boy, your mother will always be your mother, and if you don't recognize it, you can not recognize it." Ran Xue smiled and pinched the tip of her nose, lowered her head, and kissed her little face with pity.

It seems that this is the first time my mother has kissed her.

Feng Xiaohuo blinked her big teary eyes and stared at her.

"Don't be angry with your mother, okay, your mother wronged you this time, and this kind of thing won't happen next time." She gently rubbed her daughter's slapped cheek.

"The woman wanted to drug her mother, so Xiaohuo beat her, and the man had evil thoughts about his mother, so Xiaohuo burned his pants." Feng Xiaohuo's eyes were red and he said in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you Xiaohuo for protecting her mother so much, and her mother also said sorry to Xiaohuo, she shouldn't have made a small fire, and she shouldn't have destroyed Xiaohuo's whip." Ran Xue smiled at her daughter's big eyes, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and continued to speak. "Can Xiaohuo forgive his mother?"

Feng Xiaohuo looked at her sincerity, and her father said that he was not allowed to call other women to be mothers, otherwise her mother would be sad, in fact, she also liked the mother who gave birth to her in front of her.

The little face changed a little, and he hummed quietly in Ran Xuexiao's arms. "That whip is not as important as my mother!"

Hearing this, the smile on Ran Xuexiao's lips deepened.

Rubbing her daughter's hair with her bare hands, as if there was no longer an overnight feud between mother and daughter, she whispered to her. "Xiaohuo, from now on, my mother will teach you a kind of kung fu that is more convenient and powerful than playing with a whip."

"Is it the kind of kung fu that my mother danced on the water just now?" Feng Xiaohuo raised his little face, and his tone was full of curiosity.

Ran Xue smiled and nodded, her daughter naturally wanted her to teach.

"Okay, Xiaohuo likes it!" Feng Xiaohuo likes whips, but he prefers to be able to smash all enemies with just a soft white veil, as if he was the first time he saw his mother.

Dressed in white, he came on a white veil, and killed all the killers without leaving a piece of armor, which was much more majestic than a whip.

"Let's go, let's go on the road, and my mother will talk to you on the road." Ran Xuexiao let go of her little body, it was supposed to be to hold Feng Xiaohuo's little hand, one big and one small, and gradually left the leisurely and quiet river.

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All out of town

The delicate room was lit by the faint candlelight, and the woman in a fine costume quietly left the room after lulling the sick child to sleep.

She looked at the bright moon hanging above the clouds, and with no intention of resting, she raised her steps and walked in the other direction.

The shallow moonlight shrouded the beautiful purple bamboo leaves, and when he looked up, the man in black who had sat in the forest every night was still sitting in the distance, wiping the sword in his hand with a white cloth.

The cold face of Jun showed pain that no one could understand, and his dark black hair was like fine silk, and he was casually tied behind his head with a ribbon.

The deep ink eyes were extremely cold, and the squinting eyes fell on the woman who appeared here and shouldn't have come here.

"Jae-yoon!" Ji Huajin was looked at by his sharp gaze, his heart tightened uncontrollably, he bit his lip, and looked at the arrogant figure with a sad heart, as if with infinite grief and grievances. "Yin'er is sick, shouting that she wants to see her father!"

Luan Jaeyun's cold black eyes were calm and waveless, and his cold lips spit out cold words. "Get out!"

When Ji Huajin heard his answer, he covered his mouth with his bare hands, not wanting her sad choking voice to overflow, and his tone was almost pleading. "Can you go and see him, even if it's just one side?"

It's been three years!

Three full years have passed, since Ling'er's incident, Ji Huajin successfully put all the blame on her father, and gave birth to their son prematurely on the night Ran Xuexiao disappeared.

But Luan Zaiyun has changed, becoming even more ruthless, even if he doesn't want to see her, but he doesn't even plan to see the child, when he sees the child obsessed with his father.

Her heart is dripping blood!

"Send Huajin, if you can't get by, I can give you a letter of resignation!" Luan Zaiyun didn't give her a look, lowered his head and wiped his sword, and his cold voice seemed to be a sharp sword in his hand, stabbing into Ji Huajin's heart.

"Nope! I won't leave, what you promised me, will take care of me for the rest of my life. Ji Huajin lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes covered the heartache under his eyes.

If it weren't for the promise that she would take care of her for the rest of her life on the wedding night when she married him, I am afraid that she would have been divorced from the city by her, instead of being left out in the cold for three years! Along with the children with them, he ignored them.

"You deserve all this!" Luan Zai Yun Wuwen's eyes, looking at the purple bamboo leaves around him, the father and daughter of the host family, made him lose the most important treasure in his life.

His Ling'er......

If there are no two people who make a stumbling block, perhaps, in the purple bamboo forest here, you can still see that slender figure and naughty and happy laughter!

"Jae-yoon, my dad is dead, and this should all pass, shouldn't it?" Ji Huajin now has less arrogance back then, and his bright face has more of the gentleness of being a mother.

She looked at her indifferent husband with a heartache, could she ruin their relationship between husband and wife because of this incident, and let her and her children be entangled in Ling'er's death for the rest of their lives!

"Ling'er can't come back, is it in the past?!" His voice was a little cold, and his face was even more frighteningly cold.

"Huh!" Ji Huajin shook her head with a smile, tears hung on the corners of her eyes, but they didn't fall, she looked at the purple bamboo forest here, there was a moment when she wanted to set it on fire!

This is Ling'er's memories with him, so when Ling'er is gone, her husband will be with his memories every night!

"I can't forget it, but she's dead! Why should we bother to torture/grind the living for the sake of those who are not there? ”

The woman's faint voice seemed to drift away with the wind, but Luan Zaiyun heard it clearly, and even, heard it in her heart. He is the one who survived in pain/grinding, including Luan Zaiyun who let go of Ling'er with his own hands for the position of the leader of the alliance!

"If you don't want to be widowed, then go! Take the children with you, too. His dark eyes finally met the pale woman.

"I won't, the woman who will accompany you for a lifetime by your side will only be me to send Huajin!" She looked at his cold eyes, surging indifferent temperature and stared straight at her, and her heart throbbed for bursts, as if the cold pain moved from the soles of her feet to her heart, and the pain was so painful that she was torn apart.

The bright figure, with a little fragile sadness, slowly disappeared into the purple bamboo forest.

Luan Zaiyun raised his eyes to look at Mingyue, his heart seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and his big hand covered the seat on his chest, it really hurt, it hurt.