There have been countless times when Feng Shen wanted to kill that bastard himself.

Hearing this, Emperor Lin and Jun Qing were stunned on the spot.

He...... Didn't come for revenge?

"Humph!" Feng Shen looked sideways at his right hand holding the knife, "Good man?!" ”

No wonder, when my mother was alive, she always said that it is difficult to be a good person.

Raising his right hand suddenly, he threw the blood out of his hand, and hid the still dripping hand in his pocket, and he turned and strode away.

"Little Wind!" Realizing that she had misunderstood him, Jun strode out, the sand under her feet was deep and shallow, and she couldn't catch up with him at all, "I'm sorry!" ”

The girl's voice was crumpled in a night breeze, as if a century had passed.

Feng Shen looked back, and didn't answer, just squeezed the button tightly in his hand.

"Brother Xiaofeng, don't be like them, be a murderous villain!"

"When we grow up, we will escape from the island together, and when the time comes, we will build a boat and follow the wind around the world."

"I'll take you to Brother Dabai, he will definitely like you too, and then I will have two brothers."

……

The girl's immature voice vaguely rang in her ears.

She weaved a dream for him with her own hands, and tore it apart with her own hands.

Seeing the man's figure disappear into the night, Jun Qing could only stop.

"I'm sorry!"

Emperor Lin chased after her, stretching out his palm to hold her arm.

The night wind grew stronger, blowing the girl's long hair, and he stretched out his arms to hug her, and his voice was gentle.

"Let's go back."

……

……

"Brother?!"

Hearing the sound outside, Feng Nuan sat up from the pillow, ran out without wearing shoes, and sure enough, he saw Feng Shen walking in from outside.

"Where have you been so late?"

Noticing the man's bloodied right hand, she exclaimed and busily pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet.

Pulling him to the couch and sitting down, she carefully cleaned his wound and wrapped it in gauze.

In the meantime, Feng Shen never said a word.

Tape the gauze, pursed her lips, sat down on the edge of the sofa, rested her head on his knees, and put her big hands over his head with both hands.

"Brother, you touch it, my hair is growing again!"

Under the palm, the girl's long hair is like silk, slightly cool and soft.

When she was brought back from the orphanage, the little girl's hair was as short as a tomboy.

He always thought of Junqing's long hair, and ordered her not to cut her hair again.

As the years passed, her long time was already longer than her back.

Gently stroking the girl's long hair, Feng Shen raised his hand to hold her little face: "Xiao Nuan, will you leave me too?" ”

Feng Nuan raised her little face and shook her head vigorously: "Absolutely not, I will always be with my brother." ”

"Don't say anything casually forever." Feng Shen frowned, and his tone was a brother's lesson, "After the promise, you must fulfill it seriously, otherwise you will hurt the other party!" ”

Feng Nuan nodded obediently, "I remember!" ”

With his right hand on his knee, Feng Nuan rested his head on his knee again.

"Brother, will we go home tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

The wind is heavy and light.

With her left hand gently caressing his wound, she whispered, "Does your hand still hurt?" ”

Feng Shen looked at his injured hand: "A little." ”

"It's okay." Feng Nuan raised her face and smiled back at him, "When the wound is healed, it won't hurt!" ”

Feng Shen shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The wound on the hand will be healed, but the wound on the heart will be ......

Will it be good?!

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