Chapter 247: Regret

"What kind of project will it be?" Feng Jianming opened the computer with doubts, and then opened his mailbox. Accompanied by the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, Feng Jianming looked at the contents of the mailbox and only felt incredible.

"Wife, I'm going to go out." Feng Jianming walked towards the door as he spoke.

"You've just finished eating, where are you going?" Yang Yingtong couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Just the old man who came to the door today." Feng Jianming replied.

"Are you really going?" Yang Yingtong seemed a little uneasy, "Aren't you afraid of what kind of liar?" ”

"It's okay, I'll find out, and I'll be back in a while." After Feng Jianming finished speaking, he walked out of the door.

……

"So why are we going to wait now?"

"Wait, I still have something to do."

"Hush."

"Buzz—" Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

"Huh? Your phone? ”

"Yes." The old man pulled out his phone as he spoke. As soon as he looked at his phone, a smile instantly overflowed on his face: "It's him." ”

"Oh? That's not bad. ”

"Hello?" The old man quickly picked up his phone.

"Where are you?" There was only a very low voice in the old man's ears.

"What? Interested in our project? The old man asked with a smile.

"Where are you?" The deep voice on the other end of the line just repeated mechanically.

"Hmph." The old man let out a silent sneer in his heart, and then answered his question.

The two exchanged for a while, and the old man hung up the phone: "Look? Or am I right? ”

"You won." Listening to this helpless voice, the old man's vanity was suddenly filled.

……

In a remote building, an inconspicuous workshop, the lights are still on.

"You're finally here." Seeing Feng Jianming, the old man looked very enthusiastic, "Thank you for waiting for the flowers." ”

"Are you telling the truth?" Feng Jianming's face was serious, and his enthusiasm for the old man was obviously unwavering.

"Of course it's true." This Feng Jianming's indifference seemed to be expected by the old man, "Otherwise, why would I go so far to give you a business card?" The old man's smile was still on his face.

"Are you the only one who has this idea and has the action right now?" Feng Jianming opened his mouth and asked again.

"Of course not." The old man smiled, "There are other people who are doing this too. ”

"Who?" Feng Jianming hurriedly asked.

"Yun Feiyu." The corners of the old man's mouth furled, revealing a confident evil smile.

"Then why don't you go with him?" Feng Jianming continued to ask.

"Because his purpose is not the same as yours." The old man replied patiently.

"Huh?" Feng Jianming was a little puzzled, "What do you say?" ”

"His ambition is not ordinary." The old man explained, "I know you just want to change the outcome of that night, and he is different. ”

"Didn't he just want to change the consequences of that day?" Feng Jianming continued to ask rhetorically.

"Think about it, what happened that day led to how many follow-ups." The old man still looked very patient, "And Feng Yun's death is obviously unnecessary, after all, no matter whether he has an accident or not, that thing will be lost in his hands." ”

Hearing this, Feng Jianming didn't speak again, as if he was in thought.

"Although the nature is the same, the consequences we will cause are definitely much smaller than the consequences he caused." The old man persuaded, "Join us, and you won't be in regret all the time." ”

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jianming's heart suddenly trembled, he originally thought that he would not have this kind of psychology again.

In the past six months, Feng Jianming has also had some contacts with Liu Yaoxi's family, and he has never shown regrets. At that time, his mentality, like Yun Shichen at that time, regarded this incident as a natural disaster.

However, the old man's words just now gave him the idea of changing the past. It turned out that he would still regret it, he would still be sad, and he didn't come out at all.

Since the outcome won't change, why not save your father?

"Join, you guys?" Feng Jianming suddenly grasped another important point.

"Of course." The old man's smile was still on his face, "With such a big project, how can I be alone." ”

"That ......"

"Of course, I still have the team behind me, but you don't have to see it yet." The old man said again.

"Okay, when will that start?"

"Good." The old man nodded, then straightened up again, "We can start at any time, and you can even come tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay." Feng Jianming agreed without delay.

"Then let's say goodbye, see you tomorrow morning." The old man said again.

"By the way, I don't know you yet, can you tell me your name?" Feng Wanming changed his words and asked the old man.

"Name?" The old man seemed to be lost in thought, "Maybe you've heard of me." He smiled suddenly.

"Oh?" When Feng Jianming heard this, he became a little interested, "But I don't seem to have any impression of you at all." ”

"That's natural, I'm not as famous as that."

"That name ......"

"The name doesn't matter, you don't need to know it just yet. Just remember the location, it doesn't matter who I am. ”

After listening, Feng Jianming didn't speak anymore, he was still recalling the words just now. Not long after, Feng Jianming left.

"This person is really upright, I said it didn't matter, he really didn't ask." The old man smiled helplessly.

"It really doesn't matter anyway."

"Hey? You're ......."

"Isn't it?"

"You'd better straighten out your attitude." The old man suddenly retracted his previous emotions, and his whole person seemed to have changed.

"Just kidding."

"I believe you already know me well, what not to touch, you know."

"Got it, I'm going to get down to business."

The old man did not speak again.

Name? It really doesn't seem to be very important, what matters is my goal.

……

"Coming back?" As soon as Feng Jianming entered the door, Yang Yingtong immediately stepped forward and began to ask.

"Hmm." Feng Jianming replied while changing his shoes.

"How? What kind of project is it? Yang Yingtong asked curiously.

"It's a ......," Feng Jianming pretended to think and smiled, "It's not a bad project." ”

"Hey, it's quite mysterious." Yang Yingtong pursed her lips, and then didn't ask much.

"It's not finalized yet, I'll tell you when it's confirmed." Feng Jianming said again.

"Good, good." Yang Yingtong pretended to be perfunctory and teased, "Aren't all of our Mr. Feng's projects being millions per minute?!" ”

"Okay, don't be poor." Feng Jianming couldn't listen anymore and hurriedly stopped.

"It's still early, let's rest more." Yang Yingtong changed the topic, "Take advantage of the fact that today is the weekend, don't make yourself too tired again." ”

"yes, okay." Feng Jianming replied simply.

"By the way, tomorrow is the Qingming Festival." Yang Yingtong suddenly reminded.

"It's Qingming Day." Feng Jianming muttered silently, and at the same time fell into memories again.

"yes."

"Then I'll have to take some time to see my parents." Feng Jianming said again.

"Uh-huh." Yang Yingtong echoed.

"Then what kind of project will be pushed down first." Feng Jianming seemed to be talking to himself, and then he fell on the sofa all of a sudden.

"Push it down?" Yang Yingtong's tone suddenly changed again, "It's like you're busy." ”

"Don't expose it." Feng Qingming was a little aggrieved, "Let me feel a little bit like this, although I'm just doing some small work now." ”

"Good, good." Yang Yingtong laughed mercilessly, "No project can stop our Mr. Feng from being filial to his parents." After speaking, she sat down next to Feng Wanming.

"Don't let you be poor." Feng Jianming couldn't stand it anymore, and hugged Yang Yingtong. As the two spoke, they made a big fuss.

I'm sorry, dear, but I deceived you.

In order not to let Yang Yingtong know too much about her past, Feng Jianming just said that he lost his parents in the disaster of AI FALL. Yang Yingtong didn't know that he was a member of the once glorious Feng Group, and he was such an important member. Feng Jianming only felt that she didn't know well, and he didn't want to mention his past too much.

……

Liu Mengyu suddenly walked downstairs, and Liu Yaoxi and Xia Mengyou, who were sitting on the sofa in the hall, also stopped discussing.

"Dream? What's wrong? Seeing that Liu Mengyu seemed to have something to say, Xia Mengyou asked first.

"Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival." Liu Mengyu's tone was a little dumbfounded, which caught Liu Yaoxi and Xia Mengyou off guard.

"Qingming Festival?" Liu Yaoxi suddenly showed a thoughtful look, "Well, we know. In the end, he simply said this.

Liu Mengyuan stood in place and was stunned, looking at Liu Yaoxi and Xia Mengyou, and did not speak again. After a while, I walked back upstairs. Because, when this is mentioned, they all know what is going on in each other's hearts.

"It's Qingming Day." Xia Mengyou's expression suddenly darkened.

"It's been so long since I've seen my son and daughter-in-law." Liu Yaoxi thought and said.

"Hmm." Xia Mengyou simply responded. Then, they continued the topic just now: "That old cloud is over there......"

"I'm sticking to my idea." Liu Yaoxi said firmly.

"I really don't want to ...... anymore," Xia Meng said again.

"I know, of course I know that." Of course, Liu Yaoxi understood Xia Mengyou's worries, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Xia Mengyou's hand, "However, I don't want to be affected, it's no longer just us now." Liu Yaoxi even emphasized the word "now". Hearing this, Xia Mengyou also fully understood what he meant.

"Actually, I really can't think of any other way, since I can't stop him with words......" Xia Mengyou's tone also changed subtly.

"You can only use action." Liu Yaoxi continued in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I will always support you." Xia Mengyou smiled.

"Of course I'm relieved." Liu Yaoxi also smiled, "After so many years, will I still be worried?" ”