"Then who can repair the wounds of my childhood?" Wenwen asked Shuixi gloomily.

"Yourself, of course. Your injury is actually not Ling Feng, but your father's neglect of you, leaving you alone in a foreign country without love, making you unusually lonely. What you need is a lover who cares for you. But Ling Feng, he doesn't care about you, he cares more about his own wounds, that's why you are so sad. Put an end to your fairy tale and write a new one. Shuixi said, holding her hand.

"I'm not a writer." Wen Wenchang exhaled the stuffy breath in his chest.

"But you have a writer mom, don't you?" Shuixi looked at her lovingly.

Wen Wen sneered: "Do you want you and me to call you mother instead?"

"It's still mom's kindness. Your father said that my witch and you, the little goblin, were all that was inside him. Our family will be very happy. “

Wenwen was a little moved, she hugged Shuixi, she was not so sad.

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Ling Feng was in a bad mood and fell asleep when he came back.

Just falling asleep, a phone call woke him up.

"I'm sorry, Ling Feng, I was wrong." Wenwen apologized on the other end of the phone.

Ling Feng couldn't cry or laugh, she was like this, she came to make peace after being impulsive.

"I should apologize for not being a good teacher or a good brother." He said sincerely.

"No, I figured it out, I sincerely apologize, if I put a lot of pressure on you, it won't be in the future. I just want to ask you one last question. “

Ling Feng smiled, she always had the last one, and said helplessly: "Say it."

"Did you and the Wind Spirit know each other when you were kids?"

"Yes.

"Then I'm okay with that, bless you. Really, I'm not sad either, good night. The other party snapped and put down the phone.

Ling Feng felt incredulous, she really had no opinion?

It's good if it's okay.

This time he was in a much better mood, looking at the time it was only half past eleven in the evening, thinking that Feng Ling had already rested, greet her.

I was just about to call, and the call came, it was Chen Guang's.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Xiaoque asked me for your phone number, saying that I have something important to tell you. Do you want to give it to her? Chen Guang replied.

"She's the same as you." He refused. Xiaoque made him feel like a rancid beer, with a disgusting smell, and he didn't want to deal with her.

"She said that she had news about a relative of yours in Sichuan and wanted to tell you in person."

Ling Feng's brows furrowed, Sichuan relatives? Don't

"Okay, you give it to her."

It didn't take long for Xiaoque to call.

Ling Feng pressed the hands-free.

An old voice came over there for a while: "Xiaofeng, it's me, I'm your father."

Ling Feng's blood surged to the top of his head, father? He, isn't he in a cell? When was it released, and now it's at Xiaoque?

"Where are you now?" He asked.

"Your friend's house. Thank you so much for helping me get in touch with you, I know you're a big star, I, I'm really a drag on you"

Ling Feng hated so much that he wanted to turn off his phone. Can he not drag down?

At the age of two, he left himself at the age of two, and he didn't even know what he looked like.

He was disgusted that he had such a father, and for a long time even forgot that he existed.

But after the death of his adoptive parents, he felt the fragility of life. If a man dies, all is empty. What are those grievances compared to life?

Their lives were given by their parents, and even if they did not support themselves, they gave themselves life, even though it was full of pain and loneliness.