"Teacher Feng, someone is looking for you."

The little girl who was cleaning made a report.

In Professor Feng's eyes, this little girl is here to clean up, and by the way, to take care of the important prisoners living in the well building. The little girl didn't even know what the Jinghao Building where she worked stood and meant. The little girl thought she was working in a private 'hotel'. Take care of the guests staying in this hotel.

Of course, this is not what Professor Feng thought. It's nine places that make the people who live in the well building think so.

When Professor Feng heard the little girl's words, he let out a faint 'oh', "Who?" ”

The little girl replied, "I don't know either." Never been here before. ”

"That's right."

In order to convince Professor Feng that he was a person who had nothing to do with cleaning, the little girl smiled and said, "Teacher Feng, who is that man?" He's so handsome! When I saw him, I couldn't even walk. ”

Professor Feng laughed twice, "That's my son-in-law." ”

Between the words, there is a lot of pride.

The little girl also smiled, "It turned out to be Professor Feng's son-in-law!" Sure enough, this handsome guy already has a partner. ”

"Alright, you go down." Professor Feng turned his back to the little girl and waved his hand, "Thank you for taking care of me." ”

"What did Mr. Feng say, I was originally the housekeeper of this villa. The guests who live in this villa are the people I have to take care of. It's my job. ”

"Thank you, you let my son-in-law come up." Professor Feng hammered his thigh, "I'm too old to walk. ”

"Okay. Teacher Feng, then you wait. When the little girl had finished speaking, she went out.

Professor Feng sat on a bamboo and rattan recliner under the bedroom window on the third floor of the villa, watching the pouring rain outside the window.

When people who don't know see this picture, they really think that Professor Feng is a retired old teacher, waiting for his children to come to visit him after work.

His back looked very lonely and lonely. It's even more revealing of what he said...... Only the loneliness of the elderly.

When An Ning walked to the door of the bedroom and saw Professor Feng sitting under the window, he suddenly felt unspeakably uncomfortable and depressed.

She didn't notice that Master's hair was already gray. She still remembers that when she dyed her gray hair black for her master, the master would always nag and babble to her that she would find a good man to marry earlier, and kept forcing her to marry.

Thinking about it, it turns out that she hasn't dyed her master's hair for more than a year. In the past, she did the work of dyeing Master's hair.

The tip of his nose was sour, and An Ning called softly, "Master." ”

Professor Feng turned his head sharply and saw An Ning, his eyes full of disbelief and anger at betrayal.

"Lu Yuechuan! You promised me! You promised me! ”

"Father-in-law, this matter has nothing to do with Lu Yuechuan." Emperor Quan Yu took a step forward and looked down at Professor Feng calmly, "You can block Lu Yuechuan's mouth, but you can't stop the mouths of others." If you don't want people to know, you can't do it unless you do. Thing, you did. You want to hide it from An Xiaoyou for the rest of your life, how is it possible? ”

Professor Feng was suddenly frightened, and he turned around suddenly, not daring to look at An Ning's fox eyes.

"Aning, you...... Let's go. I don't have anything to tell you. I don't want to see you either. ”

Such Professor Feng is like a child who has done something wrong, ashamed to meet people. His back was full of panic and fear.

An Ning clearly saw that her master's hand was trembling as he reached for the cigarette on the table next to the rattan chair.

Professor Feng curled himself up in a ball and hid behind a wicker chair.

In that way, panicked and scared.

This made An Ning's heart twitch for a while.

She guessed that the master definitely didn't want to see her, but she didn't expect that the master really didn't even dare to see her, so he would drive her away.

Emperor Quan Yuhuang hugged her shoulders tightly, which gave An Ning the confidence to stand here.

"Master, do you really have nothing to say to me? Do you really not want to see me? ”

"No...... No ......" Professor Feng shook his head in a panic, looking as if he was already feeling a little crazy, "I don't have anything to say to you, and I don't want to see you." You go, you go......"

In An Ning's memory, when did she see the high-spirited Professor Feng standing on the three-foot podium to give a lecture to the students, and he had such a flustered and crazy appearance?

In my heart, the pain is unbearable.

At this moment, Quan Yuhuang rubbed her head heavily, and at the end, he reached out and pinched the tip of her nose.

An Ning raised her head and saw the handsome man showing a faint smile at her, that smile was extremely gentle and warm.

All the emotions in my heart have become so light and light.

"Master, you don't have anything to tell me, but I have something to tell you. You don't want to see me, but I see you. You are my master, the father who raised me. Where is there a father who does not want to see his daughter? ”

Professor Feng still curled himself up in a ball and hid behind the rattan chair, his voice trembling a little, "A-Ning...... You...... Do you still consider me your father? ”

"Yes. No matter what you do, you will always be my father. An Ning said so firmly, "The grace of nurturing is unforgettable, and I dare not forget it." I will always think of you as my father. Forever. ”

Professor Feng twisted his neck and wanted to go to see An Ning, but he still didn't dare to go to An Ning.

Because he knows best what he's done.

"Good...... Okay......" Professor Feng shuddered and stretched out his hand, trying to light the cigarette, but he couldn't press the lighter.

Seeing this, Emperor Quan Yu let go of Anning, walked over, squatted down and stretched, and personally lit the cigarette for Professor Feng.

"Son-in-law Quan......" Professor Feng stared blankly at Emperor Quan Yuhuang who was squatting at his feet.

"Since An Xiaoyou said that she will treat you as her father for the rest of her life, then you are also my father-in-law for life."

Squatting down and stretching out to light a cigarette for my father-in-law, is there a problem?

Professor Feng's eyes turned red all of a sudden, "I...... I did something like that and hurt both of you, are you two still willing to recognize me as a father? ”

"An Xiaodemon is willing, what am I not willing to do." Emperor Quan Yu replied.

Professor Feng's fingers holding the cigarette were trembling. But the frequency of trembling has gradually decreased.

He smoked his cigarette vigorously and stared blankly at the pouring rain outside the window.

Emperor Quan Yuhuang didn't speak, just half-squatted next to the rattan chair. Lu Yuechuan moved a chair for Quan Yuhuang, and Quan Yuhuang sat down and lit a cigarette for himself.

The two men were looking out the window at the pouring rain and smoking in silence.

An Ning looked at the backs of the two of them, and her heart was blocked, which was very uncomfortable.

Lu Yuechuan sighed, also moved a chair, and put it on the right hand side of the rattan chair, he held An Ning's shoulders and pushed her to sit down on the chair.

Professor Feng sat on a wicker chair, with Emperor Quan Yu on his left and An Ning on his right.

People who don't know will really think that this is a daughter and son-in-law, accompanying their father to enjoy the rain outside the window.

What a happy picture?

How warm it looks, how cruel it is.

An Ning couldn't help but reach out and put his little hand on the back of Professor Feng's hand on the armrest of the rattan chair.

The hands that were holding chalk on the three-foot podium were already full of wrinkles and age spots.

These hands, to the point that there is not much roughness. It is even more delicate than the hands of many old people.

The hand that holds the pen is naturally much more delicate than the hand of the coolie.

Seeing that Professor Feng didn't dodge and shook off his hand, An Ning clenched Professor Feng's hand.

The pads of her fingers rubbed gently against the calluses of Professor Fung's thumb, index and middle fingers.

How many board books do you have to write on the blackboard to leave such thick calluses on your thumb?

Her master stood on the three-foot podium and stood all his life, even though he was now a gray-haired old man in his seventies, he still insisted on standing on the podium to teach and lecture to students. Her master said that as long as he could stand for a day, he would teach the students on the podium for a day.

Such a master, she still can't believe that he would actually participate in the conspiracy to frame the Quan family.

An Ning clearly remembers that when she graduated from university, Professor Feng was the student's favorite substitute teacher. On the day of the graduation ceremony, many students who liked Professor Feng wrote letters to Professor Feng. She didn't write because she said what she wanted to say every day.

But she remembered a sentence in a letter very vividly.

That letter was written by Jiang Xinran to Professor Feng.

She said that Professor Feng's hand holding the chalk was like a . The army held the command flag and waved the hand of Fang Xuan's army formation. That chalk is the will. The banner of command of the three armies in the hands of the army. The three-foot podium is the point platform for Professor Feng to order the three armies.

The reason why Jiang Xinran wrote this sentence is because when they took the last exam, Professor Feng was the invigilator. Before the bell rang for the start of the exam, Professor Feng said something that was still fresh in the memory of the students.

Professor Feng said, I hope that the moment you close the cap of the pen in the answer paper, you will have the pride of the chivalrous swordsman to put the sword into the sheath.

That's why Jiang Xinran wrote such a letter to Professor Feng.

If Professor Feng is standing on the point of commanding the generals of the three armies. Jun, then these students who sit under the podium and listen to the lecture are Professor Feng's soldiers.

What a precise and piercing metaphor?

Jiang Xinran's letter to Professor Feng was later included in the Central Government, and the school collected the letters written by students to teachers and teachers to students, and finally published them into a book collection.

Professor Feng's words and Jiang Xinran's words are all included.

Have these hands holding chalk to teach students have also been stained with innocent blood?

At the tip of the heart, it was a fierce convulsion.

An Ning's eyes were red, and a tear fell. Impartially, it landed right on the back of Professor Feng's hand.

The tears were so hot that they almost burned the back of Professor Feng's hand.

His arm, along with his whole body, trembled violently, as if he had been burned, and Professor Feng jerked his hand back.

"Aning—"

Professor Feng spoke, but he was deeply tired and old.

An Ning choked a few times, and she said softly, "Master, you say." ”

"Can't you just dodge it first? Whatever the master has done, the master will not hide it, and I will tell the son-in-law of the right 1510. Can't you listen to your son-in-law? You can't ...... Can't you let your master live? ”