Chapter Forty-Seven: A New Dream
Hearing Xiaoying's words clearly, of course, everyone had guessed what Xiaoying saw just now.
After a while, Feng Fei patted Yue Ming on the shoulder and said softly, "Help Xiaoying to your room and let her lie down and rest." ”
On this day, time seems to pass slowly.
However, no matter how slow time is, it always keeps passing.
Late, 10:30.
At this time, for people who are used to going to bed early, they have already fallen asleep.
Feng Fei is a person who goes to bed early.
He had already fallen asleep.
His dreams are getting clearer and clearer.
His dream turned out to be a small house.
Feng Fei locked himself in his room and didn't go out for a few days, only when it was time for dinner, under the persuasion of his father and mother many times, he reluctantly came out to eat something, and then walked back to the bedroom without saying a word, and continued to sleep, or in a daze.
Feng Fei is usually not like this, he is an outgoing, very cheerful, and sunny person. Since his wedding to Chen Congcong last week, he has changed, and he has become what he is now.
That is, since that wedding, there was an empty glass bottle on the table in Feng Fei's bedroom.
This is a transparent glass bottle of liquor, and the wine inside has already been drunk by Feng Fei.
Actually, this bottle can't be considered empty, because it still has one thing in it - a ring.
It was a diamond-encrusted wedding ring, which had taken Feng Fei's savings for half a year to buy.
Of course, Feng Fei planned to wear it on the bride's hand in person when the wedding was held, but it was a pity that ...... Hey, now it's stuck in a bottle.
The ring does not sink to the bottom of the bottle, but is tied with a thin thread and hangs in the center of the bottle, and the other end of the thread is exposed outside the bottle.
Feng Fei sat at the head of the bed every day, quietly staring at the bottle in a daze, and sometimes he shook the bottle and watched the ring sway from side to side inside.
Looking at it, his memory took him to the wedding scene five days ago, a wedding he will never forget.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and the riverside park in the southern suburbs of the city is full of flowers and crowds, which is the wedding scene of Feng Fei and Chen Congcong.
At ten o'clock in the morning, with a beautiful song, Feng Fei took Chen Congcong and stepped on the red carpet in front of everyone. Relatives, friends, and guests from all over the world surrounded the couple and sent their blessings with applause.
The emcee was even more passionate, he held the microphone, skillfully combined with the atmosphere of the scene, and delivered his professional wedding speech.
Feng Fei took out a very delicate small box, and inside the box was a shiny wedding diamond ring. Feng Fei slowly took one of Chen Congcong's hands, ready to put the ring on Chen Congcong.
At this moment, Feng Fei had been waiting for twenty-four years, and today, he had finally arrived. The relatives and friends who came to attend the wedding also stared intently at this scene, as if they were witnessing the couple in front of them.
Feng Fei took out the diamond ring and was about to put it on Chen Congcong, when something unexpected happened.
A person suddenly walked out of the crowd, a strange man about the same age as Feng Fei, this person was neatly dressed, a navy blue suit, a white shirt, a red patterned tie, looking at the temperament of the clothes, he should be a rich child.
"Cong Cong, let's go." His words were enough to surprise everyone present. Feng Fei was even more confused, and he was stunned on the spot, but he didn't know what to do.
Of course, Feng Fei didn't know the meaning of this sentence, but the next scene made him understand that this sentence was simply a thunderbolt from a sunny sky that happened to be split overhead.
Because, it was just this short sentence, six words, Chen Congcong really left with him!