Fourteen years ago.

"Big brother, look at how beautiful the flowers in the garden are, let's go out and play?"

Gu Fengmian lowered his head, looked at the younger brother in front of him, who was seven years younger than him, glanced back at the thick stack of books on his desk, shook his head slightly, and said softly:

"Feng Ran, you go play first. I still have homework to write..."

"Ahh Dad, he's not fair at all, why did he let you write these things? ”

Gu Fengmian turned his head and looked at the "Treatise on the Monarch" in front of him, an inexplicable look flashed in his pupils, and replied:

"No, he's fair."

A rush of footsteps came, Gu Fengmian looked sideways, and saw the aunt who took care of his younger brother coming in a hurry, owing to him, and said in fear:

"Big young master, I didn't take a good look at the little young master, I disturbed your study, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine."

Gu Fengmian's voice was flat, and he waved his hand, signaling them to leave—the footsteps gradually faded away.

"Little master, you can't always run around!"

"I... I'm just here to play with Big Brother......"

"The eldest young master has something he has to be busy with, so you can play your own way, don't bother him anymore."

"Oh..."

He listened to the voice in the corridor, and the pen that flowed out of the clear handwriting paused slightly, and began to write naturally, but the point of view in the pen was much gentler, and it seemed that he urgently needed to be affirmed.

"Gu Fengmian! See for yourself what you've written! ”

Ignoring the note paper thrown on his face, Gu Fengmian habitually lowered his head, put his hands on his sides, bowed slightly, and said flatly:

"I'm sorry, father."

"I'll let you get me a plan, how to get rid of their family, you tell me it's better not to kill, if you don't kill me, what do I want you to do!"

"I'm sorry, father."

Gu Fengmian bent lower, but his face was indescribably flat. After the "father" who reprimanded loudly was angry, he seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, suppressed his voice, and still said sternly:

"Fengmian, you are different from that wild child of Fengran, I have high hopes for you, you don't want to live up to my expectations."

"Yes, father."

Walking out of the manor, Gu Fengmian looked up at the sun, squinted, and did not stagger his gaze for a long time. The subordinate beside him draped his coat over him and said with concern:

"The eldest young master, the master is also angry for a while......"

"I know ......"

Gu Fengmian staggered his eyes, patted the dust on the shoulders of his coat, stretched out his hands to straighten his sleeves, and said flatly:

"I just... I feel guilty for not being able to share my father's worries. ”

Nighttime.

"Which fire, how ......"

Before his subordinates finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the main building, he approached the window, looked up, it was full of blasting sparks, and hurriedly turned around and said to the eldest young master who revised the paper:

"Young master, the main building is on fire, will the master be in danger..."

"With Uncle Lin here, it's going to be fine."

The subordinate lowered his head, his expression was incomprehensible, and he quietly leaned into the young master's ear and said as if inadvertently:

"Young master, do you want to go to the rescue, show your attitude."

Gu Fengmian's eyes did not leave the book, and the pen flowed, as if he didn't care, and said:

"I've already made my father angry today, so why bother to be unhappy, you just stay here quietly with me. It also distracted Uncle Lin. ”

His subordinates also knew how to advance and retreat, and when they reached the point, they turned sideways and stood in the shadows on the side to protect the safety of his young master.

Inside the hall.

"This fire is very strange."

Gu Fengmian didn't speak, but just sat on both sides with his father's subordinates, looking respectful and listening quietly.

"Today, a new batch of fire oil has been entered, which is inside the 'door'."

"Father" looked around, took a pistol carved with strange patterns in his hand, lowered his voice, and muttered:

"All of you here are old brothers who have been with me for more than ten years... I also know that some people may have made a little confusion in their brains, but now stand up and everyone can discuss. ”

Gu Fengmian turned his head sideways, glanced at Uncle Lin who was sitting beside him, thought about it, and asked:

"Uncle Lin, this fire... Is the focus on the father? ”

Uncle Lin didn't seem to expect him to take the initiative to ask questions at such a suspicious point in time, he was slightly stunned, lowered his head and thought for a while, and responded:

"The fire was burning in all directions of the main building, and I didn't have much focus on it... Big young master, you don't have to worry about the master. At this time, talk less. ”

Gu Fengmian nodded gratefully, turned sideways, and glanced at the people in front of him. Old Man Wang, who was in charge of taking care of the warehouse, looked the most flustered. After all, the matter is with him, and he is the most suspicious.

The other people who were in charge of guarding the sentry and contacting the security did not have any unusual expressions, and they were surprisingly frank, thinking that they had just been guarding their father's side, thinking that they had cleared their suspicions.

He glanced slightly, and asked in a voice that everyone expected:

"Father, where is Feng Ran?"

When my father heard this question, he came back to his senses, skimmed Gu Fengmian, who was sitting on the side, his gloomy expression was a little more restrained, and he responded casually:

"He's missing."

"Missing?"

Uncle Lin was shocked, stood up, and felt the abruptness of his behavior, bowed down to his father and apologized, before he opened his mouth to explain:

"My perception of the little young master's breath has not disappeared, how can it be missing?"

"Huh."

Father waved his hand and motioned for his men to move their things out. Gu Fengmian looked at the things in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he said in surprise:

"It's... Wax figures?"

The father raised his eyes, said "um" one by one, turned around, patted the wax figure's head, and said:

"A wax figure that looks exactly like a real person."

Everyone didn't speak again, because they all knew very well that the severity of this trouble was far beyond the ordinary—they could replicate Gu Fengran's aura, and this inner ghost was far more familiar with the Gu family than they had imagined.

Imagine if you made a wax figure like this for his father......

Ignoring the old man Wang, who was almost on his knees and begging for mercy, Gu Fengmian said frankly and bluntly:

"Elder Wang, is there any movement in the warehouse today?"

Outside the hallway.

"Gu Fengmian, you stop me!"

Gu Fengmian turned around, looked coldly at the girl's face in front of him that was flushed with anger, lowered his head and sorted out the overly tight strap, and asked with a smile:

"What's the matter, Miss Chu?"

"You obviously understand your father's logic of doing things, and you still pushed Uncle Wang out at that moment, do you still have the heart? What else can you do for the little power you have? I was so mistaken about you, you're a brute! ”

Gu Fengmian listened to her words, the smile on his face was still natural, and he waited until the girl finished venting before he spoke politely:

"Is Miss Su Han finished? Thanks for the reminder. ”

As soon as the words fell, Gu Fengmian turned around and was about to leave quickly, but he heard a sobbing behind him that was more piercing than scolding. Chu Shuhan held back the tears that made him feel ashamed, and said in a low voice:

"How did you become like this? You weren't like this before..."

"People change..."

He turned his head and looked at the girl's tear-stained red eyes, with a playful expression, and continued:

“… I wish I could teach you this lesson. ”

Gu Fengmian didn't look back, but walked into the shadows at the end of the corridor with Chu Shuhan's incredulous gaze on his back.

Outside Xiangyang Village.

"Your name is Feng Ran?"

"Yes..."

The middle-aged woman glanced at her husband, who was smoking a cigarette, patted him, gave him a look, and motioned for him to speak. The middle-aged man snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and pulled his wife aside, and said in a suppressed voice:

"You don't know what the situation is today, you still have to raise such a little doll, everyone remembers things, can you still read us? When I grew up, I rolled my eyes and found someone to kiss my parents! ”

"Can you be quieter! People and children look white and pure, I like them all... Maybe it's someone else's house, it's something difficult, this world... I don't know. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, his drooping eyebrows raised, and his complexion eased a lot, but he didn't agree, and said doubtfully:

"Can people come with us? Besides, the doll doesn't look like it can live a hard life..."

"I can do it!"

The couple was a little surprised and looked back at the child in front of them. Feng Ran was startled by the sudden gaze of the two of them, but he also endured his timidity, and continued:

"Uncle and aunt, I'll go with you."

Fangjia in Xiangyang Village.

"Child, we raise you, and you are just like our own children. From now on, you'll call me 'Daddy.'" Call you Aunt Jiang 'mother'. ”

"Daddy..."

Feng Ran raised his head, glanced at the man in front of him, and then turned to the woman who was sitting on the ground washing food, and said jerkyly:

"Mother."

The two of them had a smile on their faces. The man was even more overjoyed, and shouted that he would take him to eat something delicious, but he paused again, bent down and said:

"You have a name, what is your name 'Wind Burning'. Our family doesn't have much culture, so we won't change it... You will follow my surname, and your name will be 'Fang Fengran'. ”

Fang Fengran nodded, looking out at the dark sky through the rudimentary steel window.

At that time, he didn't know how much he would miss this place in the days to come, how much he missed the "father" and "mother".