Feng Yin cautiously stepped out of the door, holding the white porcelain bowl with the medicine in his left hand.

Wu Jifeng became nervous the moment he saw Feng Yin, his heart fluttered wildly, and he held his breath and carefully observed Feng Yin's every move, hoping to find some clues from here.

Feng Yin walked to the recliner in the porch with the medicine bowl in his hand, and carefully placed it on the half-man-high verandah. Turning around, he pulled the chaise longue to the sunny side, sat down lightly, and reclined down. After adjusting to a comfortable position, close your eyes and pretend to sleep.

As soon as Feng Yin lay down, her mother-in-law came out of the house, still holding a small thick quilt in her hand. She walked over to the chaise longue and bent down to gently place the quilt over Feng Yin, but turned her gaze to the bowl of medicine on the verandah.

Feng Yin opened her eyes and lifted the quilt up, and her eyes followed her mother-in-law to the bowl of medicine.

She seemed to lower her eyes, but then sat up. Reaching out to take the medicine bowl, he raised it to his mouth and took a sip carefully, frowning as if he was a little uncomfortable, and raised his head and whispered something to his mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law looked at the steaming hot air coming out of the medicine bowl and nodded, and Feng Yin put it back on the table.

The mother-in-law turned around and went into the house again, and when she came out again, she held a plate of dates and a cup of tea in her hand, bowed her head and said something to Feng Yin, and then placed them next to the medicine bowl.

Feng Yin nodded, took a candied fruit and put it in his mouth, and lay down again.

The mother-in-law glanced at Feng Yin again and seemed to be relieved, so she turned and went into the house.

Seeing that she didn't drink the medicine, Wu Jifeng felt faintly happy in his heart. It seems that the medicine should be too hot, so her mother-in-law allowed her to drink it after it cooled.

But it was precisely because of this that Wu Jifeng's heart was even more entangled and tormented, and he wanted to stop her, but he could only watch here.

But at this moment, Feng Yin quickly rolled over and got out of the chaise longue and cautiously walked to the door.

She first pressed her head to the thick cotton curtain and listened quietly for a long time, then quickly walked to the verandah, took the white porcelain bowl and descended the steps, and walked towards the middle of the courtyard. Her heels were slightly lifted under the corners of her skirt.

She walked extremely carefully all the way, as if she was afraid of alarming something.

Wu Jifeng didn't understand what she was going to do, frowned, and looked at her more carefully.

She didn't stop until she reached the banyan tree, squatted down slightly, and looked back at the door of the house as if she was not at ease, and after confirming that there was no movement, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, turned her head and tilted her right hand slightly to the side, and the black liquid fell from the bowl into the soil.

As if afraid that it would be too conspicuous to fall in one place, her right hand kept moving slowly, and the medicine followed her movements and drew a semicircle around the small tree.

Wu Jifeng's eyes widened in shock, watching as the bowl of medicine was all mixed into the dirt.

After carefully pouring all the medicine, Feng Yin turned his head to look at the door again, and after confirming that it was safe, he immediately stood up and quickly ran back to the chaise longue with his little feet. In order to do enough work, she grabbed a few dates and stuffed them into her mouth, and poured the whole cup of tea into it.

Wu Jifeng's shoulders drooped, and the strength of her whole body dispersed, she really knew something.

At this time, Feng Yin lay down again, calmly covered his body with a small quilt and pretended to sleep. The white porcelain bowls and teacups above the porch are placed side by side, so natural, so natural that it seems as if nothing had happened before.

When the mother-in-law saw this, the only thing she knew was that Feng Yin once again endured the hard work and poured the bitter medicine into her mouth, and everything remained unchanged as before. After the mother-in-law smiled comfortably and brought everything into the house, Wu Jifeng saw that Feng Yin, who had been lying down as if he was asleep, finally moved, turned his head to look at the direction of his mother-in-law's departure, and seemed to breathe a deep sigh of relief.

After seeing all this, Wu Jifeng jumped off the courtyard wall and landed firmly on the ground. He tugged at the corners of his mouth like a self-deprecating one, and his heart hurt a little.

This is the evidence, the most direct evidence.

Wu Jifeng slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard, trying to digest everything he saw.

Some things, no matter how long they drag on, will always have to be faced in the end. Since you can't escape, you don't have to struggle.

Wu Jifeng has always understood this truth, so he never likes to escape. What's more, he still has a trace of luck in his selfish heart, thinking that maybe things haven't gotten to the worst point, maybe Feng Yin just noticed something abnormal, after all, she is a smart child, how can she be deceived all the time without noticing, maybe she knows something, but she doesn't know the part she wants to hide the most, or maybe, she just learned badly with Wen Shuo, and she was really tired of taking medicine before she came up with such a bad idea, after all, the medicine is so bitter, no one wants to keep taking it.

So, you don't have to plan for the worst, right?

So, as long as she doesn't say it, there are still thousands of possibilities, right?

So, as long as she doesn't say it, she can still act like before, right?

Wu Jifeng stood quietly in front of the door for a long time, and when his emotions finally calmed down completely, and finally returned to the calm appearance of everything, he finally stretched out his hand and pushed open the courtyard door.

Looking at it this way, he is still the Wu Jifeng who can be relied on and trusted.

With a tight and piercing "creak", the wooden door slowly opened.

Wu Jifeng raised his eyes and looked at the recliner in front of him, and his wind was there.

When he saw the defenseless face lying on the chaise longue, his heart was full of tenderness.

Unconsciously showing a warm smile, he softly opened his mouth and called out, "Wind groan, I'm here." ”

In a vague and dim consciousness, Feng Yin heard the sound of the wooden door opening and closing.

Others say that this sound is noisy and harsh, but Feng Yin only likes its long rhythm.

The mood was more pleasant and relaxed in this long rhythm, and Feng Yin couldn't help but let go of his tense shoulders, and his thoughts slowly sank. Just as his consciousness was gradually loosening and he was about to enter the Void Dream Realm, an extremely familiar voice floated over.

He called his name, and he whispered "I'm coming".

But whose voice is this? Feng Yin couldn't help but think, but couldn't think of it?

Suddenly, a silver-gray slender figure appeared in the dream, and his robe emitted a faint golden glow in the setting sun. Feng Yin couldn't help but look up at his face, and when he looked up, he met a pair of his eyes, a pair of dark, bright eyes.

He laughed suddenly, and a pair of black moon-like eyes emitted a bright light warmer than the sun, and he said, "Wind Whisper, it's me, I'm uncle." ”

"Uncle", the wind groaned in a low voice, grasping his wandering consciousness and began to think.

Countless images swirled through my mind, and when a scene appeared, I finally woke up, and the memory came back in an instant.

Wind Yin sat up with a thud as his thoughts returned, and turned to look at the comer.

Her expression instantly dimmed, a little tear appeared in her eyes, her thoughts were chaotic, her lips opened, but she didn't say anything for a long time.

Wu Jifeng stopped when he saw her appearance, his smile froze, his originally bright eyes were extinguished, his hands trembled slightly, and he froze in place like a stone statue.

The wind was silent, and Wu Jifeng did not move.

The two looked at each other with their own hearts, and confronted each other quietly through the delicate air.

Wind Yin's heart pounded violently when she saw him, as if she were afraid and surprised.

I wasn't ready to face him, I didn't know how to deal with my complicated thoughts, my head was empty for a while, and the only thing I could do was to sit there in a daze.

This kind of her made Wu Jifeng think of the worst guess, his heart was "fluttering", "fluttering" and beating violently, this was the last thing he wanted to face, this kind of confrontation was more terrible than fierce questioning and quarreling, and it was even more unbearable for him.

After all, he was defeated first, he took a tentative step forward, raised his arms slightly and opened his arms to Feng Yin, tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth and looked at her with a smile, looked into her eyes and said in a gentle tone: "What's the matter, come over and let the uncle see." ”

It's him, it's uncle. Feng Yin's eyes were extremely sour, and he could no longer hold back the grievances and resentment boiling in his chest, so he looked at him in a daze, and shed tears at this moment.

Tears fell one by one, smashed on the back of his hand, and wet his heart.

It wasn't until this moment, until he faced him again, until he stretched out his hands again, that Feng Yin finally understood that no matter what he knew, the person in front of him would never be truly resentful.

As long as you face him, as long as you are by his side, the only thing you want to do, and the only thing you can do, is to be close and dependent.

However, if you forgive like this, you are unwilling, but you can't tell why you are unwilling. Feng Yin simply stopped looking at him, lowered his head and whimpered aggrievedly.

Wu Jifeng's heart ached when he looked at her, and he strode over, but he didn't dare to hug her into his arms like before, so he had to tentatively pat the back of her head and comfort her in a low voice, "Don't cry, don't cry...... Uncle is here, there is an uncle in everything, don't be afraid of anything. ”

Feng Yin couldn't hold back any longer, raised his hand to hug his waist, buried his face in his chest, and nodded lightly with tears in his eyes.

Wu Jifeng's hanging heart fell, and he let out a long sigh of relief. At this moment, he is full of gratitude, grateful that God has left him a chance.

Caressing the long hair on the back of Feng Yin's head, Wu Jifeng lowered his head and made a promise: "Uncle will help you solve all things, you don't have to be afraid of anything." ”

Wind Groan buried her head deep in his chest, her arms tightened, and finally she stopped sobbing and closed her eyes gently.

Wu Jifeng stopped talking, just stroked her long hair at once to ease her emotions.

Wu Jifeng suddenly felt that it no longer mattered what she knew, as long as she was willing to admit herself, this was enough, and everything else didn't have to care.