After the Silent Master left, the room fell completely silent. The sunset sank deeper to the west, and the light through the window slowly moved away from Wu Jifeng's face, and then fell at his feet and on the side of the bed, gradually becoming lighter and more transparent, reflecting the empty room more bleak and desolate in the cold air.

Wu Jifeng never got up, just put his left hand on the table to support his forehead, and sat quietly, quietly watching the wind through half a room. His eyes were as dark and deep as they were back then, but they were quietly dyed with layers of sorrow by time.

Feng Yin lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his mind clear, but his heart had never been so bitter and tired.

At this time, she would rather be asleep, rather she hadn't woken up, so that she wouldn't have to hear those conversations, not have to face the facts that have been sorted out in her mind, and not have to be heartbroken because of these truths and falsehoods.

However, after the heart was painful to the extreme, his thoughts calmed down. The noisy, restless, and panicked brain finally quieted down after the final answer was revealed, and the unwillingness, uneasiness, complaints, and the little hope that had accumulated in the heart were all gone.

In a trance, the wind groaned and dispersed his spirit, his body softened, and he unloaded the strength of his whole body and lay quietly like a stupid wandering spirit, and the words kept echoing in his mind.

"No matter what, I always have to protect the safety of my eldest brother and sister-in-law and children, after all, they have been suffering for so many years. ”

Yes, how can I forget, they are also uncle's relatives, uncle's eldest brother and sister-in-law, blood relatives, they have lived together for so many years. And the unborn child, he, like himself, has to call him uncle.

Moreover, they have been suffering for so many years.

A moment ago, he was still asking in his heart why the uncle was so ruthless and had to send him away, but at this moment it was very clear.

I only have my uncle, but my uncle still has them.

How dare you be so self-conscious, how dare you compete with them in the uncle's heart.

The unborn child, he will have a pair of black eyes, as pure as jade.

When he is born, the uncle will definitely like him, love him and take care of him, just like himself. Or would it be better than for themselves? After all, they are the real blood relatives.

And themselves, they have in them the blood of their enemies, the blood of filthy and lowly to them.

I still remember vividly that Daddy's cold halberd pierced deep into my grandfather's thin chest, and his eyes were blood-red and dazzling, and they were extremely gloomy, just like his own.

At that time, he was a demon. I know it, and my uncle knows it.

Will one day he become like him? I will think about it, and my uncle will think about it too.

Therefore, the uncle's final conclusion is that he thinks that he will really become a demon, like a demon like Daddy.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Yin felt a chill all over his body, terrified, and heartbroken.

That's why Uncle will have to let himself go. Because even if there is only one possibility, he will never let himself hurt his eldest brother and sister-in-law and that child, and hurt his last relatives.

This is called "prevention before it happens".

But will you really become a demon, will you hurt your father and mother and that child?

Even, will it hurt the uncle?

Wind Yin didn't know, and definitely didn't want to know, but it wasn't impossible.

Ha, I see. Feng Yin felt that his departure was so reasonable at this moment.

Only when I leave can I give you real peace of mind.

Thinking of this step, Feng Yin's whole body and mind completely quieted down. The thought of wanting to stay in my mind was completely dispelled by myself, and I no longer had the strength to gather it.

After the night of the night, when Feng Yin's mind was confused, he thought about what he should do if parting really came as a last resort.

Is it crying, is it trouble, or should I tear my face and ask my uncle about the cause and effect?

But now that the parting has really come, Feng Yin has no strength to entangle and cry.

Cause and effect are already doomed, and no matter how much you struggle, it will be in vain. What's more, you've been working up for me for so many years, and I really don't want to embarrass you anymore.

Would you be happy if you knew that I was willing to leave? Would you be relieved, would you smile with relief?

Feng Yin suddenly smiled, and unconsciously opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly and turned his head to look at Wu Jifeng not far away.

Somehow, Wu Jifeng suddenly felt tired. It was as if the sleepiness accumulated last night had erupted in this dusk, and the mind was groggy and couldn't sit there to lift the spirits.

Turning his face to look out the window, the sky was not yet dark, but the afterglow of the sun shining into the window had lost its brightness and brilliance. Then he turned his face to look at Xiang Fengyin, although he couldn't see clearly, he could make out that he was lying there motionless, as if he was still asleep.

She slept so deep and quiet, Wu Jifeng's eyes were inexplicably happy, and she smiled lightly. couldn't bear to wake her up, and didn't want to leave, Wu Jifeng put his arms on the table again, put the back of his hand against his forehead, closed his eyes gently, and soothed his spirit and fell asleep.

Maybe the smell of incense in the house has not dissipated, or maybe the wind is beside him to make him feel inexplicably relieved, obviously thinking that he is just closing his eyes to recuperate, but after a while, Wu Jifeng still lost consciousness and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Jifeng felt his eyes light up in the haze, his eyes rolled slightly, and he was about to wake up. But before he opened his eyes, the light in front of him dimmed again, as if it was blocked by something, and the cold air around his body suddenly became a little different, and the coldness in front of him seemed to disperse, slowly mixed with some warm touch.

Wu Jifeng became alert, and opened his eyes with a frown.

Feng Yin stood directly in front of him one step away, smiled lightly the moment he opened his eyes, and said softly, "It's getting dark." ”

Wu Jifeng let go of his frowning brows, moved his arm that was a little numb, looked at the bright candles on the cabinet in the south corner of the house, and asked, "Why did you light the candles there?"

Feng Yin kept looking at his face, as if he was greedy and refused to look away: "I originally wanted to order it on the table, for fear of waking you up." ”

Wu Jifeng's heart warmed up because of this ordinary sentence, he laughed, looked at her with affection, and said, "It's also a good place, it's high there, and it can illuminate the whole room." ”

Feng Yin raised the corner of his lips and smiled, took a step forward, stretched out his hands to hold Wu Jifeng's left arm, which had not yet recovered from the paralysis, and gently pressed it to help him move, first his arm and then his fingers.

Wu Jifeng looked at her rather serious face, felt the soft force of her slightly cool fingers, and his heart softened suddenly, obviously he was no longer numb, but he still didn't interrupt her, and still shook his fingers and arms back and forth along her strength.

"Where did I learn this, but I have some strength in my hands. ”

Feng Yin looked at his face again, full of dependence and closeness, but when he lowered his head, he hid the reluctance and sadness that was about to erupt: "In the past, my hands and feet were numb, Wen Shuo always helped me press it, and I learned it after watching more." ”

Wu Jifeng's smile faded, and he held a pair of her small hands with his backhand, and said, "Okay, it's not numb anymore." ”

Feng Yin put his hand in his hand and let him hold it, lowered his head for a long time before adjusting his mood and looking up at him.

She looked into his eyes and asked very seriously, "Uncle, you're tired, aren't you?"

Wu Jifeng's eyes trembled invisibly, a little surprised by her expression. If she is not mistaken, there is clearly a layer of sadness on her face, as if she has been wronged, and as if she has lost something, both sad and sad.

"Not tired. ”

Wu Jifeng pulled her to sit on the chair beside him, stretched out his hand to caress her eyes lovingly, and said with a chuckle, "It's just that you slept soundly and greedily, and the sleepy worm was hooked out." ”

Feng Yin lowered his head, pursed his lips lightly, and lowered his voice: "Because of me, you're so tired, aren't you?"

Wu Jifeng was stunned for a while, a little puzzled, and a little nervous, and he didn't dare to answer easily, frowning and pausing for a while before saying: "Uncle is not tired at all, we have to go to the night market in a while, how can I be tired." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Jifeng suddenly remembered something, a smile welled up on his face, and he reached out to stroke the black hair on the top of Feng Yin's head and said, "Uncle still has a gift for you, I will make it up to you in a while." ”

Feng Yin looked up at his smiling face, his heart was warm and astringent, greedy and reluctant, but he still laughed and replied obediently: "Okay." ”

Feng Yin tried his best to see the expression on his face, tried his best to feel the temperature of his palm, and tried his best to warn himself in his heart that it was the last time, really just the last time.

"Da, da, da. ”

There were three beats at the door of the house, and a clear voice came from outside the door, "Second master, the meal is ready, Master asks you and the girl to come over quickly." ”

Wu Jifeng looked out of the door and replied, "I know, go over immediately." As he spoke, he stood up, took Feng Yin's hand and walked out, Feng Yin obediently followed behind him, staring closely at his back, but the smile disappeared after he turned around.

In the General's Mansion, Feng Wenyue sat at the table, holding a pair of delicately made tiger head shoes and looking at them carefully, with a satisfied smile on her face. The smile sparkled into his eyes, dyeing a pair of beautiful eyes even more dazzling and beautiful.

Wu Jichen walked in slowly from outside the house, saw Wen Yue's smiling face in front of the door, and was hooked at a glance. Afraid of disturbing such a beautiful picture, he stopped his pace and leaned against the door frame to watch quietly, not even noticing how deep the curvature of the corners of his lips was.

Wen Yue noticed the burning gaze not far away, raised her head to look at the past, and said with a sneer: "I don't go inside when I enter the door, what are you doing leaning on the door." ”

Wu Jichen stood up straight, and said with a smile as he walked: "The beauty is picturesque, how can it be easily disturbed." ”

Wen Yue glanced at him with a smile and said angrily, "Flim tongue." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to look at the pair of tiger head shoes, and said, "Look, I embroidered it for the child, is it good?"

Wu Jichen leaned over from behind her, stretched out his arms to wrap around her, gently put his head on her shoulder, and smiled in her ear: "It's beautiful, your embroidery is all good-looking." ”