After arranging everything, Wu Jifeng turned around and entered the house.

Exhaustion mixed with bitterness rushed to his brain, he should have gone to rest, but he was stirred to the ground and did not feel sleepy at all.

That's probably all I can do.

Although he couldn't be sure that the black shadow was indeed related to Jiu Lieli, now that he had found out, he couldn't ignore the safety of his family. But if that black shadow is really related to Jiu Lie Li, before figuring out his purpose, he will never dare to rashly let his eldest brother and sister-in-law know about his existence, so this should be the best arrangement for everyone.

Moving to the bed with difficulty, he allowed himself to unload all his strength and collapse.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was full of images of tonight. The sound of "Daddy" lingering softly in the ears of the wind, and it couldn't be dispersed. Somehow, there was a sudden pain in his chest, as if a small cut had been torn in his heart, and although he didn't bleed much, it hurt so much that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Probably, this is retribution.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, swallowing the astringency in his eyes.

The darkness outside had cleared up another layer, and the sky was a little brighter again.

He was suddenly afraid of the dawn for no reason, and grabbed the corner of the quilt to cover his eyes, as if he could avoid the dawn and all the possibility of going bad.

What should I do after dawn, how should I go to see her, how should I face her?

What do you know, what do you know? What do you believe?

If one day, after you learn the truth, will you still be this simple wind groan? In your mind, will I still be your closest uncle?

Wu Jifeng laughed himself, how could it be, he knew it from the beginning, so he desperately hid those pasts, so he became an accomplice of the eldest brother and sister-in-law, didn't he?

The light of dawn seeped into the boundless black curtain, and the cold heaven and earth began to burst with vitality due to the arrival of light.

Wu Jifeng hid in the big black net he weaved to avoid the dawn, closed his eyes tightly before the light came completely, and finally fell asleep.

Morning finally came, and everything came to life again.

Wind Moan's eyes snapped open in the midst of the rooster's lively crow, and it took a moment to wake up. Turning his head to look at the window, the sunlight was shining through the window paper, and the light was unusually bright, and it seemed that the hour was not early.

His eyes, which had not yet fully woken up from the darkness, could not adjust to the light, and Feng Yin frowned and closed his eyes, raising his right hand to cover his eyes.

When the back of his hand covered his eyes, Feng Yin shook his head for a moment, vaguely recalling last night's dream, and in the dream, there was also a hand covering the side of his face, gently coaxing him to sleep.

Following the last trace of touch, Feng Yin gently moved his right hand to his cheek, closed his eyes and recalled the warmth in his dream, but the warmth only burned for a moment before it dissipated in a hurry, and was no longer to be found.

He smiled helplessly, and his hand hung weakly from the side of his face.

That hand was large, heavy, with slender fingers and a warm temperature.

Raising his hand in front of his eyes and looking at it, Feng Yin frowned, it should be a man's hand, that's why it is so different from his own.

That hand had touched his cheek, had patted his shoulder, had lulled himself to sleep, had made him feel so trusty and close. Feng Yin's eyes were sour, and hot tears were about to flow out, it should be his hand, it should be his father's hand.

The chest suddenly suffocated, she didn't want to fall into this suffocating emotion anymore, she exhaled deeply, wiped her eyes, and conveniently lifted the quilt and turned over and got out of bed.

The old things are too tragic, no matter how much they cry and make trouble, no matter how they pursue the past, no one can come back to life. So...... So at least, at least these people who managed to survive with great difficulty, these people who finally re-lived in the General's Mansion, just like themselves, forget about it. Forget the past forever and ever, and live in peace, with joy and joy again.

After getting dressed and combing his long hair, he tried his best to wash and dress up, and Feng Yin moved his cheeks against the bronze mirror, and tried his best to smile before walking out of the bedroom.

The mother-in-law had put breakfast on the table as usual, and was sitting at the table waiting for her.

After yesterday's events, my mother-in-law suddenly found that Feng Yin had grown up at some point. She is no longer the child she used to be all day long. It turns out that she has always understood everything, but she has never expressed it.

This is not like Wen Yue.

Is it like that animal? No, it can't be, it's impossible......! It's just that I've experienced too much at a young age, and my temperament is more forbearing, about ...... That's it.

The mother-in-law stood up, looked at Feng Yin with a complicated face, and stared at her tightly for a long time, until she walked in front of her, then slowly recovered her expression, eased her voice and said, "Get up, the meal has just been hot, let's eat." ”

When the mother-in-law watched her sit quietly, she realized that although it was only a night, everything was different.

The thin white porcelain bowl warms the viscous wolfberry red bean porridge, exuding a thick sweet aroma.

The mother-in-law gently pushed the porridge to Feng Yin's hand, and said with a gentle smile: "This wolfberry is beautiful, and the day after tomorrow will be thirty, so we have to keep the year beautiful and bright, don't we?"

I didn't have much appetite, but Feng Yin couldn't bear to live up to her mother-in-law's wishes in vain, so she took a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth. The tip of the tongue touched the burst of sweetness, and the wind subconsciously tasted it, which was the taste of dates.

The mother-in-law looked at Feng Yin's expression and knew that she didn't hate this fresh food, her heart was relieved, and her smile became more satisfied, and said: "I know you don't like to take medicine, so you won't like the taste of wolfberries, so I let the kitchen specially add dates when I make it," said Xiang Feng Yin, and asked, "How, is it still in your mouth?"

Feng Yin was grateful for her thoughtfulness, took another spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth, nodded lightly, and said, "It's better than the previous porridge." ”

The mother-in-law's smile softened even more, and she looked at Feng Yin's face with some emotion, and sighed: "Since you close your mouth, then eat more." I see that you have lost weight recently, and if the second master sees it, I am afraid that I will feel distressed. ”

"Uncle", Feng Yin's face turned pale, his heart "plopped" and "plopped" violently, and his fingers moved gently and irrepressibly, as if he had been frightened by something.

Seeing that her face was different, her mother-in-law couldn't help but wonder, and said, "Okay, what's wrong?"

She immediately lowered her head, gritted her teeth to resist the urge to cry, held the spoon tightly and stirred the porridge in the bowl repeatedly to calm her mind, and then said in a low voice: "Yesterday, it was his birthday." ”

The mother-in-law silently calculated in her heart and said, "Yes, it's rare for you to remember." ”

Wind Moan's head lowered, and his voice weakened, "I remember it every year." ”

The mother-in-law thought that she was so depressed because she cared that she couldn't accompany the second master for his birthday, so she said: "The second master's birthday is not to be accompanied." Seeing that she still didn't speak, she said again, "On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the second master will always accompany you to keep the New Year." ”

A tear still fell, and the wind whispered, "Yes, I'll see it always." ”

Whether you want to or not, you can't hide from what you should see.

Since the Night Demon told him the so-called truth, he hadn't seen Uncle again.

I had thought about meeting them all when I was impulsive, and I wanted to rush up to them and ask them if what the weirdo was saying was true. Especially I want to rush to the uncle and ask him if he has lied to himself, whether he has hurt himself, which thing is true and which thing is false over the years, what has been good to him over the years, everything he has done to himself, whether it is out of sincerity or emotionless deception.

Could it be? The real ones one by one, the closeness and warmth that I dare to reminisce only in my dreams, will it really be fake?

I didn't dare to believe it, so after the impulsive anger dissipated, I was only afraid in my heart, so afraid that I didn't dare to see or ask.

But now that I have two reincarnations day and night, I have finally calmed down. After the "anger" and "fear" have dissipated, reason has chosen the answer for itself.

Although he was unwilling, he still believed in the words of the Demon Lord. Because what he said, he explained all his doubts.

However, could it really be that the uncle killed his father with his own hands?

Even if Daddy is really cold-blooded and ruthless, he is heinous and heinous, but after all, he is his own flesh and blood, after all, he is the person who once loved him the most. In those fragments of memory that are not very clear, I used to rely on him like that, I was so close to him, like that, could he really be killed by my uncle?

I don't dare to think about it, I can't think about it, and I have a splitting headache when I think about it. So I can only try my best to forget about this matter, and try my best to forget my uncle.

However, after all, we still have to meet, and we have to meet.

There are not only uncles, but also mothers and so-called fathers.

What should I do then?

For a while, the brain was chaotic and abnormal, and the pain was endless. Wind Yin shuddered and closed her eyes, unconsciously biting her lower lip tightly.

The mother-in-law turned her face sideways and saw Feng Yin's somewhat distorted face, and a burst of surprise flashed in her heart.

This kid has been weird since yesterday. What the hell is going on?

Thinking of yesterday, she exploded in emotion for no apparent reason, crying and asking if her young lady hated her.

Whether...... Hate her?

No matter how many people in the house have spread it over the years, it just means that she was "disliked" by the general and his wife. She had been listening and enduring it before, why did she suddenly mention "hate" yesterday?

Don't......

As if the heavenly spirit was struck by a thunderbolt, the mother-in-law's body trembled, her eyes widened, and she woke up.

Could it be that after doing so much and preventing so much, you can't escape that nightmare after all?

"Ahh

Wu Jifeng screamed in surprise, struggled to sit up and escaped from the nightmare.

Teeth trembled and looked at his right hand, fortunately, he didn't hold the bloody sword.

Luckily, it's just a nightmare.