Chapter 439

The three of the family looked back together and saw Feng Yuan holding his eldest daughter standing not far from them, smiling at them. The eldest daughter stood quietly beside Feng Yuan, with no expression on her small face.

The young mother panicked. Can she not panic when she sees her daughter like this?

But my father thought back first: "Hello, I don't know what you're looking for me?"

Feng Yuan took the little girl by the hand. "Hello, I'm a villager in this village. Is this your daughter? I have something to say to you. I don't know if it's convenient for you?"

Zhang Runtao held the child's hand and changed his position: "of course, you can say anything directly."

Feng Yuan looked around and saw people coming and going. "This is not a place to talk. My home is over there. Can you go over there? It's about the child."

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the little girl holding her hand. The little girl hung up the seemingly cheerful and happy smile again.

Feng Yuan sighed and rubbed the little girl's head: "don't laugh if you don't want to."

Zhang Runtao and Lu Qing looked at each other. Lu Qing was a little uneasy and said, "why don't you want to laugh? Xinxin, this child has always been cheerful and lively."

But after seeing the little girl with a smile around Feng Yuan, Lu Qing swallowed all her words. She almost looked at Zhang Runtao a little flustered, with a look of panic.

"Let's talk at my house first. Just sit down and talk slowly." Feng Yuan sighed. "I'm not lying to you. I really have something important to tell you."

Cheng Yuanhang stepped forward: "I think you're tired after playing with your children all day? Why don't you go ahead and have tea and relax? We'll make friends. We don't mean any harm."

"Excuse me," they said, and Zhang Runtao and Lu Qing agreed.

Holding Feng Yuan's hand, Cheng Yuanhang walked quietly beside Feng Yuan. The subject, Zhang Runtao and Lu Qing, walked behind with their little daughter Sisi.

On the way, looking at the eldest daughter walking beside Feng Yuan, Lu Qing always felt that she was not strong in her heart. She quietly bit her ears with Zhang Runtao: "you see, Xinxin and this aunt are really kind and have been holding her hand."

"The child doesn't know what's going on these days. He's rarely close to us. It's rare to be so close to a person who meets for the first time."

"Stop talking, wait a minute and see what the aunt said." Zhang Runtao thought more. When Feng Yao and Cheng Yuanhang came, he looked at them without trace.

Most of them are well-dressed. They don't look like ordinary villagers. What are the two people looking for them for? Zhang Runtao always felt that they would face a violent storm next, and a trace of uneasiness appeared in his rare heart.

Feng Yuan took the little girl's hand and called Liu Xingyun when he went back. It's just a coincidence that Liu Xingyun didn't work today, which is more convenient.

When Liu Xingyun arrived an hour later, Feng Yuan sighed.

"Please come in. This is our old house in the countryside. We pick up leaks at home. Don't mind."

Jiang Chan heard the voice outside the house. Feng Yuan seldom brought people back. Did he bring guests today? She stopped her work and came out to see that in addition to Cheng Yuanhang, there was a family of four standing at the gate.

The first thing Jiang Chan saw was the little girl led by Feng Yuan. Just at the first glance, Jiang Chan felt that there was something wrong with the little girl.

How to say, when the little girl stood there expressionless, her whole body revealed a feeling of "mourning", which was quite similar to Jiang Chan's feeling of seeing Feng Yuan for the first time.

She moved slightly in her heart and smiled on her face: "Mom, you have guests. Don't be cold. Come in and sit down. The weather is getting a little cold. It's not good for children to be frozen."

"Come in and sit down, Qiu Xin. I just got in touch with nebula. He will arrive in an hour. Let's make another Nebula for dinner."

Feng Yuan greeted Zhang Runtao's family into the house and turned to talk to Jiang Chan.

Jiang Chan nodded: "I see. I'll make tea first. Talk to the guests first."

The living room of Qiu's old house is very large. There are five more people all at once, and they don't feel crowded. Cheng Yuanhang sat down on a single sofa, while Feng Yuan sat beside him with the little girl's heart.

Zhang Runtao and his wife sat opposite Feng Yuan with their little daughter in their arms. They seemed to form an opposite situation. Jiang Chan came in with tea and saw that this scene was a situation of tension.

"It's also a kind of fate for everyone to drink tea first to warm up," Jiang Chan lowered her eyebrows as if she didn't see the surging dark tide in the living room and asked Zhang Runtao and his wife to drink tea.

Jiang Chan poured a cup of tea and water, and even the little girl didn't lose her. After the evening tea, Jiang Chan sat down beside her heart and shared some of Feng Yuan's pressure.

Feng Yuan gritted his teeth: "to tell you the truth, I don't know you, but I think something's wrong at the first sight of this child. Didn't you find it when you were parents?"

Lu Qing had a quick temper and immediately exploded: "what's wrong with my daughter? You said it was the first time we met. Where do you know?"

Zhang Runtao was relatively calm. He pressed Lu Qing's shoulder: "aunt, you also said it was the first time to meet. This empty mouth said that my daughter was wrong. Isn't it good? Is there any evidence?"

Feng Yuan frowned and knew that he really had no evidence. She took a glass residue out of her pocket and put it on the tea table: "this is what I took out of her hand when I saw my heart."

She held up her little hand again and untied the handkerchief on it. The palm was full of scars. Although it was no longer bleeding, it looked a little bleeding.

Lu Qing's face changed greatly: "it's impossible. Xinxin, your hand is hurt. Why don't you tell your parents?"

Feng Yuan sighed and gently rolled up her sleeve. Her arms were full of knife marks. Some had scabs and others looked like they had just been made up.

Zhang Runtao took a cold breath and his face was full of shock. Feng Yuan also rolled up his sleeves. There were also deep and shallow scars on her arm, which looked like her heart.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Feng Yuan. I was a patient with depression a year ago." Feng Yuan didn't put down his sleeve and introduced himself lightly.

"Depression?" Zhang Runtao and Lu Qing said in unison. They looked at each other, and their faces were full of incredible.