Chapter 2106

The funeral was very simple and concise. Mrs. Gu believed in Buddhism all her life and didn't like extravagance. When Feng Yichen came to treat her, she made her last words.

Looking at the brand new tombstone, Feng Shaojin stood in the slanting wind and drizzle, refusing to leave for a long time.

Feng Muyun patted him on the shoulder: "I heard that you have been by your grandmother's side for the past few days, and she can rest in peace."

Feng Shaojin turned her head, looked at Feng Muyun fixedly, and suddenly asked: "Father, do you still remember my mother?"

Feng Muyun: "..."

Feng Muyun was stunned for a moment, his eyes were filled with dark tides, he looked away, and asked, "Why did you mention your mother all of a sudden?"

"I was wondering..." Feng Shaojin caressed the writing on the tombstone with his rough fingertips: "Is it true that the saying that a person dies like a lamp goes out?"

The raindrops fell on his dark hair, condensed into crystal clear water droplets, and wet his sculpted eyebrows and eyes.

He turned around, got on his horse, flicked the reins, and left quickly.

Feng Muyun stood on the spot, staring into the distance, in a daze.

Mrs. Feng stood behind the tree trunk, looking at Feng Muyun's appearance, her eyes were red again.

For so many years, he only has the dead in his heart, even if she is always by his side, he turns a blind eye.

Occasionally when I was drunk, I looked at her with affectionate eyes, and would call her by the wrong name. When I was usually sober, I looked at her, as if looking at another person through her.

She adjusted her mood and stepped forward: "Master, it's getting late, let's go back."

Feng Muyun asked suddenly: "Why did you shut up Yichen at this time? Do you still hate her old man?"

Madam Feng originally wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Feng Muyun: "Forget it, everyone is dead, forget it."

He didn't even look at her out of the corner of his eye, and left directly.

Mrs. Feng: "..."

Madam Feng's heart seemed to be pressed by a big stone, and all the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

She said in a nasty voice: "Your favorite son is dead, and your favorite son has fallen in love with the eldest lady of the Mo family against your will.

If you knew that even your youngest son, whom you have been loving silently, fell in love with the married woman Chu Yunyao, would you be pissed to death on the spot? "

Feng Muyun's health is not good, so she can only hide these things tightly, for fear that he will get sick and be unable to recover if he finds out.

But she has done so much, trying to lead the two children to the right path, but it aroused his suspicion and suspicion.

what can she do

There is a kind of grievance called knocking out teeth and swallowing blood.

What crime did the Feng family do, a woman who both fell in love with the Mo family?

Mrs. Feng wants to cry but has no tears.

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Feng Shaojin was delayed for several days because of Mrs. Gu's matter, and when she came back, she was in a hurry to deal with the matter at hand, and was so busy that she didn't see anyone for several days in a row.

Mo Lingwei's legs are getting better day by day, and she will soon be able to throw away the crutches and walk independently.

She walked around the yard, the furnishings here are similar to Wenjing Garden, but there are still some differences, it is clearly not Wenjing Garden.

Mo Lingwei wanted to go out, but was mercilessly stopped by the guards at the gate of the courtyard: "Young Marshal has an order, you are not allowed to go out, and no one is allowed to come in."

His tone was cold, and he was no longer the guard who could take care of her feelings.

It is very similar to Feng Shaojin's current style of handling things.

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to go back to the study to read.

There were neatly arranged documents on the desk, all spread out in front of her, without any cover.

Mo Lingwei glanced at it, and it could be regarded as Feng Jiajun's secret, so she consciously didn't rummage through it.

Looking around on the bookshelf, Mo Lingwei saw an old and thick notepad, pulled it hard, and a stack of portraits stuck inside fell out...