Chapter 2796

Mo Lingwei stood at the position where Mo Jinlan jumped off, stroking the window sill with her fingertips, "Jinlan is an idiot, if it keeps breaking down, and it breaks completely, then she will feel at ease.

If you are a good person from the beginning, you will not suffer from the condemnation of your conscience. "

The most uncomfortable thing is people like Mo Jinlan, who are bad and bad and not thorough, but have a conscience, good or good, not thorough, being coerced by others to do things they don't want to do.

In the end, when I suddenly woke up, I began to repent, apologize, feel guilty, and use my life as a redemption.

Leave a sigh in vain!

The last time when Jinlan treated her and Xiu'er well was probably because her brother and sister-in-law not only did not hold her accountable but took her back to Jincheng, then she really realized how wrong she was and started to regret it. .

Feng Shaojin rested his chin on Mo Lingwei's shoulder, "For some people, life may not be happy, but death is a kind of relief.

Yuncheng is a city she can't get into, and Jincheng is her hometown she can't go back to.

She wants to protect you, it is her own voluntary choice, you don't have to worry too much about it. "

"I thought she would let me place her in Yuncheng and bury her in a place with you, but I didn't expect that she would choose to go back to Jincheng and be with brother Jinyu in the end." Mo Lingwei twirled in Feng Shaojin's arms Turning around, "Her greatest hope is probably that you will remember her for the rest of your life."

"She is your sister, and my sister-in-law. If I mention it occasionally, I will never forget it."

After all, she died for you, but that's all.

Feng Shaojin has always been a fickle person. The only romantic nights and romance he had had already been given to Mo Lingwei, and he had no time to give any of them to other women.

The tree shadows sway outside the window, and the light shines in, printing out two overlapping figures clinging to each other...

On the second day, the sky was clear and the temperature was a little higher.

Feng Shaojin ordered someone to prepare a carriage, and took Mo Lingwei to go shopping. The two of them stopped the carriage on the street as if they were in Yuncheng for the first time, and walked hand in hand with the bustling crowd.

Yuncheng, which was blown up by the gunfire of Dongyang Secret Works, has long since taken on a new look, and high-rise buildings have been built on the ruins.

The banners of teahouses and taverns are waving in the wind, and the vendors on both sides of the street are shouting hard.

A thriving scene.

Pedestrians took off their heavy padded jackets and wore thin jackets. Some laborers even took off their coats and were sweating profusely pulling carts.

Yuncheng in the south is no better than Jincheng in the north.

Here in March, when the spring breeze blows, everything will recover.

Even in the breeze that blows over, there is the fragrance of earth, grass and flowers, which is warm.

The Zuihualou and Huayuelou, which used to be gorgeous, are no longer there. Back then, Dongyang Xisaku burned, killed and looted on the street, and the people inside did not know where to hide. Toyo Seisaku, who was drunk and drunk to death inside, was all turned into black coke.

Now of these two places, one has become a branch of Yunlai Pavilion, and the other has become a grain store opened by the He family.

Feng Shaojin dragged Mo Lingwei into the grain store, and asked about the prices of various kinds of millets for rice and flour.

The shopkeeper happily introduced: "Our young master said that things like rice, noodles, and food are bought at high prices and sold at low prices. We buy as much as we sell, and the amount we sell is what we sell. Freight, road, labor, and various expenses are all subsidized by our young owner.

It is so that the people in the whole south can have enough food and not go hungry! "