Mo Lingwei was about to touch Fusheng's head like she did when she was a child, but Feng Shaojin deliberately grabbed her hand, held it tightly in her palm, and then touched Fusheng's head instead of Mo Lingwei: "Fusheng grows up!" I'm no longer the kid I used to be."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Looking at Fu Sheng's still childish face, Mo Lingwei twitched the corners of her lips.

Fu Sheng is indeed taller than before, his once round face has become much thinner, his outline has gradually become handsome like a boy, his facial features are exquisite, and his eyes are agile. Perhaps it is because he has been with He Wenhao all the year round and is used to going to any important and solemn occasions. There was no timidity on his face.

This child was taught very well by He Wenhao.

But the child is still a child, at most he is just a young man, why is it that touching his head is not enough, as Feng Shaojin thinks?

Fu Sheng stared at Mo Lingwei, and said respectfully: "Young Master Feng, Mrs. Feng."

As soon as the words fell, his voice suddenly choked up, as if thousands of words were blocked in his heart, but he couldn't speak them out.

Mo Lingwei smiled slightly, and pointed to the person next to He Wenhao: "Is he your brother?"

"Hmm." Compared to Fu Sheng, my elder brother was more honest and shy, he just nodded, then scratched his head, and shrank behind He Wenhao, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you, Mrs. Feng, for saving my brother from the sea of ​​fire. If it weren't for you, our two brothers would have been burned to death in that fire." Fu Sheng's eyes were filled with tears, the grief of the past and the surprise of the present are intertwined , full of surprise.

Mo Lingwei's expression was gentle, shining into his heart like a ray of light: "The past is over, and living well is the best reward for us.

Your adoptive father often mentioned you two in front of us, and praised you for being smart and sensible. "

Fu Sheng glanced at He Wenhao, "It's all foster father's favor."

Mo Lingwei smiled more and more happily: "This kid is really good at making people happy."

He Wenhao patted Fu Sheng's head: "This child Fu Sheng has been smart since he was a child, well-behaved and progressive, and he is not afraid of hardship or tiredness. Whenever he meets him, he will like it."

He Wenhao took a few people inside. The old house of the He family already belonged to He Wenhao, but he had no intention of living in it at all. He rebuilt another courtyard, which was still built in the ruins of the fire. The layout and scene have not changed at all.

It seems that everything in the past has never happened, maybe it's just to cherish the memory of the past.

This place is close to the other courtyard where Mo Lingwei once lived, and Mo Lingwei also came here to help with the work of the other courtyard.

There are only a few memories left between him and her.

Mo Lingwei walked around, "The scenery here is exactly the same as before, even the flowers and plants planted in the garden have not changed."

He Wenhao confessed: "It is indeed rebuilt with the old architectural drawings. I am busy all day long and I am too lazy to supervise the work. The inside and outside of this other courtyard are all taken care of by Ninja."

Mo Lingwei stood in front of the peach blossom branch, looking at the pink flower buds that were just about to bloom: "It must be very beautiful when the peach blossoms bloom in a few days."

Fu Sheng stared at the peach blossom branches all over the tree, his handsome eyebrows suddenly softened: "Miss Xiang Yi likes peach blossoms very much, and also likes to eat peaches, but she can't touch the hairs on the skin of peaches, as she will be allergic.

When I was in Yuncheng, I took Miss Xiangyi out to play, and I would help her peel off the outer skin, and then feed her the pulp. "