Hearing Feng Cheng's answer, He Qing was not reconciled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She grew up here, and she was used to seeing the faces of those people, and she was really ignorant and hateful. It's not that no one knows that those things are bad, but everyone is playing dumb, as if this way, life can really get better......

Among these people, Feng Cheng is an exception.

He was disabled, but he never complained, and tried again and again to stop his father's actions...... Of course, there are some things, even if he is the only seedling in the family, but a cripple, he is still facing his father, in the end, he has more than enough heart and not enough power.

But that's enough.

Just like He Qing herself, before she went to the imperial capital, she didn't have any other abilities except for being able to see some treacherous things.

Now that Feng Cheng is urging her to leave, since He Qing has agreed to stay, he naturally won't be so willing to see that he still can't walk.

It's just that now he made such a painful appearance, as if lifting his leg was revealing his scars, and He Qing couldn't guarantee that his methods were effective, so he had to temporarily stop talking about this topic.

So she sighed softly, her expression palpable with loss and disappointment, her long eyelashes drooping, casting a long, deep shadow on her eyelids in the sunlight.

Feng Cheng's eyes fell on hers.

A breeze blew, picking up a strand of hair from her ear and hanging on the bridge of her nose, the hair trembled slightly, and Feng Cheng's eyes looked at it in a daze, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Suddenly, he reached out his fingers and gently pulled the strands of hair down, then touched her eyelids. On the other hand, he said with a half-sigh and half-longing: "A-Qing, from childhood to adulthood, your appearance has been changing, but only these eyes are still so beautiful. ”

"I stayed all night and was unforgettable. ”

When such words were almost sighed, He Qing's eyes immediately widened, and his pupils dilated, which was very incredible.

Her half-squatting body stiffened, and then quickly avoided Feng Cheng's fingers, and took a step back with a "poof"! While her cheeks were slightly red, she stammered, "Feng, Uncle Feng, what are you talking about?"

God is pitiful, she really can't be regarded as self-inflicted this time, Uncle Feng's meaning is so obvious!

- But, but how could it be?!

He Qing is very self-aware.

She is mediocre in appearance, and her temperament is definitely not pleasing. The two have known each other for so many years, and there is never any movement or expression between them that crosses the distance of friends. And after she set foot on this land again after three years, Uncle Feng suddenly said something like this...... There is a twelve-year-old difference between the two!

He Qing shook her head, this was really a scene she had never thought of.

Feng Cheng's fingers were empty, and then he saw He Qing's face flushed, and he quickly took a step back.

He looked stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. So he quickly retracted his index finger, which was still trembling slightly. After a pause, he said casually: "I'm sorry, A-Qing, I lost my temper for a while." ”

At this time, although his expression was indifferent, the fingers hidden under the blanket were still trembling uncontrollably.

If He Qing had taken a closer look at this time, he would have found that in the depths of Feng Cheng's eyes, a scorching fire was dancing.

"Oh. ”

After being stunned for a while, He Qing uttered muffled syllables. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere once again fell into a strange stalemate.

At this moment, the village chief slowly walked over to the two of them and cleaned up the table on the side. While beckoning: "Ah Cheng, wait for lunch." ”

glanced at He Qing, but his lips twitched twice, and he didn't say a word.

He Qing didn't care, it has always been like this here, she is used to it.

However, seeing that the village chief was preparing to serve food, she was busy and ran to the kitchen to help under the pretext of running away.

Feng Cheng was left alone in the courtyard, looking inexplicable.

Lunch is very simple.

Three people, a big pot of radish stew, a plate of vegetarian fried cabbage, and it's gone.

The village chief said to He Qing while setting out the dishes angrily: "He Qing, don't be disgusted with these shabby, there was a heavy fog a few years ago, and the road in this mountain is inexplicably not easy to walk." Outsiders can't easily get in, and we can't get out, and it's not easy to buy firewood, rice, oil, and salt. At this time, every household only has these vegetables from the field. ”

This is true, but not entirely. People in the mountains usually like to hoard goods, especially after they are prepared, they must be very complete for daily food, and there are only these two dishes at this time, but the village chief sees that she is not very pleasing to the eye, and is too lazy to bother.

However, she didn't stay for this meal.

"It's still good, it's not like the first fog when I didn't prepare, and at the end of the day, I even had to save salt. ”

As he spoke, he muttered: "It's the fog that came out a few months after you left, isn't it because you were admitted to the university and sucked all the good feng shui in our village......

That being said, in fact, the fog only slowly rose after He Qing had been gone for a few months, and the village chief was just muttering, and he didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, Feng Cheng, who had been listening quietly, raised his head when he heard the words and glanced at He Qing with an indescribable look.

He Qing was very sensitive to his line of sight because of what happened just now, and couldn't help but look back, and happened to see the thoughtful look on Feng Cheng's face, and couldn't help but be a little worried--could he be ...... Guess what?

But then, Feng Cheng withdrew his gaze.

The craftsmanship of the village chief is not very good, but the raw materials are all native, so the taste is still much better than that of the imperial capital.

He Qing sat there with the two of them, she ran all the way, and she didn't eat anything on the train, at this time, she took a rice bowl and ate a big bowl of rice, and the pork rib soup was drunk in two bowls.

The two men here, the village chief was old and frail, and he had not digested much for a long time, so he only ate a bowl of mediocre and gave up. But Feng Cheng, a man in his prime, actually just ate a few bites of cabbage - that amount of food, not to mention compared with his peers, even when Yu Dandan lost weight, he ate more than him.

Even if he has a disability and is not good at walking, the daily energy he needs is not much, but this adds up to a total of ten mouthfuls of cabbage leaves, is it really his normal amount of food?

And the village chief put down the dishes and chopsticks, and saw that Feng Cheng had eaten so little, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Feng Cheng was stunned, then shook his head: "It's okay, I just don't have much appetite at noon, don't worry about me." ”

"How can that work?"

The village chief shook his head again and again: "Does this thing taste wrong?" Don't worry, I'll warm up the porridge for you in a while, and you can eat more." ”