Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 195 The subtle relationship with his father
Bai Mingwei asked again: "Is everything really okay?"

Feng Qingchen nodded and reassured her with a smile: "It's okay. If you don't believe me, why don't you come and check?"

Bai Mingwei moved her eyes to her arm and saw that the wound from the bear had been bandaged. She couldn't help but smile: "It seems that you need to practice your skills. Look, this knot is like a twist. Can it be untied?" ?”

Her arm was tied with a piece of white silk.

The white silk is very clean, with pear blossoms as white as snow embroidered at the end.

This was originally a beautiful piece of white silk, but the knot was really ugly.

Feng Qingchen smiled again, showing his beautiful teeth: "This is my first time serving a girl, please be more patient."

Bai Ming suppressed his smile slightly and thanked you again: "Thank you, the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

Feng Qingchen opened his mouth, with all kinds of tenderness mixed into his clear and moist voice: "You're welcome."

Bai Ming opened his mouth slightly, as if he had a lot to ask, but in the end he only asked one question: "When I was unconscious... I didn't do anything excessive, right?"

Feng Qingchen deliberately kept it off. He didn't speak immediately. It wasn't until he heard Bai Ming's slightly rapid breathing that he said with a smile: "Keep calling me 'Mother', is this too much?"

As soon as these words came out, Bai Mingwei was silenced for a long time.

Mother?

Her mother died of dystocia just after she was born.

To her, her mother was someone she loved deeply but clearly knew did not exist.

The "mother" she calls is actually her father.

Because of the death of his mother, his father was immersed in the grief of losing his wife for a long time after she was born. He numbed himself with official duties all day long and ignored his several children.

By the time her father recovered, she was able to run all over the mountain.

Because she had not fulfilled her father's responsibilities for a long time, and because she had a face that was almost exactly the same as her mother's, her father always didn't know how to face her.

Even his love for her was always clumsy.

Everyone thought her father didn't like her.

But she knew that it wasn't that her father didn't love her, he just didn't know how to express it.

If she really didn't love her, her father wouldn't quietly guard her every time she had a fever. He would guard her as long as she was sick.

Once she burned for three days and three nights, and her father stayed there for three days and three nights.

But these things, my father never let anyone know, nor did he let her know.

But she knew it was her father. Many times she woke up early, but in order not to embarrass her father, she would always make some noise on purpose.

She didn't open her eyes until her father left thinking she was about to wake up.

She liked this gentle father very much and wanted him to spend more time with her, so she thought of a way to keep her father in her arms, and that was to hug her father and call her "Mother", acting like a baby and not letting her father leave.

Every time she does this, her father will always be by her side.

When she got older, her body became stronger and she became less sick, she realized that in fact, by doing this, she was actually pushing her father further away.

Because of her mother's death, her father felt that he could not give her a complete family, and because when she was very young, she was only immersed in the pain of losing his wife, so he felt guilty for her.

But she hugged her father and called her mother, hurting his heart again and again, which made her guilt deeper and deeper, so that later on, her father didn't know how to face her.

And this is not the only mistake she made?
For a long time, she thought her father didn't care about her, so she felt a bit resentful towards him. She simply got angry with him and stubbornly refused to take the initiative to talk to him.

When she discovered that her father always cared for her in the name of others, she took all the responsibility on herself because she knew the cause of her mother's death, and she did not know how to face her father who was deeply devoted to her mother.So, for one reason after another, they clearly cared about each other, but never expressed it openly.

She wondered whether her father would regret having never revealed his feelings to her before he was on his deathbed.

But she regretted it all the time, regretting that she had never been brave when her father was alive.

Even if she was able to tell her father frankly once that she admired him very much, she would not be heartbroken every time she recalled her father's hesitant expression when she parted with him.

This father whom she respected and loved has now become an indelible regret deep in her heart.

And Feng Qingchen's casual words caused countless sorrows to roll over her, making her heart twist like a knife, and she was once again wrapped in endless regrets and regrets, making it difficult to escape.

When Feng Qingchen saw that Bai Mingwei didn't respond for a long time, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.

He did not dare to break this kind of silence easily, fearing that it would involve more things that would make Bai Mingwei unhappy.

So he leaned against the rock wall quietly, listening to Bai Ming's slight ups and downs of breathing, and felt Bai Ming's subtle emotional changes in silence with his heart.

It wasn't until he heard Bai Mingwei's breathing become steady that he stretched out his hand to the man holding the torch: "Hel him up."

The man immediately came over and helped him up.

Feng Qingchen's voice broke Bai Mingwei's meditation.

She looked at Feng Qingchen and saw that Feng Qingchen was working hard all over when he stood up, but his expression was calm and calm.

Bai Mingwei could see that Feng Qingchen's injuries were not as minor as he said, but Feng Qingchen deliberately concealed it, and she did not reveal it.

Then, she heard Feng Qingchen's voice again: "This is my shadow guard. Since he is here, it means there is an exit to this cave. Let's go! It's important to find the Seventh Young Master."

The topic of Shicai can just end here.

Feng Qingchen seemed to have seen through her thoughts and knew that the topic just now would arouse her sadness, so she ignored it in this way.

That's how Feng Qingchen is, it's never easy for people to find mistakes in what he says or does.

So, she didn't continue the topic just now, and just said: "Okay."

After this incident, the little white ferret's hatred for her seemed to have reached the bone marrow level.

She only had to look at the little white ferret, and the little white ferret immediately grinned at her, revealing its big, cold white teeth.

She told herself over and over again not to pay attention to this sick-minded mink.

The shadow guard supported Feng Qingchen and stood in the center of the cave bottom, then raised his head and looked up.

Far above, there was a faint light, shining through wisps of light white mist.

The shadow guard found the right position, raised his arm high, and a slender steel rope immediately appeared from the bottom of his sleeve.

"Ding!"

There was a clear crisp sound, and the steel rope was stretched straight.

Feng Qingchen was hugged tightly by the shadow guard. The moment the shadow guard took him off the ground, he grabbed Bai Mingwei's wrist.

"Come on, I'll catch you."

The shadow guard led the two of them and quickly swept upwards.

(End of this chapter)