I am Feng Jun

Chapter 1112 1109. The Burial of Fanwai 17
At the beginning of December, there was a heavy snow a few days ago, but now the snow has melted a lot, and the weather is much clearer, and today is a rare sunny day.

At dusk, Shen Ci, who was sitting side by side with Mu Yuanxi on the swing frame, leaned on her shoulder and complained in a soft and indulgent tone.

"Daughter-in-law, my head hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

In order not to worry her, he would not easily say that he had a headache in front of her. As if he had sensed something, Mu Yuanxi raised his hand and hugged him into his arms, tightening his strength little by little.

Another sigh came from him.

"Oh, it's so annoying, the most annoying thing is to break my promise, but it seems that I really have to go first."

Mu Yuanxi felt that her throat was congested intermittently, and the shaking of the swing frame gradually eased, and she heard her own hoarse voice.

"It's my fault that I can't be with you, Ah Ci, please be happy and don't sigh, okay?"

After finishing speaking, she sent a round orange candy to his mouth. At this moment, she just wanted to make him happy, and all scruples were unimportant, as if as long as he was happy, he could stay longer .

Shen Ci held his mouth open, his voice was a little fuzzy.

"However, I also promised Xiao Yao'er that I will celebrate her birthday. It seems that I can't even pass my own birthday."

The light and weak voice drifted away with the wind, slowly spit out each word, falling to the tip of my heart, spreading waves of sadness.

"It's okay, it's fine." The two looked at the clouds in front of them, and she patted Shen Ci's shoulder with a gentle and sad voice.

"I can make you your favorite orange cake with my own hands, write 'Happy 40th birthday to my baby' on it, and give you a blessing when the child is just over. I have had it before, and I still have it this year. There will be more in the future.”

The picture she depicted appeared in his mind, and Shen Ci suddenly smiled. The laughter seemed to have a healing power, which dissipated the lingering sadness in his heart.

Sensing the loss of his vitality, Shen Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at her side face, which was still the same as when he first saw it, so beautiful and beautiful.

In the dusk, the rays of the sun are reflected, which is extremely clear, but it can't capture a trace of time.

Except for those eyes.

She also looked over, there was a thin layer of gold on the edge of the ink pupil, the forced smile at the corner of the eye concealed the deep heartache and reluctance, a layer of soft light fainted, mixed with fine golden spots, like
"It's the same as Jin Jiuyuan."

Shen Ci raised his hand, stroked the corner of her eyes, and stroked gently, one by one, while touching the delicate skin, he also felt her trembling slightly.

"what?"

"Your eyes are as beautiful as the petals of Jin Jiuyuan, and"

His breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he had to pause for a while while talking, adjusted his breathing, and then spoke again.

"I like it, it has my look in it."

He said with a light smile, curling the corners of his lips, as if he didn't care about what was about to happen, but there was a trace of reluctance in those phoenix eyes full of illness and the erosion of time.

"Daughter-in-law, I'll wait for you to come to me. I'll see you again soon. This pair has my eyes, right?"

Mu Yuanxi held the hands resting at the corners of her eyes, and the cool touch fell on her fingertips. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes lowered slowly, her lips pursed, and then she met his expectant look. Eyes, nod.

"Correct."

After receiving the answer, Shen Ci smiled, and the arc of the corner of his mouth gradually deepened, and once again he put the weight of his whole body on her shoulders, and leaned on her shoulders recklessly.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the boy's heavy eyelids dropped little by little, and his thick eyelashes trembled with the breeze, casting fine shadows under his eyes.

Light has always been so beautiful, but shadows never leave it.

Mu Yuanxi felt that the hand she held in the palm of her hand suddenly had a tendency to slip, her heart sank suddenly, and she subconsciously exerted some strength to firmly hold the hand that was no longer warm. right hand.

In the quiet garden, under the swing, there is nothing but the sound of the wind.

Even though he knew such a day would come more than ten years ago, Mu Yuanxi never knew how to face this moment.

She always felt that she couldn't accept it, and she would definitely be furious at that time, but now when this moment really came, she found that she couldn't say a word.

I feel empty in my heart, feeling that a big piece has been dug away, and a large amount of cold wind pours in when I open my mouth, and frost is born in the passage.

She had no choice but to hold her tighter, as if trying to preserve his last warmth.

At this moment, even the glow in the sky seemed a little dazzling to her. She closed her sad eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell down, hitting her fingertips, and a tear burst.

Wordless sadness spreads from this center, as if even the birds falling on the eaves were disturbed, they croaked, and they flapped their wings and flew away from the corner of the eaves where the wind chimes were hung, to affect them.

The cool ringtone and mournful cry stopped Mu Yao, who was coming to the garden to look for her father and mother, to stop. She raised her eyes to look forward, her eyes trembled as if feeling something, and her straight back couldn't help arching a little.

In the fiery red sky, withered vines entwined on the wooden swing frame, remnants of snow falling, ice crystals hanging, dotted with a little white, the focus of Mu Yao's eyes fell entirely on the two figures clinging to each other.

A line of dark black, a line of dark blue, intertwined and intertwined with each other, quietly blending with the surrounding scenery.

Mu Yao couldn't bear to take another step forward, and stood there in a daze, unable to move.

She could see that the corners of Dad's mouth were curled up, and he was leaning on his mother's shoulder, with a look of reassurance in his eyes.

Father's home is in mother's arms.

That might be his best home.
Mu Yao, who was unable to say the last word to him, comforted herself, her nose felt sour, and she let the cold wind hit her face.

Her eye sockets couldn't help being soaked, and Mu Yao suddenly remembered that just last night, her father asked her what kind of birthday present she wanted.

Even though it was still so long before her birthday, he asked so early, maybe he had a premonition, but he couldn't bear to tell the truth, and Mu Yao didn't want to think about the result.

But now, I have to face it.

"Daddy."

The cool tone spread in the wind, and tears fell down uncontrollably after all. Mu Yao suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have said yesterday that she didn't think about what she wanted, and she would say it later.

Mu Yao's lips parted slightly, and she raised her hand to catch the residual snow on the tree that had been blown down by the wind, and said word by word, extremely solemnly and slowly.

"Yao'er wants Daddy to be happy, no matter where he is, he must live happily."

"This is Yao'er's most wanted birthday present, Daddy give it to Yao'er, okay?"

"is it good."

(End of this chapter)