first class maid

Chapter 247 Asking the truth (5)
Knowing that he couldn't escape, Xun Zhen picked up the water, rinsed his mouth, and washed his face. The spring water was still a bit chilly, but it was still very comfortable to splash on his face.

Changfeng took out the dry food and roasted it, while looking at Xun Zhen's childlike smile, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen this scene before.

After washing for a while, Xun Zhen remembered that there was another killer beside him, and beat his head, how could he forget him?In the face of such a dangerous person, one cannot take it lightly at all times.

"Come here, the dry food has been baked." Chang Feng said suddenly.

Xun Zhen's stomach was already growling with hunger, but this man was the chief culprit who killed Aunt Zhuang, and now she has no ability to kill him for revenge, so why starve herself?He generously walked over and sat in front of the fire, took the dry food he handed over and gnawed it.

"I thought you had a lot of backbone? It turned out to be mediocre." Chang Feng laughed after taking a mouthful of dry food.

"Bone strength also varies with time, and the one who can bend and stretch is a real man." Xun Zhen retorted, although she knew that this man was a murderous killer, why did she gradually feel at ease? "What do you want to ask me when you catch me?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you after I finish asking?" Chang Feng suddenly teased with great mood.

Xun Zhen smiled, "In that case, don't expect me to answer your questions."

Changfeng looked at her smiling face steadily, it seemed that some memory was brought back, and his head was about to start to hurt again, so he shook his head, trying to shake the memory out of his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" Xun Zhen saw his face gradually contorted, and hurriedly reached out to support him.

Chang Feng grabbed her jade hand and looked at her with red eyes. After a while, he took out something from his bosom and handed it to Xun Zhen, "Is this your thing?"

Xun Zhen took a closer look, and in his palm was a small jade pendant, shining with a warm luster in the firelight, "Aunt Xun Lan's jade pendant, why is it in your hand? Oh, that night You picked it up?" No wonder she found out afterwards that she had lost the jade pendant that Aunt Xun Lan had given her, and when she went back to look for it, she found nothing.

She wanted to reach out to take it back, but Chang Feng shook his hand and retracted, "You haven't told me the origin of this jade pendant yet?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Xun Zhen said angrily, "This jade pendant is handed down from my family, and every descendant of my family has a jade pendant like this."

"How is it possible? Shouldn't it be passed down from the matrilineal family?" Chang Feng retorted in disbelief.

Xun Zhen sneered, "Who told you that? This jade pendant is front and back blue, can you see if it is?" Pulling off his collar, he showed him his jade pendant, "This is my name , Xun Zhen."

"Xun Lan? Xun Zhen?" Chang Feng murmured and repeated the name, as if a memory popped up in his mind. These two names seemed very familiar, and he had also pronounced them in the past.

But Xun Zhen ignored his shocked expression, and said indifferently: "My Xun family is the family of the first general in Huaguo. Do you understand now? Give it back to me, it belongs to my aunt Xunlan."

"Is she dead?" Chang Feng suddenly grabbed her hand anxiously.

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? My aunt is alive and well, but she has a reason to get rid of it. I won't hide it from you. My family was convicted of unnecessary crimes by villains eight years ago..." Xun Zhen stretched out his hand to pick up the branch and poked the fire, his tone was flat but with an unresolved resentment, he narrated the memory.

Changfeng listened to her quietly, but when he heard the details of the ruined family, his fists were clenched, his eyes were red, his brain seemed to be stung by something, and in his memory, a huge net was thrown at him. , and then the prison car was whipped, ridiculed and insulted...

I still remember the crying of the little girl, "Brother..."

"Ah—" He stood up and shouted, the mountains and forests were shaken by his shouting with all his internal strength. "Kill, kill, kill, I want to kill all those bastards—"

Xun Zhen was shocked instinctively, what happened to this man?Seeing him reaching out to her with red eyes, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her up, the spring breeze blowing, the masked face gradually and clearly displayed in front of her.

This face is so familiar, like the father in the distant memory, but not quite like him, she seems to see her own shadow on him again, the blood in her body is surging, she murmured like a demon: "Brother ..."

This call seems to have come from thousands of years ago, passed through the cold winter, and then reached his heart. Chang Feng heard this involuntary murmur, he paused, his red eyes seemed to carry many Memories are rushing in like tides...

Xun Zhen also recovered in an instant. At that moment, she seemed to really see her brother Xun Ying. With the reflection of the bonfire, she fixedly looked at the stunned face, her expression became anxious, and her hands struggled as if to touch His face, "Who are you, who are you?"

Who am I, who am I?
Chang Feng's memory is confused, he can't answer this question, it should be said that he has always wanted to ask who is he?Who brought him into this world?Who gave him life?So he has been pursuing this truth.

Taking advantage of his bewildered movement, Xun Zhen suddenly broke free from his grasp. At this moment, her hands were trembling, but she firmly tiptoed and jumped up to tear open his skirt. Is he missing from her? Brother?You can see the difference.

The branches were burning in the fire, and the sound of "cracking" was endless, which was especially shocking to people's nerves in this quiet spring night.

Xun Zhen covered his mouth and gasped, tears flowed out inadvertently, it was really him, the brother she thought might never meet again in this life, more than half a year had passed since Zhou Sicheng appeared, and every time she asked, Yu Wen Hong was silent, she went from full of hope to despair, but now she was full of joy like a spring on a dead tree.

"Changfeng." A woman's voice came from a distance, anxious and worried, but the figure rushed towards him like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)