Dumb Wife in Powerful Family

"What the hell is this place?" After saying goodbye to Meng Qian, nianen and Feng Yanmo went back to the corridor with both sides of the cell, they couldn't help asking.

"Some people don't know how to deal with their enemies. They think it's cheap to kill them, and they will send people here. Do you see those doors? Behind each door is a house with TV, beds, baths, and meals every day. It's like a convenient hotel. The only difference is that the people locked in can't communicate with the outside world. Some people are shut up for a generation, and their relatives and friends think they are dead, but they don't know that those people are not dead. It's right here. You know, a person's hope turns into disappointment, disappointment into despair, and this process is the most terrible. You can't even commit suicide here. There are monitors in every room, and your every move is recorded. Until one day, your enemies show mercy and release you, but then you find that the world has already changed beyond recognition Almost all the people I know are dead. "

What a terrible revenge than death.

Nian en's hair on the back of his hands stood up when he thought of the people who were locked up here. But she thought of Meng Qian again.

The girl, who was so young, was doing such a chilling business.

"Here is Meng Qian's? " Nian en got into the car and asked.

Feng Yanmo ignites, "it's not her business, but Meng's. She doesn't like it here, because I asked her to come here. "

Nian en gave a long breath, and her heart was slightly relieved.

Sure enough, the one who likes to watch romantic movies is a little girl. How can she be so inhumane.

After driving out for a long time, Feng Yanmo and nianen did not talk again. There was light music and Debussy's moonlight in the car.

Gentle music is like a pair of soft hands caressing my heart. Nianen leans her head against the window and looks at the scenery flying out of the window. Her face is calm, but her heart can't be quiet.

Soon she would see him, the child she had never met.

Every meter ahead of the car, she was one meter away from him. However, the closer she was to him, the more nervous and afraid she felt. She was sorry for him. If she had not been so stupid and stubborn, how could he have left the world as soon as he was born?

She is so fond of children. If possible, she hopes to have four or five children, both men and women, so that when she gets old, she will have a big family, and she doesn't have to be afraid of being alone.

But

She can't protect her first child.

Why is she so useless.

Tears fall silently. Feng Yanmo's heart looks at Nian en like a rhinoceros. Her shoulder trembles slightly, revealing her sadness at this time.

Feng Yanmo opened his mouth, but did not say a word.

The car stopped outside a dilapidated cemetery. Nian en got out of the car and took a deep breath. The chill of the late autumn air pricked her lungs, but she felt much better.

"Are you ready?" Feng Yanmo stood beside her.

Read en nodded, Feng Yanmo took her hand, tight.

The inside and outside of the mausoleum are as dilapidated as the outside. Many tombstones are lying on the ground covered with grass because they are in disrepair for a long time. They are desolate and lonely as far as you can see.

Feng Yanmo searched for three or four circles in the cemetery, and finally found an old night watchman in a small house that looked like it was about to fall.

The old man was too old to see his age. His eyes were gray and muddy. He carried a wine bottle with no sign in his hand. When Feng Yanmo found him, he was leaning on a tombstone that was still in the future and was half drunk.

Feng Yanmo spoke to him loudly several times, but the old man turned a deaf ear. Finally, Feng Yanmo gave him a lot of money, and then he staggered up and took them out of the house and walked towards the depth of the cemetery.

"Here it is. It came out of the women's prison five years ago. It's all here. You can find it yourself." The old man pointed, then sat down on the dusty tombstone, took out the wine pot and drank it.

Four or five tombstones were hidden in the grass half a man high. Nian en stumbled over and identified them one by one.

Finally

She flung herself on one of them, holding the gray blue stone in her arms, and uttered a heartrending wail.

Feng Yanmo red eyes to pull her, but she said nothing to let go, her mouth issued a vague voice, big tears from her eyes fell on the surface of the stone, that is the place where her child buried, but the tombstone did not even have his name, only sketched a date of birth and death.

No one can heal the pain, only she understood, she had with this early death of the small life is how to breathe and share, the heart linked to the heart. She had felt his heartbeat, his turning over movement, and his vigorous kicking. She had looked forward to his birth like that, but when it really happened, fate gave her a big slap in the face.

He has been alone in this place for six years. He is still so young in the wilderness. Will he be afraid and cry when he is afraid? He cried. Who will comfort him? Who can hold him in his arms and tell him not to be afraid, baby, not to be afraid? Who can love him as much as she"Nian en, he's gone. You can't do this. You'll cry like this. We'll ask a good master to help him out, and then move him to your parents. They will take care of him for us. Nianen... " Feng Yanmo said finally, tears also can not stop flowing down.

A man's tears do not flick, only because he has not reached the sad place.

He had never hated himself, his beloved woman, and his children more than this moment, and he could not protect any of them.

"Feng Yanmo You don't understand You don't understand He's still so young Why is he He didn't do anything, he didn't know anything... "

Why him? Why not her? Just let him die and she's alive. She suffered a lot of sins, and no matter how much she suffered, she could bear it. Why Nianen asked Feng Yanmo, but also asked the thief God. What on earth did she do that was not allowed to happen? Why did fate censure her like this?

Her fingers were pinned to the tombstone, and her nails were turned over because of too much force. Blood flowed down the stone lines and dyed the pale date red with blood.

She seems to have been hung by a thin thread for a long time. Now the thread is finally broken, and she will fall into the endless darkness.

Finally, Feng Yanmo can't take nianen out of the cemetery until she faints. He gives the old man all his money and asks him to look after the tombstone and wait for him to bring someone to remove the coffin.

Nianen didn't know how long she had slept. She felt like she was trapped in a burning sand pit. The hot sand submerged her again and again. When she thought she would suffocate this time, she would have two hands to dig her out of the sand.

She didn't know that she had a sudden high fever. Her temperature was over 41 degrees, and almost all the thermometers exploded. Feng Yanmo was going crazy. She was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment at night. However, no matter what method the doctor used, injection or infusion could not make her temperature drop.

Finally, Feng Yanmo can only use alcohol to wipe her body over and over, hoping to cool her down in this way.

Her face was burned red, and her mouth repeatedly said some scattered words and names. Feng Yanmo was really afraid that she would be burned to be stupid. He did not dare to sleep for a moment, and he stood by her side and carefully changed the ice towel on her forehead for her.

Until two days later

Nianen's temperature slowly dropped, and she finally calmed down. Feng Yanmo is in a hurry and gets angry. When Mo WanChen brings her package to see him, she is shocked.

"Are you a mouth or a sausage?" Mo WanChen takes out the porridge bowl in the bag and pushes it to Feng Yanmo. Feng Yanmo doesn't even look at him. His eyes are fixed on Nian en in his lethargy.

"Eat, eat, you haven't eaten and slept for days? If you spoil yourself like this, if she doesn't get well, you're going to fall down. Who are you going to take care of when you say that? " Mo WanChen took out the spoon, dipped it in the porridge, and pushed it in front of Feng Yanmo.

Feng Yanmo shook his head and said hoarsely, "I'm not hungry. I can't eat."

"If you can't eat, you have to take medicine. Come on, I'll watch her for you. After you finish eating, sleep for a while, five minutes or ten minutes will do. Anyway, you must have a rest Mo WanChen frowned and put the bowl directly into Feng Yanmo's hand without any doubt. "An old man will look like an old man. She can't hold on. You have to hold on. You have to stop it for her when the sky falls. Eat it quickly. Don't let me look down on you."

I don't know whether Mo WanChen's words touched Feng Yanmo's heartstrings, or whether he was impatient to deal with her again. In a word, Feng Yanmo raised his bowl and filled a bowl of porridge in a muddle.

Mo WanChen "Oh." Ah, you grab a bowl

"No feeling." Feng Yanmo wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His mouth was burning. I don't know if it was because of blistering or because it was hot.

He took Nian en's hand again, and felt that the temperature in her palm was no longer frightening and burning, so he put out a little snack. These days, he did not dare to let her go for a moment, for fear that she would have an accident if he did not pay attention.

Feng Yanmo used to be a person who paid much attention to appearance, but now the man in front of him is so sloppy.

Indeed, every man goes his own way, and every man suffers from every man.

Mo WanChen sighed and handed over a piece of paper. "Master, I've invited you. It's the host of the Western Zen temple. He has also selected a few days. You can see which is more suitable. "

Feng Yanmo took over and said, "thank you."