Their Intriguing Marriage

Li Qingning lies on the window and looks out of the window. Just like when he first saw Lan Qing, he likes to peep the whole city in this closed and narrow space.

She didn't know why she was so eager to see her mother. Maybe it was because she wanted to tell her quickly that she had asked for the words she couldn't find out until the end.

After the new year, the mausoleum is very cold, as if it had been forgotten by the world. There are traces of snow in the grass after the snow a few days ago. The whole city is busy in revelry and new year's expectations, but forget their lonely relatives who are sleeping here.

She squatted in front of Fang Mingzhu's tomb and cleaned up her feelings with her hands. Then she stood in front of the tomb and looked at her mother's gentle face with a smile, as if she were saying something. Her face was so calm and clever, just like the little girl of that year.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

She just walked into the door of the villa, Lan Qing strode in front of her, looking very serious, eyebrows slightly twisted together, eyes also with thin anger.

"I'm sorry to worry you about going out all day." She knew she was wrong, she said softly, lowering her head, and then waited for his accusation.

But he just held out his hand in silence and hugged her so tightly, "you know what? How worried I am about you every moment when you are not by my side, how hard I am to sit and stand, why do I have to go out on my own? "

His voice was very low. Her head was close to his chest. When he spoke, there was a buzzing sound in his chest, like a low voice lion.

She leaned against his arms, her eyes were motionless, and all the grievances and sadness poured out in a moment. Her eyes were like water balls pierced by a huge hole, and she was lying out with tears dripping on his warm sweater.

"Lan Qing, do you know? I met him, but why am I so sad? I'm really sorry for my mother. I'm not worth it for her. In the end, he felt that only one apology could make up for my mother's life... "Her voice was drowned in a lump.

He patted her on the back, as if to coax a child, said: "maybe there are some things, he also has his difficulties and unspeakable, everyone has his own difficulties that he can't say to others, you say your mother has been unhappy, then he, he may not be so good, their grudges, don't need you to settle and pay, Qingning."

"But he's my father. The more he cares, the harsher he is, isn't he?" She leaned against his chest and said stiffly.

He just touched her head to give her peace of mind, but he didn't say anything more and helped her to walk into the room.

When Li Qingning was immersed in this mood, he was in the same place, in that ward, and his eyes were filled with grief. His eyes were like a black lake full of water in winter, always covered with a layer of fog that could not be seen clearly.

He seemed to fall into a dead circle, constantly thinking, if he had insisted on it, if he had been more careful and noticed her strange, then, would everything be different?

His lips looked pale and dry, like a dying man.

The ward is quiet. Aunt Xu has been driven home by him. He needs to be quiet to sort out his thoughts, but he finds that everything seems too late. He raised his head and looked around the ward. Suddenly, he felt that the world was strange and lonely.

"Pearl, I'm sorry for you. I've been sorry for you all my life, but I didn't expect you to bear so much alone..." he murmured, looking at the cold moonlight outside the window.

The earth is rotating all the time, and in the invisible, it seems that there is an invisible big hand changing the shape of the world at will. Lakes, oceans, mountains and forests are constantly changing their combined shape. Maybe the last second is still flooding, but the next second will be faced with nothing.

The only eternal thing in the world is the truth that everything is changing, not to mention the human heart.

Feng Chi gently pushed open the door of the ward and went in, silently looking at his father's back.

As if aware of the sound behind him, Feng Yifei slowly turned around and looked at the tall black figure at the door. There was no light on in the ward, and everything seemed a little desolate. Even their figures were wrapped in the cold faint moonlight.

The expression on his face was light, and even the corner of his mouth was a little curved. He said, "haven't you gone back yet? Then come in and sit with me for a while. Is everything ok with the company? Are you tired? I don't look very well. If I'm tired in the future, I don't have to come here. The nurses here take good care of me. "

It seems that this is the first time in 29 years that he spoke so gently, which made Feng Chi feel a little uncomfortable. He sat on the sofa beside the ward and didn't know where to put his hands.

However, he was not happy because of his father's sudden closeness. His originally depressed mood became even more depressed because of the fact that he was suddenly exposed during the day and the warmth at the moment.

He didn't know how to describe the expression on his face, but he subconsciously put his hand on his face and didn't know how to open his mouth.

"Dad, so Li Qingning is my sister, but you never know that her mother was pregnant with her, but she was forced to marry someone else... Is that so?" He took a deep breath and said softly, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him. He kept clearing his mind.

Feng Yifei looked at him quietly. His eyes had never been so soft. He even had a temperament that made people want to be close to him. "Xiao Chi, can you believe it? Up to now, I feel that everything is like a dream. Maybe life is a dream. I've lived for more than 50 years, but I still don't understand it. "

Feng Chi couldn't understand his father's words. He just looked at his eyes and his calm look.

He suddenly gently smile, said: "I actually, there is a daughter, but why at this time just know, at this time..." he looks with helpless regret.

Feng Chi swallowed his saliva and said, "Dad, you'll be OK. Don't say that."

The radian of Feng Yifei's mouth looked very soft, just like a kind old man. He looked up at him, half narrowed his eyes and said: "liver cancer, right? My own body, I know it. "