Long San jumped off the horse and handed the reins to the servant, and then he took the baggage and walked to the courtyard.
He went out for three days. Although it was not long, he missed his family very much. The bag contained the gadgets he bought for Baoer and Qiaoer, as well as his Fenger's favorite snack.
After entering the yard, the girl sitting outside the main house saw him hurriedly saluting, and greeted him: "The madam is sleeping. The two girls are in the West Room."
"Why are you sleeping at this time?" Long San frowned.
"Madam is a little uncomfortable."
"Did you call the doctor?"
"Madam said no, it's good to sleep." The girl was a little nervous. The third master is usually a very talkative master, but once the matter involves his wife and two precious daughters, he will be strict.
"Did she say she doesn't have to? You don't look at things?" Sure enough, Long San was very unhappy. The girl was too scared to speak. Long San ignored her and walked into the house to watch the phoenix dance.
Feng Wu was indeed sleeping, but her sleep was a little unsteady, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her head was leaning on Long San's pillow. Long San put down his burden and walked over to support Feng Wu's head. In this sleeping position, he carefully twisted his neck.
After holding his head, he tucked the quilt. Then Long San sat by the bed and looked at her. He stroked the center of her eyebrows, her brows opened, and after a while they frowned again.
Long San lowered his head to peck at the center of her brow, and whispered to himself, "Do you always frown? Miss me? I'm back."
Feng Wu didn't wake up, but she muttered twice, and she didn't know what she said. Long San laughed and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her again. After that, he just sat and looked at her like this and stayed with her for a while, and felt very at ease in his heart.
While sitting, two small heads came in at the door. It's Baoer and Qiaoer.
Bao'er took Qiao'er and made a silent gesture to Qiao'er while probing her head. Long San couldn't help laughing again, the good dolls also knew that their mother was sleeping and shouldn't be noisy.
Long San gestured for them to wait, then he walked to the table, took the baggage he had put down earlier, and led the two dolls to the Westinghouse.
After entering the Westinghouse, Qiaoer started to make trouble, "Daddy, Daddy, you have been gone for a long time."
Long San kissed her: "It's only three days."
"That's been a long time." Qiao'er hugged Long San and refused to let go, wanting to act like a spoiled child. Bao'er obediently pulled a chair for daddy and let Long San sit.
"You're still partial, you go back to see your mother first, not us." Long Qiao continued to accuse.
Long San kissed her again and again: "Dad has gone out, and mother is taking care of you at home. Mother has worked hard, so naturally she has to go to see her first."
Good Bao'er nodded straight on the side, Qiao'er was weak and weak, she couldn't stand her father, so she just opened her mouth and took a bite on Long San's chin in protest.
Long San flicked her forehead and said she was naughty. This made Qiao Er giggle. Long San also hugged Good Bao'er and asked them carefully whether they were good or not, and what they had done these days.
Qiaoer and Baoer answered, and Long San was very satisfied. Finally, he said: "Since you are so good, Daddy will bring you gifts."
He let go of the two children, unwrapped the bundle, and took out the boxes of gadgets one by one. Baoer and Qiaoer's eyes lit up and cheered. Manually unpack the box.
With sharp eyes, Qiao'er saw that there were still two boxes in her bag, so she went to get it. Long San hurriedly stopped her: "This is for my mother."
"Eat?" Qiao'er immediately deduced what it was, and her eyes brightened. Long San was amused by her and touched her little head: "Play with my sister first, and let my mother eat honey fruit with you when she wakes up."
Qiao Er looked at the two boxes and drooled. But after looking at Long San, I saw that he had no sign of being soft-hearted and willing to give her food first. Baoer pulled her to play with the wooden cart. She was attracted by the toys, so she compromised and went to play first.
Long San accompanied them for a while, instructed the maid to take good care of them, and then turned back to the main house.
Feng Wu is still sleeping, but her brows will no longer be wrinkled. Long San smiled, held her hand, and Feng Wu called out in a daze: "Master."
Long San responded and asked her, "Are you awake?"
Feng Wu didn't answer, as if she was still sleeping. After a while, he called out again confusedly: "Xianggong."
"It's me." Ying squeezed her hand.
This time Feng Wu really woke up and was pinched. She opened her eyes, blinked, and slowly woke up. He grinned: "Xianggong, you're back!"
"Yeah." Long San hugged Feng Wu, who was about to stretch his arms, "Be careful of catching a cold. Either get up and get dressed, or cover up with a quilt."
"Then I'll sleep again." Feng Wu lazily didn't want to move.
Long San stuffed her back into the quilt and wrapped it up. Ask her, "What's wrong?"
"Maybe I caught a cold last night, but I feel very tired and have a headache."
Long San stroked her sideburns and broken hair: "Since you're awake, I'll send someone to call the doctor."
"I don't like to drink medicine." Feng Wu pouted.
Long San ignored her protest and went out and called the servant to invite the doctor.
When he came back, Feng Wu muttered, "It's your fault if you catch a cold."
Long San raised his eyebrows. Feng Wu continued to complain: "No one covered the quilt for me in the middle of the night. I fell asleep, woke up from the cold, and found that the quilt rolled to the side. No one hugged me to sleep. Look, it's all your fault."
Long San laughed: "Yes, yes, it's my fault. It's my fault." Thinking of her sleeplessness just now, she felt a little distressed: "I didn't sleep just now, did you?"
Feng Wu was stunned, and suddenly "ah" sounded. "Long San, I don't know, is it a dream or what? It's like, it's my memory. When I woke up, I still remember it quite clearly."
"what?"
"I dreamed of my mother. Maybe it was a dream. My mother had a big burn on her face, on her arms, and on her body. I kept crying, she wouldn't let me see it, she said it wasn't hurt, it was hatred. I dreamed that we practiced martial arts when we were young, and the appearance of Master, and I also dreamed of peace. I mischievously burned the kitchen of the next door, the big brother took the blame for me, and was punished by Master to kneel, and I was crying all the time. I was so nervous. ."
"Then what?" Long San asked, holding her hand. Is this a memory or a dream? He thought maybe it was memory.
"Then I don't know. I was confused in my dreams. And I picked some flowers in the back mountain with Ping An. Ping An put flowers on his head and asked me if they looked good and asked me to wear them too. I don't like wearing flowers, I went up to the tree and cut a thick branch, chopped it into a stick, and felt very imposing. The sky was getting dark, the senior brother came to us, saw Ping An’s head full of flowers, and I was holding a stick. He said that Ping An is so ugly, and then said: I was like a monkey. Later, while my senior brother fell asleep, Ping An and I sneaked into the house, and Ping An put flowers on his head, he didn't know it. Later, when I woke up, I got up and talked to my senior brothers, which was laughed at by everyone. The senior brother was very angry, thinking that it was me who did it, but it was actually Ping An. But I can't betray Ping An, so I admit that I did it."
"Sounds interesting." Long San smiled. I still feel guilty when I think about it. Even though Nianyi has married Ping An, even though Nianyi has said that he no longer blames him, he still feels guilty. This guilt made him feel that he was not good enough for Feng Wu.
"It's alright, it's quite interesting. But there are also unhappy ones. I dreamed of my mother's tomb, and the master took me to bury her. I also dreamed that the master gave my mother a letter, asking me to find my sister and take revenge. ." Feng Wu stopped for a while, "Is this a dream, or is it a memory?"
"It doesn't matter, it's what you think it is." Long San comforted her softly.
Feng Wu thought about it and smiled, "Then treat it as a dream. You are right, it doesn't matter." She clenched Long San's hand and said, "I still think about it in my dream, fortunately I I don't remember anything, I can't remember. Otherwise, when I saw Feng Ning, I took revenge, how would I retaliate? Is it possible that I would kill my father and aunt? I was worried all the way, not knowing how to take revenge, I don't know how to hate them, but I really hate them for treating my mother like this. I don't know what to do. I really want to see them, but I don't want to see them."
"it's already over."
"Well. It's all over." Feng Wu approached Long San and said again: "My father chatted with me for a long time before he left. He said that memory is really a strange thing. He had a big fight with my mother and returned to Xiao alone. , his memory was all about mother's bad. Mother's temper was big, mother's wayward, mother's selfishness. But later when he heard mother's death, mother's good was all in his mind. Mother saved him, mother's smile, mother's Be strong. He asked me, you said, what is the last thing your mother remembers about me? "
Long San patted the back of her hand comfortingly.
Feng Wu continued: "Fortunately I don't remember, otherwise I don't know how to answer. In my dream, I heard my mother say that it was not hurt, it was hatred, and I cried. Now I think about it, I I'm so much luckier than my mother." She paused and muttered to herself, "It's good that I don't remember, otherwise, I don't know how to hate it."
Long San lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "hate" - it was indeed a very hurtful thing.
"Take it as a dream. Now that my father and aunt are gone, Feng Ning has also lived his own life. I don't want to hate, everyone has their own cause and effect. My mother will not blame me." Feng Wu said He yawned, feeling a little sleepy again.
Long San frowned and touched her forehead, but it wasn't hot. Just waiting to remind me how to ask a doctor outside for so long, the girl outside has already shouted: "Doctor Chen is here."
Long San quickly got up, wrapped Feng Wu in a quilt, and turned around to open the door.
Dr. Chen came in and saluted, carefully giving Feng Wu a pulse. Feng Wu pouted and said it would be good to sleep, and then said that she didn't want to drink the soup, muttered, and finally was stared at by Long San: "Don't talk, let the doctor take a good look at the doctor."
Feng Wu closed her mouth. Doctor Chen smiled: "Congratulations to the third master, congratulations to the madam, it's a happy vein."
Long San was stunned, and then ecstatically said, "Ximai?"
"Indeed." Doctor Chen congratulated again, and then said that there is no need to prescribe medicine, just take a good rest. The lady is in good health and there is nothing wrong with it.
Feng Wu's eyes widened and she looked at Long San, and she was very happy when she saw Long San's happy brows.
Dr. Chen is gone. Long San took a few steps to the side of the bed and stretched out his arms to hug Feng Wu tightly. His childish behavior made Feng Wu laugh and touched his head: "My child's father, it's time to prepare a name again."
"Okay, okay." Long San's voice choked with joy.
this fool. Feng Wu couldn't help laughing all the time. Happy to be like this. She touched his head again: "How about having a son this time?"
"Okay, okay." Long San hugged tightly, reluctant to let go. Feng'er, Feng'er, God is so kind to him. Send her to him and make him so happy.
"God is so kind to me." Feng Wu said. Long San almost thought that he couldn't help but speak. Hearing that Feng Wu had the same thoughts as him, he was moved again.
"Master, don't worry about my memory."
"Okay, okay." Long San didn't know what to say anymore. She really is the worm in his stomach, she knows what he thinks.
"I think it doesn't matter if the memory of the past is gone. I have so many good memories, I can't remember them all."
"well."
Feng Wu pushed Long San slightly away and looked into his eyes. His eyes were full of affection for her, she smiled at him, she really felt that it was no big deal if she didn't remember things. She understands the guilt in his heart, but she doesn't mind. Senior Brother is also living well with Ping An. They don't mind either.
Who cares, only her husband is a fool.
But she knew that his mind was because of his affection for her. God was so kind to her. She hugged his neck and kissed his lips.
Now, she has so many happy things to remember, it's really hard to remember.
She felt no more happiness.