Feng Wuming said that his mouth was a little dry, of course it was a psychological effect, he was already dead, how could he still feel thirsty
He is not like Qingcheng's ancestor, who can be a god...
If his brother was still alive, he would definitely be able to surpass Feng Qingcheng, and even sit here with him drinking tea and playing chess.
Even if you can't taste the taste, it doesn't matter, as long as you can still imagine...
In fact, when he found the broken book, Feng Wuming really thought that Feng Wumian had returned. After all, the book was really burned, and he wrote it himself.
But how could it be possible, even the underworld couldn't find him, his soul was scattered, and he disappeared in this world forever.
"It's not your fault, is it?"
"The internal corruption of the Feng family has long been dilapidated, Grandpa, in fact, we can change it, can't we?"
"Just like what Grandpa Feng Wumian thought, Yugong Yishan cannot be achieved overnight, but if you persevere, you will see results sooner or later!"
Feng Xi looked at the vicissitudes in Feng Wuming's eyes, and understood that he really missed his brother.
And regrets about the past.
Feng Xi didn't know if those dreams were real, but she knew that many things could be traced.
"It's not that easy. People like him have failed. I don't have his potential and qualifications. All I can do is defend this Feng family!"
"I chose Xiaobao because I actually saw Feng Wumian's shadow in Xiaobao's body. It's not about how similar they are, let alone reincarnation, but the talent in their bodies."
"No one can hide this. When he grows up, you will see more clearly that Xiaobao is indeed an extraordinary child."
After Feng Wuming finished speaking, he got up again and walked to the depths, because it was already dawn, and he had already talked to Feng Xi about the memories of the night.
In fact, what he didn't say was that Feng Wuming had very high expectations for Xiaobao.
He hoped that Xiaobao could inherit Feng Wumian's will.
He has no chance, let alone that fate.
Feng Wuming could tell that there were many things that he couldn't do as he wanted.
There is another possibility called incompetence.
What he couldn't do, now there are people who can try, how could he want to give up.
But at this moment, Feng Wuming suddenly felt that it was not important, and trying to force it would only be counterproductive, just like Feng Wumian back then, if the family could acquiesce to Feng Wumian's choice at that time, wouldn't it be different
And Feng Xi watched Feng Wuming's back disappearing into the white mist little by little, and understood that Grandpa had left, and she should wake up, perhaps she understood what Grandpa had said.
Just asking her to ask Qin Xiaobao on this, Fengxi fell silent again...
"Daughter-in-law? It's almost ten o'clock."
"My son is going to eat..."
Qin Wanyu hugged Qin Xiaobao very distressed, looking at Feng Xi who was still drowsy, he didn't dare to make a loud noise, only dared to whisper.
And Qin Xiaobao woke up a long time ago, or didn't sleep much at all that night. The Qingfeng coaxed him almost all night. It was dawn, but he didn't fall asleep, so he could only send Qin Xiaobao back.
"Oh... let's eat!"
Feng Xi stood up in a daze, holding the child...
She has a big head now after listening to the story all night.
It takes some time for my brain to accept, but I am more worried about Qin Xiaobao's future.
If it is true according to what grandpa said, then Qin Xiaobao will change his surname, after all, he will have to be named Feng...
What about Qin Wanyu
Feng Xi looked down at Ma Ma Xiang's son, with a serious expression, which became bitter and affectionate in Qin Wanyu's eyes.