Yuan Qingling had to coax her first and sat down to mended the pillow.
The oily shine on the pillow was very sexy, and the needle and thread were a bit hard to pierce through. The cotton inside was faintly bluish black and dirty.
She sat directly on the ground, happily watching Yuan Qingling help her mending the pillow. When she looked at the pillow, her eyes were maternally pampered. She looked obsessively, with her hands in the air, Yuan Qingling's needle was heavy At that time, she just breathed in, fearing that she might hurt the child.
Yuan Qingling looked up at her, smiled softly at her, and then she smiled shyly and stretched out her hand to stroke the pillow, "Baby, mine."
"Yeah, I know!" Yuan Qingling felt very sad, and slowly mended, mending the entire pillow again, moving as slowly as possible, looking for a chance to sit with her for a while and say a few more words.
She was very excited, and everything she had imagined before could be realized.
Leng Fengqing and Fourth Master's feud can be avenged, and their mother and son will be reunited, a real reunion.
Thinking about it this way, the smile became more gentle, maybe this smile was very warm, so that Leng Fengqing didn't have the slightest defense against her, and moved slightly to her side, and even stopped staring at her. With the pillow, it was truly assured to hand it to Yuan Qingling.
This pillow has been regarded as a treasure for her for the past thirty years, and it is also the only pillar for her to live, but she is willing to let it go a little bit, which shows her trust in Yuan Qingling.
This may be because Yuan Qingling brought her former consciousness, and her telepathy was really mysterious.
After Yuan Qingling mended the pillow, she handed it to her. She happily took it, hugged it tightly in her arms, and smiled at Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling looked at her dirty black skin and smile without a trace of impurities. She only felt pain in her heart, and couldn't help but cry again.
Yuan Qingling wanted to try to comb her hair, but she still avoided, hiding in a chair outside the house, just as she saw when Yuan Qingling arrived.
Yuan Qingling didn't dare to try to contact her anymore, but just sat on the ground with him, watching her silently, both joy and heartache.
The rapid sound of footsteps sounded, and before Yuan Qingling raised her head, Leng Fengqing became nervous, hugged the pillow tightly, raising hostile eyes.
The Fourth Master and Yu Wenhao, dressed in white, came, and they both stood on the side road and did not immediately walk down.
Si Ye's head was raised slightly, his messed hair was blown by the wind, and he was a bit crazy, his lips trembled, and his eyes were red and he looked at Leng Fengqing.
There were more and more tears in the eyes, blurring his vision.
He rushed up, his breath was still a bit panting, and his chest was up and down. I didn't know if it was because of rush or emotional excitement. He moved his toes forward and settled down again.
Leng Fengqing also looked at him, turning his head, revealing a trace of confusion.
Yuan Qingling originally thought that the Fourth Master would approach her cautiously, but she did not know that the next moment, the Fourth Master suddenly strode forward, Leng Fengqing jumped up in fright and wanted to hide in the house, and the Fourth Master quickly grabbed her. The arm and the pillow fell to the ground. Between her consternation and anger, the Fourth Master hugged her tightly into her arms, shaking her whole body with excitement, tears rolling down, and she was no longer depressed.
Leng Fengqing panicked. Seeing the pillow on the ground, she suddenly roared, struggling with both hands to hit him on the head, slap and slap down, really using the madness of gnashing teeth, Yuan Qing Seeing the red marks on Fourth Master’s face and ears, Ling wanted to dissuade him, but Yu Wenhao pulled it away, shook her head with sadness in her eyes, Yuan Qingling plunged into Yu Wenhao’s arms and burst into tears. .
Leng Fengqing couldn't open him, so she rushed to bite him on the shoulder. The crazy manpower was very strong, and she bit down. The intensity made her tremble all over her body, and her crazy madness spread freely in her eyes. Raising his head, he bit down on Fourth Master's neck with another bite, and blood spilled between his teeth.
Si Ye didn’t seem to know the pain, so he held her stubbornly, and the pain made him feel safe. It wasn’t from his own illusion, it was real, she was still there, God pity, she was still there. , She's still there!
Xu was the blood on the fourth master's neck that made Leng Fengqing sober. Her crazy movements slowly stopped, smelling the smell of blood, raising dazed and puzzled eyes.
The Fourth Master slowly let her go, staring at her face foolishly, looking at the bewilderment in her eyes, he felt a pain in his heart, bent over to pick up the pillow, and put it in her arms, Leng Fengqing He hugged him, dodged and sat on the chair, and said in pain, "Baby, my babe!"
Si Ye slowly knelt in front of her, looking at her fingertips gently stroking the pillow, tears once again blurred her eyes, trying to suppress the sadness in her heart, and called hoarsely, "Mother!"
Leng Fengqing froze for a while, and seemed to be still for a while, then slowly raised his head to look at him, still clinging to the pillow with both hands, greedily traversing his face, although his eyes were still suspicious. Color, but something slowly shattered.
She tremblingly stretched out her dirty hand, covering Fourth Master’s face, hot tears slipped off her cold face, and then rolled to the back of her hand. She retracted her hand and looked at the teardrops on the back of her hand madly. .
"Er?" She made a sound in her mouth, hurriedly and suspiciously, her dirty black eyelashes flashed quickly, she adjusted her sitting posture, even the pillow slipped quietly from her knees, and looked at Si Ye carefully.
The Fourth Master was tearful, smiling as if crying, and holding her hand touching her face, her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly speak, "It's me!"
Leng Fengqing withdrew her hands, then the palms of both hands were raised upwards, and slowly spread out to form a gesture of hugging something, and then retracted her hands and hugged them carefully in front of her chest, her head sideways, as if looking at Fourth Master, but with her eyes Without focusing, just subconsciously do this action.
When Yuan Qingling saw her move, tears couldn't help but she choked from a distance: "After she gave birth to you, she held you in her arms like this."
Si Ye's heartache was even worse, tears slipping down.
In the end, Leng Fengqing picked up the pillow stupidly and hugged it in his arms, just like that action and posture.
The fourth master's lips were white, and she looked at Leng Fengqing with sad eyes. He wanted to stand up slowly, but Leng Fengqing grabbed his wrist with great strength. He raised his stubborn eyes and looked at Fourth Master, without admitting. He did not allow him to go.
Si Yefu knelt down slowly again.
Leng Fengqing gently slid the red marks on his face with her fingertips. They were the scars she had just punched out. Her fingers were cold and rough, but the warmth of her mother that Si Ye had never felt before.
Fourth Master's eyes became red again.
Yu Wenhao and Yuan Qingling stood not far away and looked at them quietly, their eyes were also filled with tears, and they did not dare to come close, for fear that she would startle Leng Fengqing, she would jump up and beat Si Ye again.
The two held hands and retreated far away to stand. The Fourth Master seemed to have spoken to her, but she didn't answer, so she looked at Fourth Master like that.
Then after a long time, the Fourth Master took the comb that Yuan Qingling had just dropped and walked around behind her, combing her hair. The hair was knotted a long time ago and could not be combed, but Leng Fengqing did not move. Si The master also continued to comb slowly.
Yuan Qing Ling was very excited because she just wanted to comb Leng Fengqing's hair. Leng Fengqing was unwilling, but she is now willing to let Fourth Master comb her hair, which proves that she is touched by Fourth Master in her heart.
People from Lenglangmen also came up one after another and helped burn hot water in the temple. Fourth Master wiped Leng Fengqing’s face and hands. After wiping the dirty face, it showed a sallow color. Now he looks at his facial features. And the outline is more similar to Si Ye.
Leng Fengqing just looked at Fourth Master idiotically throughout the whole process, almost without blinking.
After Fourth Master wiped her clean, she gently stroked Fourth Master's neck with her fingers, and asked vaguely, "Pain?"