The pain in his chest disappeared as the figure from his back receded. It is becoming more and more difficult to stand up normally.
It's like there are ants nibbling a little bit.
Feng Nai experienced what it meant to be a walking dead.
That's what he meant.
Even though it was just noon, it felt like everything was dark.
This is what it feels like lying on the bed and covering the quilt.
Throat burning burning uncomfortable.
He didn't want to get up to drink water.
Even thinking, a little pain is fine.
It's better than knowing it clearly when the heart is empty.
There was no other possibility for them.
Feng Nai's alienation from Mo Bei was obvious.
Even Xiao Nailin could see it.
Because I miss my elder brother.
So Nailin finished class an hour early.
After hearing the housekeeper say that his little brother had come, his round eyes lit up, and he thought his little brother was upstairs.
Who knew that his brother was the only one, lying on the bed like he was asleep.
"Little brother is gone?" Xiao Nailin still felt a little unbelievable that his brother didn't keep his little brother
Old Wang was also puzzled, and told Nailin what happened today.
Xiao Nailin felt more and more that the two were just arguing.
However, something was wrong with his brother.
Something was wrong, even a private doctor could detect it.
Feng Nai drank whatever medicine was prescribed, and the emotion on the side of his face didn't even move slightly, especially when he was eating.
Madam Feng saw it and put down the bamboo chopsticks: "Nai'er, is there something on your mind?"
"No." Feng Nai took a sip of the soup: "It's just that I don't have an appetite."
Mrs. Feng didn't try to expose her eldest son, others couldn't see the difference in his expression, so how could she, a real mother, not notice it.
Adding that her youngest son kept blinking at her, she knew that there must be something wrong.
After finishing the soup, Feng Nai went upstairs, with no intention of going back to the base at all.
Xiao Nailin leaned against Mrs. Feng's ear and said, "Mom, brother and brother had a fight, so I'm in a bad mood."
"He also quarrels with others?" In Mrs. Feng's impression, her eldest son's degree of cleanliness is basically that he likes it or he likes it, and he doesn't like it or he doesn't like it. He has never quarreled. It's really unusual.
Nailin's cheeks were bulging: "Anyway, it's a cold war, my little brother came to see him today, and my brother didn't even keep my little brother."
Hearing this, Madam Feng sighed, "I really miss you."
The question mark on Xiao Nailin's face: "Remember?"
"Linlin, remember, cold wars are only between true good friends." Mrs. Feng smiled and said, "Although the metaphor is not appropriate, when I was young, your father often had cold wars with me."
Xiao Nailin said seriously: "Mom, I don't want to be fed dog food, not to mention that you and Dad are already divorced."
"That's right." Mrs. Feng smiled gracefully: "However, even if they are really good friends, if the cold war lasts for a long time, then they will never be able to return to the beginning."
After hearing this, Xiao Nailin came to a conclusion: "Does that mean I'm going to create a chance for them to reconcile!"
"The specific matters need to be resolved by themselves." Mrs. Feng touched the little brain in front of her eyes: "No one else can intervene."
Nailin's ears drooped, obviously disappointed.
Mrs. Feng smiled and said: "However, it is a good way to let these two people meet and talk about it."
(end of this chapter)