Zijun, Feng Zijun... Qingqing muttered the name, looking straight at Chu Yanshen, if, if what he said was true, she was his wife and Feng Yi's mother, then why couldn't she remember She shouldn't forget that she is such a close person, but who is Meng Qingqing? Feng Zijun, Meng Qingqing, the two names flashed in her mind alternately... Zijun suddenly felt that she had a splitting headache, she supported her head with her hands, her eyes darkened and she passed out.
Zijun had a long dream, and the blurred puzzles in the dream finally gradually became clear. He said: "My son and I, if you don't want to be separated from your son, there is only one way. If you don't want to, I won't force you. You think about it yourself." He said: "I don't have any ambiguity with her. The two generations of Yue and Chu's family have some friendship, but it has faded when I come here. Moreover, I don't have ambiguity with women. Not before marriage, but after marriage. Not to mention." He said, "Feng Zijun, I can tell you responsibly that it is impossible to get a divorce in this life, and in view of what you have done in the past, I can consider giving you a chance to redeem your sins."
He said, he said... He said a lot, every sentence was very clear, and this he was Chu Yanshen, her husband, even in her dream, she could feel that they loved each other so much, but she forgot about him...
Zijun opened her eyes, it was a pair of familiar eyes, he looked at her for a moment, the expectation in those eyes made her inexplicably sad, Zijun raised her hand to touch his face, the hard stubble pricked On her hand, rough, she said, "It's time for you to shave."
Yanshen's face rubbed against her hand: "Well, I know, I'll shave later."
Zijun said: "I remembered, many, many, I remembered what you said to me, I remembered, how we got married, I also remembered... I said I love you, Chu Yanshen, I love you, I'm sorry, Forgot about you, sorry..."
Zijun's voice became lower and lower, choked with sobs, Chu Yanshen bowed his head and blocked her non-stop sorry, he kissed her for a long time before letting her go: "Needless to say sorry, as long as you come back, as long as you remember that I am Your man, there is no need to say sorry, we have not wasted too long years, compared to a lifetime, two years is nothing, I thought that the rest of my life would be so lonely, you don't know, how lucky I am, thank you I didn’t get on that plane, but I’m glad you’re back, and I’m glad we can grow old together.”
Zijun's tears couldn't help but come out, she drilled one, Yanshen lowered her head and kissed one, until Zijun stopped crying, Zijun said in a low voice: "But I didn't think of everything, I just I remembered the clips, yours, Feng Yi's, how I got on the plane, how I got into a car accident, but I can't remember it at all?"
Yan Shen nodded: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, I figured it out too, why force you to think about the past, the past has passed, and we still have countless futures."
Feng Yi eavesdropped at the door with goosebumps all over his body, he never thought that his father could say so many nasty words without blushing and heart beating.
Feng Yi suddenly remembered that there was another person beside him, and hastily reached out to close the door: "Uncle Qin, let's go downstairs."
Qin Fei knocked him on the head: "Stingy, let me study hard, let alone, looking at your father's usual face, I thought he was a thorough actionist, so it turns out When my wife comes, it’s also a set.”
Feng Yi didn't like to hear it: "What coaxing, my father is showing his true feelings, do you understand?"
Qin Fei looked at him seriously for a while and said: "People say that like a father, like a son, it seems that your boy will also be a master at coaxing women in the future."
Feng Yi curled his lips in disdain: "I don't coax women." Qin Fei couldn't help laughing when he saw him like that: "When my uncle was your age, he was tougher than your kid. What happened later? It's different. The one who was subdued by women, and your dad. Your dad used to be a perverted clean freak. After meeting your mother, he lost all cleanliness and cruelty. He was as hot as a ball of fire. When he saw your mother , the flames are bursting, I wish I could hug your mother and burn it."
Feng Yi couldn't help laughing. Although what Uncle Qin said was a bit exaggerated, it was quite appropriate after thinking about it. No matter what, his Junjun came back. Although his face changed, he finally came back. He didn't have to worry about it anymore. Dad couldn't think about it, Feng Yi suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful.
When he went downstairs and saw the people downstairs, Feng Yi frowned: "Uncle Meng hasn't left yet."
Meng Chuhan glanced at him: "How is she?"
Feng Yidao: "Uncle asked my mother?"
Qin Fei's lips twitched. When did this kid call his mother? Isn't this obviously going to irritate Meng Chuhan? Speaking of which, Qin Fei really can't understand what Meng Chuhan did. Well, I can't save it, I just admit it, but this one has to turn another person into his younger sister and raise her at home for two years, and get along day and night. Guai Yan is deeply angry, who can stand this.
"Uncle Meng, my mother woke up and remembered." Meng Chuhan glanced upstairs, stood up, nodded with Qin Fei and left.
Zhong Li stood up and said, "Anyway, she has been Meng Qingqing, Chu Han's younger sister for the past two years, and only she has the right to decide how to deal with this matter."
Feng took a look at Qin Fei: "Uncle Qin, I'm afraid the cooperation between your Qin family and the Meng family is going to blow up."
Qin Fei smiled, and stretched out his hands to mess up his hair: "You can blow it, who cares, as long as Feng Yi has a mother."
Feng Yipa pulled his hand away: "Tomorrow I will go to see Xiao Mao Mao."
As soon as his daughter was mentioned, Qin Fei immediately became vigilant, and looked at Feng Yi suspiciously: "Feng Yi, tell uncle the truth, are you planning to plot against my Mao Mao?"
Feng Yi couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Uncle Qin, don't you think it's too early to worry about this now?"
Qin Fei still insisted: "Why so early? My Mao Mao is so cute." He looked around nervously while talking, and Feng Yidao said, "I should go back to school." Leave Qin Fei alone.
Qin Fei imagined a few people who might covet his family Mao Mao, but still felt that Feng Yi was the most likely, no, he had to watch it carefully when he turned around.
Feng Yi got into the car and muttered: "If I have a younger sister, why do I care about Mao Mao?" Zhao Dong in the front couldn't help laughing, glanced at the second floor of the villa, and thought, probably soon.
When Chuhan saw Zijun again, it was half a month later. Walking into this mansion again, Zijun had mixed feelings. Speaking of it, her life was really a bit chaotic. The memory that belonged to Feng Zijun was not fully remembered, but the memory that belonged to Meng Qingqing was very clear. No matter what the reason was, she Meng Qingqing who has been working for two years is an irreversible thing. In the past two years, Zijun knows best how Meng Chuhan treated her. Even if he hypnotizes her, it is impossible for Zijun to hate him or blame him. After two years of getting along day and night, in her heart, Chu Han was already the same as Xiao Yueyue.
Speaking of Feng Yue, she remembered that Feng Yue and Qiao Yun came the next day. Even without remembering, Zijun could feel that Feng Yue was her brother, and Qiao Yun was her sister-in-law. That kind of family feeling , very distinct.
Feng Yue said that with her fussy sister, he would have to live ten years less, but he looks young and handsome, especially after getting married, that kind of happiness can be shown almost with every gesture, compared to the relationship between himself and Chu Yanshen. , Yan Shen is the absolute leader, Feng Yue and Qiao Yun are just the opposite, Qiao Yun's strength often makes Zi Jun dumbfounded, but they are still happy, it can be seen that there are thousands of kinds of love, as long as they can be happy in the end, why care about the form
Zijun tortured Yanshen for ten days, and that man reluctantly agreed to her to come here, and also agreed to many unequal conditions. What are the specific conditions, Zijun blushed...
Although he promised her to come, but when she came, he didn't come in and waited outside. He said that he was afraid that he would not be able to help but do it when he saw Chuhan. In fact, Zijun knew that this was the man's thoughtfulness. Although he was a little narrow-minded, That man understood that Chu Han couldn't be a stranger to him.
The butler bowed and said, "Miss, the young master is in your room on the second floor."
Qingqing nodded, and stood in front of this familiar door for a while before knocking on the door and pushing it open. Chu Han stood in front of the French window with his back to her. Outside the window was originally Meng's garden, but Qingqing turned into a vegetable garden. , she is not Qingqing, Qingqing will never do this.
Thinking about it now, she is no longer Qingqing, traces of her are left everywhere in this family, and it was only at this time that Chuhan realized that she was no longer a younger sister to him, but what is the use of understanding, she is Feng Zijun, she With a husband and a son, she is nothing to her.
"Brother..." Zijun called out, and Chuhan suddenly turned around: "What did you call me?"
Zijun said without hesitation: "Brother, I call you brother. Even though I am not Qingqing, you are my brother. Maybe in your heart, I am just Qingqing's substitute, but you have been my brother in the past two years." , is my brother, as long as you want, I will always be your sister, I just want to tell you this."
Chu Han stared at her blankly, she had changed a lot, even though she had the same face as Qingqing, but at this moment she was no longer Qingqing, she was luckier and happier than Qingqing, and the happiness in her, is it possible? Give yourself a little, this big house that lost her is as cold as an ice cellar.
Zijun said so much, but he didn't see any reaction, so she couldn't help feeling disappointed: "If you don't want me to be your sister, then I will leave. Thank you for taking care of me in the past two years. Goodbye."
Zijun turned around, and as soon as she held the doorknob, Chuhan behind her said: "Are you still willing to recognize me as a brother?"
Zijun suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms: "Brother..."