He Rijun coming again

Feng Qingzhu naturally didn't want to leave.

This is his lover, and he doesn't want to let him go, no matter in the previous life or in this life.

But now that Luo Zhiwen was ill and lost his temper, he could only follow along.

So Feng Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, when you recover from illness, we'll go back and sign the agreement."

His throat was hoarse as if he had swallowed a piece of charred coals.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhiwen became even more angry.

He wanted to throw the pillow he was resting on again, but Feng Qingzhu quickly held his arm with his hands, and looked over with his wet eyes without blinking - the light in the house was not turned on, and even a little light outside the door could make him His eyes shone with starlight.

Feng Qingzhu suddenly heard his own rapid heartbeat.

If the atmosphere wasn't right, he should have kissed Ah Wen.

But this opportunity is in his own hands, and he can only accept it by himself.

You can't leave, you can't leave.

Feng Qingzhu finally understood Luo Zhiwen's thoughts a little bit.

His Ah Wen couldn't bear to leave, and was so disheartened by him that he had to leave.

Feng Qingzhu squatted beside the bed, and straightened Luo Zhiwen's pillow.

He looked down, waited for Fengqingzhu to be put away, and then lay down again.

Feng Qingzhu couldn't help laughing.

The quarrel just happened seems to be a farce, and the past is over.

But it didn't actually pass.

Luo Zhiwen pinched the corner of the quilt, his back was hot, sweating from anger.

He just couldn't figure it out, after three years of ignoring her, she turned into "deep affection" after sleeping, what a lie!

The more Luo Zhiwen thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he couldn't fall asleep, so he got up abruptly and stared at Feng Qingzhu who was standing beside the bed.

"Ah Wen..."

"I'm not Awen!" Luo Zhiwen slapped the quilt suddenly, before he could say the rest, he coughed from the ashes.

"Well, you're not." Feng Qingzhu patted his back for him, suppressing the emotion in his eyes.

After crossing the River of Forgetfulness and the Bridge of Naihe, his Awen is a brand new person.

But as long as the soul is immortal, no amount of reincarnation can take away his lover.

He accepts Awen's changes and loves every change he makes.

Luo Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, and could hear the loneliness in Feng Qingzhu's tone.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you talking about, Awen?"

Feng Qingzhu was silent for a long time and did not answer this question.

Luo Zhiwen felt bored, retracted into the quilt, and turned over.

Why, he thought, did he even ask?

To humiliate yourself?

It's been three years of humiliation, do you want to continue?

"Awen is the one I... I'm sorry for."

Feng Qingzhu's deep voice suddenly came from the quiet bedroom.

Luo Zhiwen was startled, for some reason, he was so nervous that he curled up his toes.

"He has a good temper, doesn't like to mess around, and has a nice smile."

"He is in poor health, but he likes to be brave, and it makes me feel bad every time."

"He...he's dead."

Before Feng Qingzhu finished speaking, he was brought back to reality by Luo Zhiwen's soft sobs: "Ah Wen?"

He ignored people and tried to get under the quilt.

"Ah Wen!" Feng Qingzhu didn't care whether Luo Zhiwen would get angry, sat on the side of the bed, and hugged him in his arms, "Why are you crying?"

Luo Zhiwen couldn't break Feng Qingzhu's hand, so he simply gave up and shed a few tears.

"Ah Wen, I made you cry again." Feng Qingzhu tentatively stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips touched the cold tears, his heart trembled violently.

He originally thought that he in his previous life had already dried up Ah Wen's tears.

Unexpectedly, to live a new life...

Feng Qingzhu pressed Luo Zhiwen into his arms, and vaguely heard a broken sentence: "Bai Yueguang is dead, how can I compare?"

Feng Qingzhu was stunned for a moment.

Ah Wen and Ah Wen are one person, even though time has passed, the sea has changed, and the soul has not changed, Feng Qingzhu can feel it after awakening.

But Luo Zhiwen didn't know.

After hearing Feng Qingzhu's words, he would only think that the three-year marriage was a joke.

It is indeed a joke.

Heart-wrenching joke.

"Ah Wen, listen to me, I..." Feng Qingzhu hurriedly lowered his head when he thought of this, and wanted to tell everything, but Luo Zhiwen didn't want to hear it anymore.

Luo Zhiwen covered his ears: "Go!"

"Ah Wen!"

"Go, I'm going to rest." Luo Zhiwen held back tears, gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Qingzhu, get out for me."

He wanted to say "scroll", but the word was in his mouth, until the root of his tongue was bitter, and he couldn't utter it.

Feng Qingzhu got up slowly, and retreated to the door step by step.

"If you have something to do...you must call me. I'm right outside." After the man finished speaking, he closed the door.

Luo Zhiwen inside the door suddenly lost all strength and collapsed on the bed.

He gasped, recalling vague dreams.

The fire, the coffin, the heart-piercing pain—he had a bad guess—the one lying in the coffin was the former Feng Qingzhu.

He walked into the raging flames for Feng Qingzhu, but the reincarnated Feng Qingzhu fell in love with another person who had long since died.

Why.

Why? !

Luo Zhiwen buried his face in his palm, and sobbed again in pain.

The sound insulation of the room was not good, and Feng Qingzhu's attention was all on Luo Zhiwen, so he naturally heard soft sobbing.

There is nothing that can be done to seal a hectare of bamboo.

The man sits on the couch with his hands in his hair and sighs in chagrin.

Feng Qingzhu remembered a small matter.

Before the war broke out, Feng Qingzhu went to find Ah Wen.

That day happened to be August [-]th, and the golden moon was hanging in the sky. When Feng Qingzhu found Awen over the wall from the corner of his eye, he had already had several drinks with the elders in his family, and he was no longer as calm as usual. blushing, smiling at him.

"How much did you drink?" Seeing that there was no one around, Feng Qingzhu dragged him up to the roof.

The two sat on the tiles, cuddling each other.

"Not much, just three cups."

Feng Qingzhu leaned over, buried his head on the side of Ah Wen's neck and sniffed lightly: "Osmanthus wine?"

"Dog nose." He hid with a smile.

"Don't move." Feng Qingzhu was afraid that Ah Wen would fall, so he put his arms around his waist.

The warm touch came through the thin fabric, and Ah Wen froze suddenly.

Not yet married, they shouldn't be so close.

Feng Qingzhu's ears were slightly red, but he didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter: "Awen, do you have any wishes?"

"how?"

"You can make a wish on the moon."

"How can anyone make a wish on the moon?" Ah Wen laughed at Feng Qingzhu's nonsense, but still thought about it seriously, "I just want my family to be safe and my life to be smooth."

"And me?"

"You are also my family."

Feng Qingzhu was dissatisfied with the answer he heard, so he lowered his head and leaned over, only to see the sparkling light in Awen's eyes, blessed to his heart, and suddenly understood.

——Awen is afraid.

Feng Qingzhu's heart was terribly soft: "Awen, it's okay, I promise you, no matter how dangerous it is, I will protect you."

"Why am I worried about this?" Ah Wen rarely spoke harshly, "Brother Feng, I am worried about you!"

As he spoke, a line of clear tears flowed from those beautiful eyes.

"I can't stop you from defending your home and country." Ah Wen buried his face in Feng Qingzhu's chest, weeping uncontrollably, "But I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll leave me..."

After he finished speaking, he regretted saying the wrong thing first, but as he spoke, tears welled up again.

Feng Qingzhu pressed Ah Wen's shoulder funnyly: "It's such a good day, you can't keep crying."

"Then you promise me that no matter what happens, you will come back safely."

"Well, I promise you." Feng Qingzhu leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly.

That night, Ah Wen became his man.

But Feng Qingzhu didn't realize that a casual promise locked Ah Wen's life until his death.

Feng Qingzhu was brought back to reality by the ringtone of the mobile phone, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, even his hands were sweaty.

The call was from Han Qianshan.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qingzhu collected himself and connected the phone.

Han Qianshan's voice was trembling: "Feng...Brother Feng, your family found out that you and your sister-in-law are going to divorce...Uncle Feng...Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng are right next to me."

Feng Qingzhu's heart skipped a beat, he opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Han Qianshan was about to cry in fright. He looked at the man beside him who was not angry and arrogant, and sat down on the chair: "They said that as long as you do something wrong to sister-in-law, they will kick you out of the house!"