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The sunset was burning like fire outside the window, but the sound of thunder exploded in Feng Qisong's ears.

He thought of the day when he buried his eldest brother, the weather was muggy and thunderous, and the rain that had been brewing for a long time never stopped, turning the world into a purgatory-like steamer.

Feng Wobai was too young to accept the news of his eldest brother's death, so he passed out crying at home, only him, with the rest of the guards, helped the spirit to the west and passed through the city.

There is no mourning, no paper money flying all over the sky, only a team of white silk headbands walking silently.

Feng Qisong walked in the front with his elder brother's spirit tablet in his hands, as if walking through mountains of swords and seas of fire, each foot could leave a bloody mark on the dry ground.

His eldest brother died, and very few people came to pay his respects.

For a moment, Feng Qisong couldn't remember his elder brother's face.

He is no better than Feng Wobai. He was loved by his parents when he was young, and cared by his elder brother when he was young. He went to Germany alone, and he has long been used to loneliness in a foreign country.

When he asked someone to engrave his elder brother's spiritual tablet, he even felt unfamiliar with that name.

——Fengqing Bamboo.

A name that is elegant and clearly carries the expectations of the parents.

Feng Qingzhu is the eldest son of the Feng family, and also the first child of the Feng family to abandon his pen and join the army.He has made the Feng family into a legend with his ability and skill that others can hardly match.

Feng Qingzhu in Feng Qisong's memory is mostly the appearance he saw before he went abroad. Even if his elder brother was wearing a military uniform, he was full of the gentleness of a scholar. In private, what he felt the most was that the adjutant under his command was too gangster-like. Human brain hurts.

At that time, Feng Qisong was more like a scholar than Feng Qingzhu. Although he was a military student, he hadn't entered the school, so he could barely be called a "reserve". He learned how to shoot a gun from his brother, but he had never seen blood.

So he didn't understand his brother's troubles, and joked with a smile: "Brother has the style of a Confucian general."

Feng Qingzhu rolled up the newspaper in his hand and knocked him on the head: "Second brother, are you laughing at brother too?"

After all, he put his hands behind his back and left with a long sigh.

Feng Qisong in his youth felt that the Jiyue Qingfeng and the flamboyant Jinling Erlang should be like his elder brother. Wen Neng can write flowers, and Wu Neng can fight the enemy.

It wasn't until after returning to China that Feng Qingzhu died in battle, and he became the only pillar of the Feng family, that he realized that among the countless choices in life, the one he had fantasized about was the most irresponsible and unrealistic one.

Later, without hesitation, Feng Qisong chose the path that Feng Qingzhu walked back then, killed his young self on the night when his elder brother died, and gave Feng Wobai that bright road.

No one asked him if he was willing, and no one asked him if he was worth it.

He made a choice he would never regret, at the cost of a high-spirited self and a pair of legs.

However, during the funeral, Feng Qisong hadn't considered these things. Like all young people who lost their loved ones, he held back his tears and refused to show his most vulnerable side.

He stepped on the road that his elder brother walked, crossed the street that his elder brother walked, and collided with Chen Beidou at the gate of the city.

On the day of Feng Qingzhu's funeral, Chen Beidou was dressed in red, and behind him was a sedan chair carrying beauties.

"Yo, Feng Lao Er?" Sitting on the horse, Chen Beidou condescendingly examined Feng Qisong who had just returned from abroad, and squeezed a contemptuous smile between his teeth, "You will go to accompany your elder brother one day."

Feng Qisong hugged the spiritual tablet and said nothing, his quiet eyes seemed to be looking at Chen Beidou, but also seemed to be looking at a far away place.

He stood motionless, with the funeral guard behind him, iron-gray, like faded terracotta warriors.

Chen Beidou lingered with them for a while, and said, "Unlucky!"

Then he turned his horse's head and led the people to change paths and go away.

The most tragic white and the most absurd red passed by, Feng Qisong raised his eyes, and pressed the Chen family's debts to the bottom of his heart.

He stood quietly, waiting for the red color to completely dissipate in the wind, then raised his voice and shouted: "Lift the coffin!"

The sound of uniform footsteps broke the silence and melted into the mountains and rivers. From this moment, the second child of the Feng family became a person very similar to Feng Qingzhu.

It's just that Feng Qingzhu is too elegant, and Feng Qisong is good at hiding clumsiness.

They are born in light, they die in darkness.

Like a gnat shaking a tree, you are overwhelmed by your own strength, and like a green pine and emerald bamboo, it becomes stronger after a hundred trials.

Until one day, when he proves the Tao with his body and his soul returns to his homeland, he is worthy of living in this world.

They walked out of the city gate, headed west, and then west, before the heavy rain fell, they carried Feng Qingzhu into the Feng family's ancestral grave.

There have been countless sacrificed guards resting there, and it was Feng Qingzhu who made the decision to let them sleep here.

Feng Qisong asked why.

Feng Qingzhu rubbed his chin and smiled wryly: "Living may not necessarily allow them to avenge their country and family, but dying... At least they will have a home to return to."

Now that Feng Qingzhu has also returned home, Feng Qisong thought that his eldest brother might be happy to have countless old comrades-in-arms by his side.

Standing in front of the dug grave, according to the custom, he opened the coffin and took a last look at his elder brother.

Feng Qingzhu's remains were taken care of by Feng Qisong himself. All the blood on his body was wiped off, and his eyes were closed. Looking at it now, it is no different from when he was alive. He seems to be asleep. In the next second, he will open his eyes and smile. Call him: "Second."

Then said: "Even you laugh at brother?"

Feng Qisong watched it for a long time, until Qian Shan choked up and reminded: "Second Lord, it's getting late."

He looked away from Feng Qingzhu's face in a daze, and said in a strange tone: "I always feel that if I leave my elder brother here alone, he will blame me."

Qian Shan turned his face away and sobbed loudly.

Feng Qisong lowered his eyes, his nostrils were full of the smell of mud and the dampness before the rainstorm, he heard himself say in the calmest tone, "Seal the coffin and bury it." From that moment on, he knew that the white crane was sleeping in the He is already the most unreachable delusion in the world.

Because he promised Feng Qingzhu.

If you can't ask for it, why do you ask for it?

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"Second Brother Feng...Second Brother Feng!" After experiencing the initial shyness, Bai Hemian yelled twice angrily when he didn't get an affirmative answer, then grabbed Feng Qisong by the collar, and eagerly leaned over, "Do you like me?"

A little light gathered in Feng Qisong's hollow eyes: "What did you say?"

"You like me." Bai Hemian was determined.

Feng Qisong traced his outline wantonly with his eyes, his palms wandered along the slender waistline, and even brushed against the inner thigh where he pinched her.

Bai Hemian trembled sensitively, and snorted contentedly.

He thought he had the answer.

"Second brother Feng, let me help you." After recovering from a serious illness, Young Master Bai's voice was weak and soft, "Before...you did it yourself for a long time, I will help you, maybe it will be faster."

"How do you know I've been doing it for a long time?" Feng Qisong endured it, but still smiled.

It's good to listen to what he has to say.

"Because I fell asleep and you didn't come back." Bai Hemian was brooding, "You're just scratching your head, I'll... I'll..."

"Drink poison to quench your thirst." Feng Qisong said flatly.

He was stunned for a moment, then the tip of his nose was pressed against Brother Feng's neck, and he leaned over softly.

Bai Hemian's attitude was too straightforward, even though Feng Qisong knew that the happiness with him was short-lived, he still held the slippery wrist and held the burning fire.

At that moment, Bai Hemian shrank back suddenly, and then slowly pressed against him. He was like a drowning person, struggling instinctively, panting hard, his lips pressed against Feng Qisong's chin, and his green beard After kissing.

Then Bai Hemian couldn't breathe, started to choke up, and wanted to shake off Feng Qisong's hand, but it was too late.

Feng Qisong shackled his wrists, watching his futile struggle with a smile.

With tears in his eyes, he stared bitterly at the corners of Feng Qisong's raised lips, knowing that this person did it on purpose.

Second Brother Feng was "revenge" and didn't help before retaliating against him.

The sound of the doctor's footsteps came from outside the door, Bai Hemian froze, and wanted to step back, but his legs were firmly held down by Feng Qisong. He was sweating profusely, grinding his back molars, and said intermittently: "Feng Er Brother...Second Brother Feng, there is someone!"

"Yes, there is someone." Feng Qisong smiled, and pressed Bai Hemian's hand on the raging fire again.

He opened his mouth slightly in surprise, he couldn't believe that Second Brother Feng wasn't even afraid of doctors.

But just because Feng Qisong is not afraid, does not mean that Bai Hemian is not afraid.If the doctor sees them doing this kind of thing on the hospital bed, where will they put their faces?

So Young Master Bai struggled harder and harder, the hospital bed creaked with his movements, the doctor who hadn't noticed them before finally stopped outside the door.

"Second Master Feng?" Old Master Xun knocked on the door, "Is Young Master Bai awake?"

Bai Hemian's eyes widened in horror, he stopped kicking his legs, stopped swinging his fists, and curled up in Feng Qisong's arms, staring straight at the door of the ward.

"Wake up." Feng Qisong's endurance was astonishing, his hands kept moving, and his tone was surprisingly peaceful.

"Do you need me to take his temperature again?"

"Let me ask him." After Feng Qisong finished speaking, he leaned over and put Bai Hemian's earlobe in his mouth, "Hemian, do you need me to take your temperature?"

The scorching breath sprayed behind his ears, and the same heat rose from his lower abdomen.

Shame and anger were mixed with fear, and there was a bang in Bai Hemian's mind. He didn't care about being heard by the doctor, and he lowered his head in a daze, looking at his own small flame, and moved his lips in disbelief. .

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong followed his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more gentle.

He ignored his embarrassment and used his hands and feet to push Second Brother Feng away.

This time Feng Qisong let go.

Bai Hemian curled up wrapped in the quilt, trembling slightly.

"He Mian..." Feng Qisong wanted to comfort him, but felt it was ridiculous.

So Young Master Bai also buried his face in the quilt.

"He Mian, who is also a man, has such a reaction..." Before Feng Qisong finished speaking, Bai He Mian kicked his stomach lightly.

Feng Qisong laughed and pinched his ankle.

Bai Hemian broke free again.

Feng Qisong moved his fingers reluctantly, and the fingertips touched his warm skin, then sighed and retracted his arms, feeling that Bai Hemian didn't like such a touch.

In fact, Bai Hemian just didn't expect that he would become hard because of Second Brother Feng's panting.

He bit the quilt and shivered, the blood all over his body rushed to his face, but fortunately Feng Qisong had moved away a little and didn't stare at him.So Bai Hemian hesitantly rubbed over, once again reaching for the fire that he couldn't hold with his trembling hands.

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong turned his head abruptly, the light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and his desire gradually burned.