There is a girl in the farm who is too enchanting

Chapter 212 A visitor from Qingluan Court, the secret of the jade pendant (3)
My mother loves me, I really do, but I also love my mother.The clothes he was wearing were all changed by his mother with her better clothes.But the clothes on my mother's body are as thin as winter and summer.In winter, my mother was so cold that she couldn't sleep all night.All these sufferings and all the sadness are all thanks to the father who has never met.I have hated and resented in my heart, and sometimes I even wonder if my mother would not have given birth to me, would my life be better than it is now.At least, you don't have to think about your useless son everywhere.

As soon as she saw Feng Cang started doing it, Lin Qingluan immediately got up and walked to Feng Cang's side in two steps.Stretching out his hand, he pulled up the worn-out quilt covering him, tucking the corners of the quilt.I'm afraid that this deeper exposure will make my son suffer from the cold.

After completing this series of things, he touched Feng Cang's forehead and said with a gentle face: "Cang'er, why are you awake again? Are you hungry? There is still food that your sister brought over last time. Mother is going to cook some porridge for you."

After saying that, Lin Qingluan got up immediately, but was grabbed by Feng Cang's thin palm.

"Mother, Cang'er is not hungry. I just woke up because I was worried about you. Mother, please sit down quickly. Don't be too busy." Feng Cang didn't have much strength in his hands, but he could easily hold Lin Qingluan pull back.Because Lin Qingluan knew that this son had a stubborn temper, so he had no choice but to listen to him.

Lin Qingluan took advantage of the situation and sat beside Feng Cang, and then said with a relaxed expression: "Silly Cang, what can mother do? Stop thinking about it, go to sleep."

However, Feng Cang held Lin Qingluan's hand and remained motionless.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Lin Qingluan immediately wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was still a step too late, letting Feng Cang grab it.

Slowly, turning Lin Qingluan's palm over, tears filled her black eyes.

"Cang'er, it's okay, Nian just accidentally pricked it, Cang'er don't look at it." Lin Qingluan looked a little flustered and wanted to withdraw his hand, so that Feng Cang could not see it, but helplessly, Feng Cang was dead. Hold on to it.

A pair of rough hands gradually appeared in Feng Cang's eyes.There were more tears in Feng Cang's eyes.He knew, he always knew.Mother's hands were not like this before.He knew, he always knew, that Nian's hands became so rough in order to take good care of himself.He knew, he always knew, how many nights, mother was stuck by needles because of mending under insufficient light.How many days and nights have passed like this.However, his father, his aloof father, never came here once.He really doubted whether he really had a father, and what the hell was a father?If all fathers in the world are so hard-hearted, then I would rather not have a father.

Tears slipped down unconsciously, blurring his vision.At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Hearing the sound, Lin Qingluan thought it was Yiyi who had come again, and turned her head away with joy on her face. At this glance, she was stupefied. She didn't know how to react, and what kind of mood she should have.

Because it was none other than Fengtian who came.Once upon a time, the man who kept saying that he loved himself, the man who was about to strangle Yiyi to death just after Yiyi was born, the man who said himself that he would ground himself in Qingluan Garden, the man who ignored his own son for 14 years.

Lin Qingluan looked at Fengtian, not knowing how he was feeling.It only took a month for the one thought of benevolence to save this man and fall in love with him, but it took half of his body to pay for his wrong choice.Lin Qingluan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.To cry is to tell one's sorrow, and to smile is to mock one's ignorance.No matter what kind of emotion, the protagonist of the tragedy is oneself.

Feng Cang also noticed Lin Qingluan's strangeness, and immediately asked: "Mother, what's wrong with you, who is here?" Hearing the door opening, he thought it was his sister.However, judging by my mother's reaction, there should be someone else.Moreover, he is still a person who is not liked.

"Cang'er, it's okay, go to sleep, go to sleep." Hearing this, Lin Qingluan came back to his senses, and patted Feng Cang's body with slightly trembling hands.Then, he got up slowly, walked to Fengtian a few steps away, and saluted slightly.

"The daughter of the people has met the Prime Minister."

Lin Qingluan's words confirmed Feng Cang's suspicion in his heart.Sure enough, the person who came was the father who hadn't seen each other for 14 years, the aloof prime minister, just now, when he saw the complicated expression on his mother's face, he noticed it.It's just that I'm unwilling to be sure, after all, I have waited for fourteen thoughts, and he hasn't appeared once.

What is he here for today?It was conscience who found out, but still felt that their mother and son were not miserable enough.

Feng Tian's deep eyes swept across this dilapidated room solemnly.On the window paper, there are holes one after another, and pots and jars are still placed in the corners of the house. It must be that the house has not been repaired all year round, so there is dew.Lin Qingluan was dressed in white washed plain clothes, with a haggard and sickly face.Is this really the beauty in the mountains back then?

Although several years have passed, I still clearly remember the smart girl I met when I was passing through Anyang.

Years are like sharp knives that sharpen people, and after ten years of absence, the elf in the mountains has withered into this appearance.It seems that she has had a bad life these years.Otherwise, it would not be so downcast.

"Qingluan!" The old voice echoed clearly in this dilapidated and empty house.Because it is too empty, it seems that echoes can still be heard.

Qing Luan?I seem to have forgotten that for many years, I haven't heard anyone call myself that.The sound of the vows of the mountain alliance back then is still in my ears, and when we meet again, things are different.Lin Qingluan looked at Fengtian's familiar face with indescribable resentment in his heart.

It has been 14 years, Fengtian is no longer the handsome young man he was back then, and he himself has aged before his time.However, he could still recognize this face at first glance.I have loved, hurt, hated, and entangled. In the days when I was grounded, I even thought about suicide and ended my life.However, the gods let him have Cang'er, and for Cang'er, he has arrived today. For 14 years, I have been thinking about how to live, how to live, how to take good care of Cang Er, and how to survive.The only thing that never occurred to him was that he would be able to see Fengtian again in his lifetime.

"Master Prime Minister, come here, what's the matter?" Lin Qingluan tried his best to calm down his emotions, and asked calmly.

For this man, I no longer have any. Hey, there was hatred at the beginning of the calculation, but after so many years, it has already faded away.Now, the reason why he is agitated is entirely because of Cang'er, because Cang'er blames him.

(End of this chapter)