Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 397 An Old Photo

  Feng's family is in the north, while Feng Yan's grandfather's family is in the south. The main reason why the children of the two families got together was the war, the friendship and the game of power during the struggle.

   Judging from the location of the Tongzilou, Feng Yan’s grandfather was also a general-level general. Unfortunately, he passed away early and there were few people in his family. Most of the photos on the shelf were simple photos of three generations of a family.

  And the one that Qin Qing holds in her hand is a bit special.

  The corners of the old photos have turned yellow, and the black-and-white photography is used. The old man in the picture is still young, holding a pair of cute little girls, both about ten years old. The little **** the left has a pretty short hair cut and heroic, and her eyebrows are somewhat similar to those of the youth, she should be Feng Yan's mother.

However, what attracted Qin Qing’s attention was the little **** the right, with shawl black hair and long hair, light eyebrows drawn by ink pen, cold and self-sufficient, standing there with a book in her arms, there is something from the picture frame. The beauty that is ready to come out.

   "Who is she?" She murmured unconsciously, asking about the girl's identity, always feeling that her temperament was particularly similar to that of Chu Fan's mother Lin Yunxiu.

  Feng Yan was taken aback. She didn’t seem to expect that she would see this photo, so she whispered, “My mother’s friend, I lived here for a while as a child, and haven’t seen it in many years.”

  He is not a person who sees things and thinks about people, especially after the disappearance of his mother, the pictures of the elderly are usually displayed at home. This time I came to live in a hurry, I'm afraid Oman accidentally put it out while cleaning.

  Originally, Qin Qing observed the photo to mention the topic of her motherhood, but the gentle girl in the photo firmly attracted her attention, and there was a voice in her heart urging her to understand the general, “What’s her name?”

  This kind of Yushu Lanzhi, as gentle as a camphor tree, should have a very pleasant name.

  Feng Yan glanced at her, and familiar words overflowed from his thin lips, "Qin Wan."

  ‘Qin night. ’

  Qin Qing's heart sounded almost at the same time as the man, and after getting the answer, she felt a little weird in her heart. Staring at the person in the photo, Yue Xiong's mouth suddenly burst into soreness.

   "What's wrong?" Feng Yan came around from behind and hugged her, keenly aware of the strangeness, "Why are you so curious about her?"

  Girls are not like real eighteen-year-olds, and their minds are full of various curiosities. She always has a clear goal in her work, and it is extremely rare to investigate things like this to a stranger.

"I don't know." Qin Qing rarely showed a confused look, touched the quiet and elegant face in the frame with her fingertips, and shook her head softly: "Just looking at her, I feel a bit sentimental. Maybe it's because of her temperament. To be quiet doesn’t fit your age."

  There is no innocence, liveliness and arrogance that a ten-year-old child should have. The excessive silence looks as beautiful as a rag doll but too fragile.

  Behind Feng Yan tightened his arms and moved the person closer, before responding: “Your instinct is correct. Qin Wan passed away shortly after marrying abroad.”

  While speaking, he stared at the little girl in the photo and frowned. Maybe he felt that the other party had a bad ending, so he didn't tell anything similar to the girl.

   Speaking of temperament and age inconsistent, gentle and elegant, girls are the typical examples.

  Qin Qing vaguely noticed something, and gently leaned in the broad embrace behind her and said, "You don't like her?"

  Although the man’s emotions are deeply hidden, his tone is always calm and frozen, but she can still feel the details of some side branches after getting along for a long time.

  As a result, these words violated Feng Yan's taboo. He raised his brows without saying a word. His dissatisfaction was extremely extreme, and he said stiffly, "I only like you."

  Like, that is a person’s experience of having a happy mood for a certain thing or person, especially for the opposite sex, it is an adjective that cannot be used casually.

"?!!!" Qin Qing was choked to say nothing, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she couldn't tell from the other party's serious tone whether it was deliberate or true feelings. In short, she hit a straight ball and flew again. Want to play the exile.

  After a while, Feng Yan explained again, “Qin Wan’s death hit my mother a great deal, and it was from that time that she had signs of an attack.”

  A seizure refers to falling into a state of madness.

  Since she woke up, neither of them mentioned this topic. Feng Yan also knew that once the secret was exposed, it couldn't be hidden, and he had to face it after all.

  Listening to him, Qin Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, covering her big palm with her small hand and gently soothing, "Have you ever witnessed her seizures?"

  In fact, the answer to this question is obvious. If not, the Feng family brothers and sisters would not have been so persistent in trying to find the root in their blood for so many years.

"Yeah." Feng Yan's voice was a little dull, as calm as a deep lake, "Feng Jia announced her death eighteen years ago. In fact, she was just kept in the house. She often suffered in the small attic. She wailed and cried, and occasionally appeared violent. Less than a year ago, her father said she was dead. But four years ago, Xiaoyue suddenly told me that she was still alive and in the hands of the gambling king."

   Eighteen years ago, Feng Yan, who was only seven years old, witnessed his mother’s madness, which became the deepest memory in his childhood.

  "Then you and Fengyue..." Qin Qing hesitated for a moment, but decided to spread out all the doubts.

  Feng Yan hugged her and sat down on the sofa, looking at the old locust trees outside the iron windows, and slowly and slowly narrated the panicking years one by one.

  Seven-year-old Feng Yan only remembers the hideous face of his mother, while Feng Yue, who was in the swaddling clothes, was frightened and cried all night long. The father couldn't bear it and left the house, leaving him to look at his sister.

  Later, he was thrown into the army, the team, the memory of his mother's madness made him fearless on the battlefield, and the result of every psychological evaluation was too irritable. And when he was promoted to a major and was able to enter and leave the camp freely, and finally went home to see his sister, Fengyue had become a surly and arrogant little Taimei, who was mixed between the wine table and the gaming table, and was already emotionally out of control at that time. Signs of life.

  When Fengyue happily told his mother that she was still alive, his first thought was to prevent her from looking for it.

  However, it was too late at that time.

  "Brother, have you forgotten, we are all geniuses with an IQ of up to five hundred. Wouldn't I know that my mother is actually a lunatic?"

  Feng Yue, who was only fourteen years old at the time, looked at him with an innocent and romantic expression, but his eyes were full of endless darkness.

  At that time, he knew that they were all cursed people.

  (End of this chapter)