Chapter 8:

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Immediately she heard Mrs. Feng whispering: "Mrs... Zhiwei is young and ignorant, greedy, and hope you are more generous..."
Feng Zhiwei stepped back suddenly.
Like a thunderous thunder cracking in the bottom of my heart, a deep and black wide slit cracked, a piece of coke, blood stained.
There was a slight smile on the face, clear and shallow, not like a smile, but like a pen drawing, the curvature is perfect but stiff, but the eyebrow is light, but the eyes are sparkling and moving There is a strange and colorful charm in the room, and the colorful figurines are so cool.
Mrs. Qiu was stunned. She knew the younger brother of Feng, especially Fenghao, who was not rich but playful. What happened today was obviously greedy by Fenghao. The young aunt will definitely confess to Zhiwei and see how angry she was when she first appeared. The next sentence must be to blame the child to save the girl. I don’t want...it would be the result.
Sure enough, the son is more important...Ms. Qiu thought indifferently, and missed the daughter of the Feng family. It seemed to be gentle and docile. She was indifferent in the corner of Qiufu. She lived indifferently, but no one could get it from her mother and daughter. Anything cheap.
She suddenly remembered that the youngest aunt and her daughter were kneeling in front of the house with her daughter. She ordered her family not to report to the old man. The old man also pretended not to know. Mrs. Feng was comatose outside the door. When Feng Zhiwei was only four years old, she did not Panicked, immediately pulled his brother to knees on the street outside the lane, the sister and the brother said nothing, only tears, and said nothing. When the passers-by saw it, they thought the little child was very pitiful, accompanied by sighing, and only knelt for a day, Qiufu would not be able to eat up and down the world and had to take the mother and son into the house.
At a young age, knowing that it caused people to talk about putting pressure on Qiufu, and when she chose her mother's cold disease, she was troubled, so that the world would not blame Mrs. Feng for using the child's Bomen Road. This equal grasp and temporary wisdom, I want to understand afterwards. Feeling cold in my heart.
I remembered that I wanted to distribute her to Liu Guanshi's son. The child had no refusal in front of her, but he had "unintentional road encounters", and the sentence "Miss Three fancyed Yuchai, sent to her." The master asked about the origin of Yuchai.
She replied: "The one sent by Liu's family is rarely loved by her sister."
Afterwards, the master was furious and blamed her for not strict housekeeping, and the things outside the wife meant unclearly, were exposed in the eyes of all the ladies. I really wanted Zhiwei to give it to the innocent and innocent young lady. What did you say?
For many years, the child's status in the government was awkward, but he could keep himself from being fooled, and he was not exposed to the mountains and mountains. Such constant concentration and patience made people think that he was always uneasy.
Today, it is indeed an opportunity.
"It's not a big deal to say." Mrs. Qiu smiled, almost kindly, "How can your family embarrass you, and the Holy Spirit is coming tomorrow. In other words, Her Majesty's Princess has always been kind to Qiu's, and he doesn't count on this. "
With a happy expression on Mrs. Feng's face, she turned her head to look at Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked quietly at the wind-swaying flower under the window, her hands closed in her sleeves.
"It's just..." Madam Qiu's words turned around, "It's hard to guarantee which one's mouth is quick, and it's not easy to pass out. The master is strong in character and strict in family management. When the time comes, the thunder is angry, and the nephew is afraid to ask Losing..." She smiled slightly and looked at Feng Zhiwei. "The nephew still stays away for a while? Rest assured, everything will be handled by your aunt."
This is still going out of the house, everyone heard the meaning, a thin smile appeared.
Although Feng Zhiwei is not respected, he is considered to have been raised in Shengui since childhood. What will be the face of such a slender and weak lady when she is expelled from the government? Even if it is picked up in the future, this fame once spread out, she will never be able to match a good family.
Aunt An Shu smiled with a smile on her face and pulled the nail out of her eyes, which was really pleasant.
Mrs. Feng looked anxious and was about to speak, but Mrs. Qiu suddenly turned sideways, personally adjusted her temples, and removed a red orb flower from her temples, and inserted them on Mrs. Feng's temples, laughing: "Haoer It hasn't grown up yet, Weier is not too sensible, and my sister is too worried, and sees her old."
The sentence "Hao'er has not yet grown up" made Madam Feng even shivering. She half-faced her face, raised her hand to touch the pearl flower, and her fingers shook slightly.
Then she lowered her eyes and whispered: "Thank you sister-in-law for your love..."
At dusk, the ray of light walked into the house, and all people's faces were bright. The rumored strong and bright woman, but dark and dark in the shadow of a corner, Xia Cai wiped her cheeks, setting off a cold moonlight-like frost.
Feng Zhiwei stood in the winter evening, only to feel that her clothes were cold, she couldn't help but close her sleeves tighter. Her eyes flowed silently, turning around Feng Hao's red-toothed face, beside her side. The bead flower turned around, and the red orb bead flower was shining brightly, pressing down on the temples that were no longer blue, and picked out a trace of white hair vaguely, but felt beautiful but vicissitudes.
This is her brother, this is her mother.
Feng Zhi slightly lowered his eyes, and suddenly a smile appeared, not desolate or sad, not ironic or indignant, a very peaceful smile.
Everyone was alert to her attack, begging or crying, but didn't want her to look like this. For a moment, she was a little dazed, but Feng Zhiwei suddenly turned around and said nothing, and went out.
This time even Madam Qiu was stunned.
Feng Zhiwei didn't look back, and walked to Aunt An to stop.
Her curly hair was beaten slightly by Aunt An's slap, and her half-covered hair appeared like a finger, and Aunt An looked at her with some horror. This reminded her that she had just been banned by the slaves, and now Miss Feng is about to be chased. Before she left, she gave her a slap and gave her a slap. The lady was ashamed, but she didn't care.
She flinched and took a step back. Feng Zhiwei stood before her and raised her hand.
Everyone waited for the crisp slap to sound.
Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly.
She smiled and divorced in a smile. She clearly had a yellow face, but it made her feel very bright and dazzling.
In a breathless silence, Feng Zhi raised his hand slightly...touching the fingerprint on his face.
She looked almost nostalgic, and seemed to want to experience the pain of the slap shaking again when she touched her fingertips.
Then she lowered her hand and smiled softly, leaning close to the ear of the stunned Ann Mother and gently said: