Feng Wuming said that he had a little dry mouth. Of course, this is a psychological effect. He has long been dead, so where can he feel thirst?

He is not as good as the ancestor of Qingcheng, who can be a god...

If his brother is still there, he will definitely be better than Feng Qingcheng, and he can even sit here with him and play tea and chess.

Even if you can't taste it, it doesn't matter, as long as you can still think about it...

In fact, when he discovered the broken book, Feng Wuming really thought it was Feng Wumian who came back. After all, the book was really burned, and it was written by him.

But how is it possible? Even the underworld cannot find his place, and his soul is scattered and disappears into this world forever.

"You can't blame you for these, right?"

"The inner decay of the Feng family has long been ruined. Grandpa, we can actually change it, right?"

"Just as Grandpa Feng Wumian thought, Yugong can move mountains, not something that can be done overnight, but if you persist, you will see the results sooner or later!"

Feng Xi looked at the vicissitudes in Feng Wuming's eyes and understood that he really missed his brother.

And regret for the past.

Feng Xi didn't know if those dreams were real, but she knew that many things were traceable.

"It's not that easy. People like him have failed. I don't have his potential and qualifications. All I can do is to protect this Feng family!"

"I chose Xiaobao and actually saw Feng Wumian's shadow in Xiaobao. It was not that it looked very similar, nor that it was reincarnation, but that it was the talent in their bodies."

"No one can cover this up. When he grows up, you will see it more clearly. Xiaobao is indeed an extraordinary child."

After Feng Wuming said that, he stood up again and walked deeper, because it was already dawn, and he had already told Feng Xi about the memories of the night.

In fact, he didn't say anything else, that Feng Wuming had high expectations for Xiaobao.

He hopes that Xiaobao can inherit Feng Wumian's will.

He has no chance, let alone that fate.

Feng Wuming could see that many things were not something he could do.

There is another possibility that it is powerless.

Now there are people who can try things that he can't do, how can he want to give up?

But at this moment, Feng Wuming suddenly felt that it was no longer important, and it would only backfire, just like Feng Wumian back then. If his family could have agreed to Feng Wumian’s choice at that time, wouldn’t it be different?

Feng Xi watched Feng Wuming's back disappear into the white mist bit by bit, and realized that grandpa had left and she should wake up. Perhaps she understood what grandpa said about her unfinished words.

Just asked her to ask Qin Xiaobao, Feng Xi was silent again...

"My wife? It's almost ten o'clock."

"My son is going to have a meal..."

Qin Wanyu hugged Qin Xiaobao very distressedly. Looking at Feng Xi, who was still drowsy, he did not dare to speak loudly, but dared to whisper.

Qin Xiaobao had already woken up, or he didn't sleep much that night. Qingfeng and others had almost coaxed him for a night. It was dawn and they didn't fall asleep, so they had to send Qin Xiaobao back.

"Oh...eat!"

Feng Xi stood up in a daze, holding the child...

She is a little big now after listening to the story that has been overnight.

My mind needs some time to accept it, but it is more worried about Qin Xiaobao's future.

If Qin Xiaobao really follows what his grandfather said, then Qin Xiaobao will have to change his surname, and he will have to be Feng's surname...

Then what should Qin Wanyu do?

Feng Xi looked down at his son who was so fragrant that he ate, with a serious expression, which turned into deep bitterness and affection in Qin Wanyu's eyes.
Chapter completed!