But the fourth master seemed not to know the pain, he just held her so stubbornly and persistently. The pain made him feel safe. It was not his imagination, it was real. She is still there. God has mercy on her. She is still there.
, she is still there!
Perhaps it was the blood on Fourth Master's neck that made Leng Fengqing sober up. Her crazy movements slowly stopped. She smelled the blood and raised her eyes in confusion.
The Fourth Master slowly let her go and stared at her face, looking at the confusion in her eyes. He felt a pain in his heart. He bent down to pick up the pillow and put it in her arms. Leng Fengqing
He hugged me, hurriedly dodged and sat on the chair, and said with pain in his voice: "My child, my child!"
Fourth Master slowly knelt down in front of her and watched her gently caressing the pillow with her fingertips. Tears once again blurred his eyes. He tried hard to suppress the sadness in his heart and called out hoarsely, "Mother!"
Leng Fengqing froze, as if still for a while, then slowly raised her head to look at him, her hands still holding the pillow tightly, her eyes wandering around his face greedily, although there was still doubt in her eyes.
Colorful, but something is slowly breaking apart.
She stretched out her dirty hands tremblingly and covered the Fourth Master's face. Hot tears slid down her cold face, and then rolled onto the back of her hand. She withdrew her hand and looked at the tears on the back of her hand longingly.
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"Son?" She made a voice that was urgent and suspicious. Her dirty black eyelashes flashed rapidly. She adjusted her sitting position, not even caring about the pillow slipping quietly from her knees, and looked at the Fourth Master carefully.
The fourth master was in tears, smiling as if he was crying. He held her hand that was touching his face and said in a hoarse voice, "It's me!"
Leng Fengqing withdrew her hands, and then slowly spread her hands with her palms upward, forming a hugging movement. Then she retracted her hands and carefully held them in front of her chest. Her head was tilted to the side, as if looking at the fourth master, but her eyes
There is no focus, just doing this action subconsciously.
As soon as Yuan Qingling saw her action, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She choked out from a distance: "After she gave birth to you, she held you in her arms like this."
The Fourth Master was heartbroken even more and tears fell from his eyes.
In the end, Leng Fengqing numbly picked up the pillow and held it in her arms, using the same movements and postures just now.
The fourth master's lips were as white as snow, and his eyes were full of sorrow as he looked at Leng Fengqing. He wanted to stand up slowly, but Leng Fengqing grabbed his wrist with great strength. He raised his stubborn eyes and looked at the fourth master, refusing to admit it.
He, but he was not allowed to leave.
Fourth Master slowly knelt down again.
Leng Fengqing gently slid her fingertips over the red marks on his face, which were the scars she had just made from the crazy beating. Her fingers were cold and rough, but they were the warmth of a mother that Fourth Master had never felt before.
Fourth Master's eyes turned red again.
Yu Wenhao and Yuan Qingling stood not far away and watched them quietly, their eyes filled with tears. They did not dare to get close, for fear of startling Leng Fengqing, she would jump up and beat the Fourth Master again.
The two held hands and stood far away. The fourth master seemed to have spoken to her, but she did not respond and just looked at the fourth master.
Then after a long time, the fourth master took the comb that Yuan Qing Ling left just now, went around behind her, and combed her hair. The hair had long been knotted and could not be combed out. However, Leng Fengqing did not move.
I also continued to comb slowly.
Yuan Qingling was very excited, because just now she wanted to comb Leng Fengqing's hair, and Leng Fengqing was unwilling, but now she is willing to let Fourth Master comb her hair, which proves that she is touched by Fourth Master in her heart.
People from Lenglangmen also came up one after another, helping to boil hot water in the temple and bring it over. The fourth master wiped Leng Fengqing's face and hands. After wiping the dirty face, it revealed a sallow color. Now look at the facial features
And the outline is even more similar to that of Fourth Master.
Leng Fengqing just looked at the Fourth Master dreamingly throughout the whole process, her eyes barely blinking.
After the fourth master wiped her clean, she gently touched his neck with her fingers, turned her head and asked vaguely, "Does it hurt?"