The Fourth Master looked at her clear and sad eyes, his heart thumped, and he slowly became nervous. He knelt down and called out tentatively, "Mother?"
Leng Fengqing's tears were crawling crazily on her face, as if the tears accumulated in thirty-six years were now bursting out. She couldn't see the face in front of her clearly, but she could see him kneeling slowly,
She stood in front of her and called out "Mother".
Time seemed to be pulled back to Snow Wolf Peak thirty-six years ago. Her child had just been born. She saw him, a purple-black baby with a face that couldn't even cry. She held him tightly in her arms.
Here, she realized that her fate with this child might only be this one glance.
She stretched out her trembling hands in disbelief, pursed her lips and cried, not daring to make a sound. She just let her tears flow wildly, and her hands failed to touch the Fourth Master's face.
She doesn't dare!
A warm and generous hand wrapped tightly around her trembling hand, pulled her close to his arms, and hugged her.
"mother!"
She called again, and the feeling of being held in her arms was not bad at all. She clenched her fists tightly and hugged her son's head. Every bit of the sadness and pain in her heart was reflected in her mind.
She howled so hard that she couldn't control herself. She cried so heart-breakingly that her whole body trembled. She let her son hold her, beat her head hard, and let out a low roar like a wounded beast, crying as if she was crazy.
, "Ah...ah!"
When everyone present saw this scene, how could they hold back their tears? They felt that the heartbreaking pain was contagious to everyone's heart, and both Ling'er and Rong Yue burst into tears at the same time.
Fourth Master took the hand that she was beating on his head and put her hands on his chest. His eyes were as red as the kapok hanging on the branches in spring. He comforted her with choked sobs, "Mom, it's okay. I'm here."
, it’s all over, everything is over.”
But no matter how Fourth Master persuaded and comforted her, Leng Fengqing still couldn't stop crying. She almost fainted from crying. It was Brother Xing's cry that pulled Leng Fengqing back, and she almost stopped quickly.
He stopped crying and hurriedly turned back to look for Brother Xing.
Yu Wenling hurriedly wiped her tears and hugged Brother Xing. Leng Fengqing hugged him immediately. Brother Xing was not light. Her body was thin and she sat on the ground in an instant, crossing her legs and hugging Brother Xing.
He put the child's seat on his lap, wiped away his tears, and looked at him carefully.
The little boy was obedient and quiet in his grandmother's arms. He cried a moment ago, but now he started laughing. There was a faint red milk rash on his chubby little face, and his black eyes were like grapes.
The ground was spinning, and he was grinning. The smile of a toothless child is always full of healing power. Leng Fengqing looked at him almost greedily, not wanting to blink, and not daring to reach out to touch his little cheek.
Then look at it and hold it.
After a long time, she raised her head and looked at the Fourth Master. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Are you really my child? Am I not dreaming?"
Fourth Master knelt on the ground and gently stretched out his hand to wipe her tears. He was gentle and pious. He also smiled with tears in his eyes. "My name is Leng Si. I am your son. The son you gave birth to on Snow Wolf Peak, his name is
Leng Tianxing is my son and your grandson."
Leng Fengqing whimpered, hugged Brother Xing tightly in her arms again, and leaned her head towards him, her clothes soaked with tears, "Is this really not a dream? How many years have passed since then?"
"Thirty-six years." Fourth Master hugged her and said.
Leng Fengqing murmured: "Thirty-six years have passed? In this sudden, thirty-six years have passed? But I always feel that it was not long after I gave birth to you. We were on Snow Wolf Peak, and there were pursuers.
, you were snatched away by a wolf..."
She was suddenly startled and looked at him sharply, "Wolf!"
Fourth Master held her hand and said, "Mom, I'm fine. The snow wolf didn't eat me. It was the snow wolf that saved me and fed me wolf milk until the master appeared. She took me in and raised me."