"Two brothers, we are missing two people, can you play basketball with us?" A boy of fifteen or sixteen said to Feng Jingchen and the God of Death. Actually, brother, hey! They are only 2 or 3 years older than you.
That's all, it's just because of their tragic life experience and mature temperament that people think they are so sophisticated, but their hearts are more fragile than ordinary people.
Seeing the boy's request, Feng Jingchen's eyes were so cold. Although the God of Death smiled, unfortunately, I could see from the God of Death's eyes that he was a little annoyed with the boy in front of him.
"Go, children." After the beautiful mother said, the cold wind cleared the dust, and the smirking Death suddenly softened and became much more real. These two men who stand at the top of the world are as well-behaved as children when facing their mothers.
, they took off all their disguises, Feng Jingchen rolled up the sleeves of his clothes, and the God of Death combed his long golden hair, and then they stood up and walked to the basketball court. Feng Jingchen looked back
I glanced at my mother who asked me to take care of him. I gave him a knowing smile and then sat quietly next to the beautiful woman.
In fact, I feel really embarrassed sitting next to such a beautiful woman, because she exudes a temperament that I don’t have. No wonder the God of Death has always been so obedient and filial to my mother. No wonder even Feng Jingchen, who just recognized his mother,
So honest too.
Their mother is very powerful, because she gave birth to two such handsome children, and they are so outstanding. I don't want to admit the "great achievements" of Death, but his success can prove all his strength...
Looking at Feng Jingchen and the God of Death on the basketball court. I wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry. The two men running in front of me could not see their true identities at all, nor could I see that they had sworn hatred.
Because they really seemed like brothers, with youthful vigor and harmonious atmosphere on their faces. You were fighting for a basketball. Hey! Why do they look like brothers? They are simply brothers! Then... where is Bai Yiqing?
Where is my brother Lu Qingya? Where is my good friend Qin Lang?
"Child, I'm sorry for hitting you before." Their mother's words interrupted my thoughts. To be honest, I felt a little nervous inside. I didn't feel anything when I saw him the first time, but this time... maybe it's because he is Feng Jing.
Chen's mother, I guess... can also be considered my future mother-in-law. Hee!
"No...it doesn't matter." Dizzy, I have stuttered now.
"Child." After their mother finished speaking, she stroked my cheek with one hand. Her hand was slender and beautiful. When she stroked my face, it felt as comfortable as the breeze blowing on my face: "You are Jingchen's girlfriend, right?
Not Death's girlfriend, right?" After my mother said this, I was completely stunned, because her eyes were as clear as if she could see through my heart, and from the first time we met until now, I have never said she was Feng Jing.
Chen's girlfriend, but she can actually tell it at a glance.
I nodded slightly, and she stroked my head gently, and then smiled slightly, and the smile was so charming: "I can see that there is dust in your eyes, but I can also see that there is dust in your eyes."
"In addition to pure dust, there is Death in your eyes." Why did their mother say that? There is absolutely no way that there is Death in my eyes, because I hate him. Maybe what their mother saw in my eyes was
I hate death.
"No, Auntie, I...actually hate the God of Death very much."
Their mother's hand held mine: "Child, maybe I felt wrong. When we met for the first time, you shed real tears because of my insult to Death. Your eyes were filled with tears at that time.
Love, I don’t know why you hate Death, but because this hatred just covers up your love for Death..."