"Chun'er, a woman is just a woman, there are so many mountains in our country, don't waste your fairy spirit and go to find someone!"
The man said coldly before the woman could speak.
"Dad, for 18 years, the child has not been close to his parents, and it is the child's fault that he cannot be filial to his parents. But if his parents exiled his children for 18 years, is it true that his parents have no mistake? It is a good thing to repay kindness as a good thing
But repaying kindness with your son will make Fengchun too inappropriate to be your child! If Fengchun is just begging for something, he can also refuse. I wonder why parents can't become a fairy for a long time?"
Fengchun became angry when she heard this and said coldly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the men and women looked pale.[
"That Chun'er said, why can't she become a righteous immortal?"
The man said coldly, and Fengchun smiled coldly in his heart.
"Immortal, be kind and righteous, and my parents ignore their own children, so how can they be promoted to a righteous immortal?"
After saying something, the man's face turned green.
The two daughters also looked at each other. At this time, they realized that they had an older brother. The woman in red glanced at her parents and stepped forward and said.
"Dad, please promise him. He is our brother and your child. You have never been to look for him for so many years. It's a kind of compensation!"
The woman in white also said, "Yes, parents, it's just a small request. If you don't agree, it would be too unkind."
The man frowned and glanced at Fengchun with some disgust.
"Okay, kid, you gave birth to the child, you promise!"
He waved his sleeves and walked into the hole.
The woman sighed, although she was reluctant, Fengchun said so much that she had to agree.
"Do you have her hair?"
The woman asked Fengchun, sat aside and gathered in the stove, warming up the spring.
The heart of spring is extremely cold.
It was expected that my parents treated him like this, but they still couldn't hide their heartache and disappointment.
"Yes." Fengchun said, reaching out to his arms and taking out the hair that he usually collects Qianxun. It was the woman he loved. There was ink hair before the dressing table, so how could he bear to watch Qiuye sweep away?
He took out a small sachet, which contained the hair he collected Qianxun.