Yuan Qingling had to coax her first and then sat down to sew the pillow.
The oil on the pillow was so hard that it was difficult to pierce it with needle and thread. The cotton inside was slightly greenish-black and dirty.
She sat directly on the ground and watched happily as Yuan Qingling helped her sew the pillow. When she looked at the pillow, there was maternal doting in her eyes. She looked at it with her hands in the air. Yuan Qingling's needle was heavy.
Sometimes, she would take a deep breath, as if she was afraid of hurting the baby.
Yuan Qingling looked up at her and smiled softly at her. She smiled shyly and reached out to touch the pillow, "My child, it's mine."
"Yes, I know!" Yuan Qingling felt very sad and slowly mended the entire pillow, moving as slowly as possible, hoping to find a chance to sit with her for a while and say a few more words.
She was very excited, everything she had imagined before could come true.
The great revenge of Leng Fengqing and Fourth Master can be avenged, and their mother and son will be reunited, a true reunion.
Thinking like this, her smile became more and more gentle. Perhaps this smile was so warm that Leng Fengqing didn't have the slightest bit of guard against her, and even moved a little closer to her, and even stopped staring at her.
The pillow was handed over to Yuan Qingling with real confidence.
This pillow has been her treasure for the past thirty years and the only pillar of her survival. But she is willing to let it go a little, which shows her trust in Yuan Qingling.
This may be due to Yuan Qingling's previous awareness that telepathy is really mysterious.
After Yuan Qingling mended the pillow, he handed it to her. She happily took it, hugged it tightly in her arms, and smiled at Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling looked at her dirty black skin and her innocent smile, and felt her heart aching, and couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Yuan Qingling wanted to try to comb her hair, but she still avoided it and hid on a chair outside the house, still looking like what she saw when Yuan Qingling arrived just now.
Yuan Qingling did not dare to try to contact her anymore. She just sat on the ground with her and looked at her silently, feeling both happy and heartbroken.
Rapid footsteps sounded, and before Yuan Qingling raised her head, Leng Fengqing became nervous, hugging the pillow tightly and raising her hostile eyes.
Fourth Master and Yu Wenhao, dressed in white, arrived. They stood on the path and did not come down immediately.
The Fourth Master's head was raised slightly, his messy hair was blown by the wind, and he was also a bit obsessed. His lips were trembling, and he looked at Leng Fengqing with red eyes.
There were more and more tears in his eyes, blurring his vision.
He was running up quickly, still out of breath, and his chest was rising and falling. He didn't know whether it was due to hurry or emotional excitement. He took a step forward on his toes and then settled down again.
Leng Fengqing also looked at him, turning her head, showing a hint of confusion.
Yuan Qingling thought that the Fourth Master would approach her cautiously, but in the next moment, the Fourth Master suddenly strode forward. Leng Fengqing was so frightened that she jumped up and tried to hide in the house. The Fourth Master quickly grabbed her by the arm.
Her arms and pillow fell to the ground. While she was shocked and angry, Fourth Master held her tightly in his arms. His whole body was shaking with excitement, and tears rolled down his face, no longer suppressed.
Leng Fengqing started to panic. When she saw the pillow on the ground, she roared. She struggled out her hands and hit him on the head with all her strength. She slapped him on the head one after another with such madness that she gritted her teeth. Yuan Qing
Ling saw the red marks on Fourth Master's face and ears, and wanted to dissuade him, but Yu Wenhao pulled him away, and shook his head at her with a sad look in his eyes. Yuan Qing Ling threw herself into Yu Wenhao's arms and burst into tears.
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Leng Fengqing couldn't open him up, so she pounced on him and bit his shoulder. The crazy man was very strong. He bit down with such force that she trembled all over. Obsessive madness spread wantonly in her eyes. She
He raised his head and bit down on Fourth Master's neck again. Blood immediately overflowed from between his teeth.
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, staring at her face longingly, seeing 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!"
The Fourth Master slowly knelt in front of her and watched her gently caressing the pillow with her fingertips. Tears blurred his eyes again. He tried hard to suppress the sadness in his heart and called out hoarsely, "Mother!"
Leng Fengqing froze, as if still for a while, and 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 infatuatedly.
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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. She tilted her head sideways, 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 said more loudly 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 made from the crazy beating just now. 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?"