After doing this action, Feng Yin realized that he should have wanted to throw himself into his father's arms. How could he react like this?

She carefully poked her head out of her mother's arms and looked at her father secretly.

It happened to be facing the eyes of my father, who was smiling at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

It seemed as if he had known that his daughter would peek at her, and the man's eyes were full of love.

Feng Yin only felt her little face was so hot that she was too shy.

Before she could react, my father's big hand had been put on her armpit at some point, and the next moment, a cheerful voice rang out: "Hahaha... good girl, dad is holding you."

Immediately afterwards, my father's fingers tickled, and his armpits were itchy.

Feng Yin was so itchy that she wanted to laugh: "…hehehe…”

"Feng Yin?"

A familiar voice came from his ears, and Feng Yin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The man slightly slapped on the quilt.

Feng Yin blinked her eyes and her body moved, and the man's voice rang out in time: "What dream did you have? You smile so happily?"

"call--"

Listening to Zhang Yiming's curious inquiry, Feng Yin exhaled gently, with a little loss in her tone: "I dreamed of the time I spent with my parents in childhood."

Zhang Yiming's hand slapped her on her pauses slightly, and then returned to the original rhythm: "That must be a very pleasant and happy time."

"Um."

Feng Yin replied softly, "Brothers and mothers are both extremely beautiful, and they are also very nice. They hold, spoil and love me, like jewelry."

...

The main house was quiet for a long time.

Even Zhang Yiming didn't know how to comfort the women around him at this moment.

He could feel that the happier life was when he was young, the more unbearable the later experiences she had.

The man moved his body and reached out to hold her into his arms with the quilt.

Her big hands gently stroked her back and accompanied her silently, making her feel better.

Feng Yin was nestled in the man's not generous arms, but she unconsciously remembered the generous and comfortable arms of her childhood, and the corners of her eyes were wet at some point.

"I want to take revenge."

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Yin calmed down the tears in her eyes and spoke these four words firmly.

The voice floated out of the man's arms, dull, but with an unrefutable momentum.

Zhang Yiming's hand that was stroking her back paused slightly before whispering: "Then you have to find the person who brought you out first to understand what happened back then."

"They should be not far from us."

Feng Yin looked up from his arms, his voice still low, "Where do you think you can hide the most and not far from us?"

Zhang Yiming lowered his head and his lips fell on her forehead inadvertently.

Both of them were stiff, and then the man left her forehead as if nothing had happened and whispered: "It would be nice to support me around tomorrow."

Feng Yin was stunned for a moment and instantly understood his intention.

She nodded vigorously: "Okay, it's time for you to go down to the ground and move slowly."

It's already March, and it's a little warmer.

There were already green and velvety weeds in the fields, which looked much more angry than when they first came.

Feng Yin was wearing a thinner jacket and supported Zhang Yiming and walked slowly in the fields.

Behind him was a feces pushing a wheelchair away.

In order to avoid being unable to go out to breathe, Zhang Yiming specially drew this and asked his eldest son to help him during the rest.

After being pushed away from the village, Zhang Yiming said that he remembered to walk by himself, so Feng Yin asked the feces who were helping with the work to help him watch.
Chapter completed!