These days, this question has been echoing in Jia Zhaoyang's heart. He couldn't figure it out, so he kept secretly observing it. On weekdays, he could not touch this girl named Xue Lianyi. Today, he came to the cave of Wangmu Mountain. It was a coincidence, but he didn't expect to hear the content of her chatting with the little girl next to him.

The heavenly race, the mysterious mirror of heaven and earth.

Jia Zhaoyang's heartbeat was so hard that he seemed to have finally found the reason why Xiao Fengqi could find it here.

He naturally heard the legend of the Tianren and Xuan Jing. Many teahouse storytellers use this as the theme to compile stories. Who would have thought that it was true? It actually exists?

Jia Zhaoyang narrowed his eyes, hiding behind the tree, feeling the mountain wind blowing on his face.

He knew that he was sick, had a crazy disease, and had a lovesick girl Qin.

Things that night always echoed in his mind, thinking that pain was once and again. Why did she choose that silver-faced boy when she was so desperate that day? Why didn’t you choose him? If you choose him, even if you try your best, he will protect her...

Miss Qin...

She already knew her identity, and she even knew the identities of Xiao Hongyu and Xiao Fengqi, but the more she did, the less she wanted to give up...

I never want to give up in my life.

Even if Miss Qin doesn't accept him, hates him, he wants to stay with her.

This thought echoed in his mind day by day, making him unable to sleep or eat.

He stared at Xue Lianyi's back, and his eyes gradually calmed down...

......

Since Xiao Fengqi became sensible, he has not cried much because no one will protect him and everything depends on himself. Crying is the most incompetent manifestation.

Over the years, I have only endured the pain and the pain.

What is crying? He almost forgot.

But he fell in love with someone and shed tears for his whole life.

Looking at the small grave, Xiao Fengqi stretched out his hand and spread it apart bit by bit. The stone cut his hand, but it seemed as if he couldn't feel any pain.

His son, his son and Qin Zhen...

Buried in this wilderness.

He didn't want to take the child away.

He also wants to see his son...

Even though it is such a hot day, it may have been...

However, he didn't care, he just wanted to see his child, which was almost July and had already taken shape.

Whether he is crazy or sick, he wants to see his son...

Over the past few days, the small grave pile is no longer soft like the soil at the beginning, but is very hard. He didn't even use external forces to spread it open little by little with his hands. When his fingers were bloody, it didn't matter, it was cut, it didn't matter...

Soon the small pit became deeper and deeper, and he finally saw a wooden box with a corner exposed.

The box is not big and placed on his child, which shows that his child should be very small when he was born.

He speeded up his movements and finally revealed the full picture of the wooden box.

Xiao Fengqi took out the wooden box almost tremblingly, and his hands seemed to have taken off their strength, one drop, two drops, three drops...

Tears hit the box, wetting the soil on it.

He held the box tightly in his arms.

This is his son, a small, slightly rough box, which was regarded as his coffin.

Xiao Fengqi gritted her teeth and held it tightly, so she did not whimper, but she couldn't help but tears no matter what.

His children...
Chapter completed!