In the evening, at the dinner table at Lao Zhou's house, even though Li Suhua tried her best, Feng Yue was still not in a high mood for eating, so she just took a small bowl and said she was full.

Put down the bowl, take off your shoes, sit on the kang, lean on the window sill with your hands, look out the window at the gorgeous fireworks that occasionally explode in the sky, and the sound of firecrackers that come into the house from outside the window, your eyes are filled with longing.

and yearning.

Zhou Rong's face changed slightly, and she was about to have an attack, but was stopped by Feng Huacheng next to her.

Li Suhua, on the other hand, had no scruples. She frowned, a little worried, and asked with concern, "Yueyue, why do you only eat so much?"

Feng Yue's gaze was still outside the window, "I ate too many dumplings at noon and I have no appetite."

"Forget it if you have no appetite. Grandma will make a bowl of dumplings and steam them on the stove later. You can eat them when you are hungry." Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng stayed in Yanjing all year round. Li Suhua obviously cared more about Feng Yue.

"Yes!" Feng Yue responded softly, stood up and took off the schoolbag on the cabinet behind him, took out a book from it, sat on the edge of the bed, and read through the light of the incandescent lamp.

"Mom, don't spoil her too much!" Zhou Rong was a little unhappy about Li Suhua's doting on Feng Yue.

Li Suhua didn't say anything, just silently picked up a bowl of dumplings, took off the kettle from the stove, put on a small steamer, and put the bowl of dumplings in the steamer to heat up, so that Feng Yue could have them no matter when he was hungry at night.

Eat hot dumplings.

Zhou Rong wanted to say something more, but Feng Huacheng stopped her again. After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Rong did not continue.

Zhou Zhigang lowered his head, a little lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is no TV in Lao Zhou's house, let alone a color TV, not even a black and white TV. It's not that Zhou Bingyi can't afford it, but it's just that no one is here at all. Li Suhua only comes over every two days to clean and furnish the house.

It's not well ventilated, and even if I bought a TV, no one would watch it, and the public security has not been very good in recent years. If you leave such a valuable thing like a TV at home, and no one is home all the time, you might as well have something happen to it.

After dinner, Li Suhua took Zhou Rong to chat. Feng Huacheng and Feng Yue looked at the "Bright Sword" in Feng Yue's hand and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Yueyue likes to read this type of book?"

Feng Yue did not nod or shake her head, but she could feel her father's attempt to get close to her.

"It's okay." Feng Yue replied indifferently. Although he could feel it, Feng Yue still had complaints about his parents in his heart.

Feng Huacheng smiled and said, "Your uncle is a very talented person. I have read basically all the books he wrote. His writing is simple and straightforward, without any fancy rhetoric, but he is still humorous. Xiao Yi

It's a small word to show great justice, and even our library has included it."

"Really?" Feng Yue turned to look at Feng Huacheng, with surprise and pride that could not be hidden on her face.

But even with this pride, Feng Huacheng felt uncomfortable.

But he still forced out a smile that was not so forced, "Of course it's true."

The smile on Feng Yue's face became even brighter, as bright as a flower blooming in the sun.

Feng Huacheng suddenly felt a surge of sourness in his heart, as if he had taken a big sip of vinegar, and at the same time he was actually a little jealous.

Jealous of Wang Zhong, jealous of the bright smile and pride on his daughter's face, which actually appeared when talking about Wang Zhong.

The father and daughter just started chatting about the unsung heroes of Changjin Lake, the fighting skills learned from the stage by Li Da in the "Eternal Number", the spirit of daring to show the sword to the enemy in "Drawing the Sword"...

Feng Yue, who was originally a bit taciturn, suddenly started talking more.

Feng Huacheng felt sad and happy at the same time.

As he spoke, Feng Yue suddenly waved to Feng Huacheng. Feng Huacheng leaned forward slightly. Feng Yue said in a low voice, "Actually, my favorite is the book "The Great Desolation" written by my uncle recently."

""Prehistoric"?" Feng Huacheng asked doubtfully. The name didn't sound like the War of Resistance, nor did it sound like traditional prose.

Feng Yue said with a smile, "My uncle hid it well and said he would show it to us after it was completely finalized, but I still secretly saw a little bit of Pangu opening up the world, one breath transforming into three pure beings, his body transforming into heaven and earth, his pupils reflecting the sun and moon, Hongjun

Cooperate with the way of heaven, three thousand guests from the purple sky, Nuwa repairs the blue sky, the war between the lich and the witch begins, the dragon and the phoenix..."

Listening to all the familiar yet unfamiliar things in his daughter's mouth, Feng Huacheng vaguely felt that a grand world picture was slowly unfolding. While he was curious, he was also extremely shocked.

From the information revealed in his daughter's words, Feng Huacheng could feel that Wang Zhong seemed to have connected all the mythical stories of the Chinese country together, forming an extremely magnificent mythical world.

However, Feng Yue only stood aside and peeked a little while Wang Zhong was writing. Wang Zhong was still keeping the truly detailed content secret.

But this was so shocking to Feng Huacheng.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Feng Yue couldn't bear it anymore and dozed off. After sitting on the kang, he fell asleep on the table. There was nothing he could do. It was really boring in the light of writing. If this happened in

Over in the courtyard, Zheng Juanneng and Zhou Cong stayed up all night playing.

With the help of Li Suhua, Feng Huacheng carefully carried Feng Yue into the house.

Late at night, everything is quiet.

Feng Huacheng lay sideways on the bed, with his hands under his head. Looking at Feng Yue, who was sleeping soundly between the couple, his heart was enveloped by an inexplicable warmth. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, showing a happy smile.

.

The same goes for Zhou Rong opposite.

Due to various reasons, the two tacitly chose not to have children. Now Feng Huacheng is over fifty, Zhou Rong is forty, and their only daughter Feng Yue is fifteen years old.

But the time the couple spends reunited with their daughter is pitiful.

At the same time, the big kang in the outhouse was so hot and warm that the cold couldn't get close at all.

The old couple was lying on the bed, thinking about the words they heard in the afternoon and the deserted home today. Zhou Zhigang felt mixed emotions in his heart and could not fall asleep for a long time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Suhua did not have these messy thoughts and fell asleep after lying down for a while.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the kitchen lights came on. Li Suhua got up early to prepare breakfast and poured the water that had been boiled in the kettle all night into a thermos.

Zhou Zhigang couldn't sleep all night. After being awakened by the sound of Li Suhua getting up, he couldn't sleep anymore and simply got up.

After a while, there was movement from the back room.

Li Suhua originally thought it was Feng Huacheng or Zhou Rong, but unexpectedly it was Feng Yue.

The little girl stood on tiptoes, carefully opened the curtain and walked out. When she saw Li Suhua, she quickly said hello, "Good morning, grandma!"

"What are you doing up so early in this cold weather?"

"I'm not yet an uncle, but I wake up at this time every day, which makes me unable to sleep at this time."

"Everyone has a biological clock now." Feng Yue complained with a flat mouth.

"Biological clock?" Li Suhua asked curiously, "What is a biological clock?"

"It's just that when the time comes every day, I wake up by myself without anyone calling me."

Li Suhua smiled and said, "This is a good thing. You go wash your face first, and I will comb your hair when grandma is done."

"No need grandma, I can do it myself."

Zhou Zhigang, who heard the sound, also came out of the house.

"Grandpa!" Feng Yue greeted him obediently.

Brushing her teeth, practicing, combing her hair and braiding her hair, Feng Yue's skills were so skillful that she usually did it by herself.

After a while, Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong also got up. Feng Yue had already combed two braids for herself and placed them on her front shoulders. Breakfast was served on the table, including pumpkin porridge with meat buns, dumplings and pickles made yesterday,

The key is Feng Yue’s favorite sticky bean buns.

It's quite rich.

Feng Yue ate two dumplings, two sticky bean buns, and drank a small bowl of porridge. Then she hurriedly wiped her mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks, went into the house, picked up her backpack, and put on her coat, scarf, and woolen hat.

,Gloves.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Rong quickly called her out, "Why are you going so early in the morning?"

"Go to my uncle's house!"

Feng Yue said matter-of-factly, "My cousin and I have made an appointment to go skating together today. My skates are all at my uncle's house. I have to go and meet them first."

"Why didn't I listen to you yesterday?" Zhou Rong frowned.

"You didn't even ask!" Feng Yue said confidently.

Seeing that Zhou Rong's face looked a little unhappy, Feng Huacheng on the side said quickly, "Since we have made an appointment, let's go quickly. We can't break the appointment and let others go."

"Grandma! Grandpa! Dad! Mom! Then I'm leaving!" As he said that, he opened the curtain, opened the door, and jumped out, looking as cheerful as he wanted.

Li Suhua warned, "Be careful on the road. The road is slippery in the snow, so walk slowly."

"I know, grandma!" The voice became more and more distant.

"I haven't seen her so happy in the past few days." Seeing her daughter in high spirits and looking forward to going out, Zhou Rong murmured in a sour voice.

The contrast with yesterday was so strong that Zhou Rong even felt that the breakfast carefully prepared by Li Suhua was not that delicious.

"Okay!" Li Suhua looked at Zhou Rong's face, shook her head helplessly, and said, "You keep a straight face in front of your child all day long, it's strange that the child can be happy."

Feng Huacheng immediately acted like an ostrich. In his opinion, as long as his daughter can be happy, going out to play is fine.

Zhou Zhigang didn't say anything and just ate his meal quietly.

Without Feng Yue, the house suddenly felt empty.

At night, it was almost getting dark, but Feng Yue hadn't come back yet. Even Li Suhua was a little anxious.

Just as they were planning to go look for Wang Zhong's house, suddenly there was the sound of a car outside the courtyard.

A few people were wondering when they heard voices coming from outside.
To be continued...