She folded the page and put it in the space button. Then she found another piece of paper and pen, sat down, and finished it in one go.

"When I was young, I left home and my boss returned. My local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded.

When children see each other but don’t recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from.”

"Feng Yun. Feng Yun. Feng Yun. Feng Yun. Feng Yun...Brother. My sister is here. My sister is here. I have not forgotten you. You are very good. You are doing well, my brother. You are very brave and strong. I am very

Proud and grateful that you are my brother and not anyone else."

"Feng Shengzhe. Feng Shengzhe. Feng Shengzhe. Feng Shengzhe. Feng Shengzhe...Son. Mom is here. Mom is here. Your father is also alive. He will come back safely. Don't be afraid. As long as you are well, we will

Be okay, no matter where you are, your parents will come back to you."

She wrote two large pieces of paper, and when she calmed down, she silently folded them and stuffed them back into the red tracing book.

"Why are you writing this? Don't you want to see them anymore and want to leave again?"

Xiao Lu felt baffled.

Feng Shu shook his head and had no explanation.

"Yuehua, I want to sleep in this room. Can you go to the living room and play?"

"good."

Yuandudiu left without saying a word and closed the door considerately.

Feng Shu immediately lay down on Feng Yun's bed.

"Hey, what are you doing? If you want to sleep, don't sleep here. I feel it. Your room is upstairs."

"Little Green."

"Um?"

"In the past, because my twin brother died at birth, but I survived, I was always resented by my parents for not being born. When I was two or three years old, my mother lost control of her emotions many times, and would become hysterical when she saw me.

He cried loudly and pointed at me and said, 'Why don't you die? Feng Jiuniang, why don't you die?'"

"Your father and your mother? Oh, are you talking about the past life? It's all in the past, don't think about it anymore, it's useless."

Xiao Lu disagreed.

"I hated my dead brother. When I was a child, I didn't know what these words meant, so even though I was very scared, I tried my best to please my father and mother.

But my memory is so good that after I finally understood how to interpret adults’ words and expressions, the scenes where my mother asked me to die made me cry myself to sleep every night.”
Chapter completed!