Chapter 21 You are not dead, you are back, right?
"Feeding with the blood of both parents?"
Shang Youqing once suspected that she might have misheard, but the look in Mu Weiting's eyes was so deep and clear, without any hint of joking with her.
Shang Youqing frowned and took her little Fengchu baby from Mu Weiting.
Shang Youtuan rubbed his burnt tail feathers, shook his wings, and instinctively stumbled into Shang Youqing's arms.
It seemed as if it had just hatched and was back to the time when it was just born, feeling pain and aggrieved. Its little claws tightly grasped the corner of Shang Youqing's clothes, and it chirped softly and weakly, asking for its mother to hold it and coax it.
It was not until Shang Youqing's warm and cool healing breath poured in that Shang You felt a little better. She buried her round head with messy fur in Shang Youqing's clothes, and her little paws arched softly. Soon, she fell into Shang Youqing's arms and passed out in a daze.
Lu Jingchi, who was standing by, had just digested the conversation between his senior brothers and sisters with great difficulty. Seeing his little niece Shang You suffering from the burning pain from the failed attempt to shed her tail, his heart began to hang in his throat, and he murmured worriedly.
"How could this happen... The little phoenix needs the blood of both parents to complete its first molting, but Senior Sister can't even remember the humans she slept with. What should we do? We can't let Shang You's tail feathers continue to burn like this, it's bound to cause problems..."
Shang You glanced at him.
Lu Jingchi shut his mouth obediently, but the next second he couldn't help but bite the bullet and muttered again, "That's right, Senior Sister, you said you would go down the mountain to look for spiritual roots, so why didn't you control yourself and break the rules? Now, you don't even know who Youyou's father is. If Youyou really can't complete her first tail molting this time..."
"Jingchi." Mu Weiting interrupted him in a slightly heavy tone.
Lu Jingchi noticed the coldness on his senior sister's face, and then he realized what he had said in a moment of bluntness. He quickly made amends, "Senior sister, I don't mean to blame you. I'm just worried about Youyou--"
Shang Youqing smoothed over the little phoenix chick that was buried in his arms and trembling in pain, and finally regained some consciousness from his chaotic thoughts. He turned and looked at Mu Weiting again, "Brother, do you know something? Jingchi told me that it was you who brought me back to Wutong Mountain."
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On the other side, Yanyuan.
"feather?"
He Cong sat down on the edge of his young son's crib, picked up the few soft, snow-white feathers in the little guy's hand, and gently stroked the shapes on the feathers with his fingertips. His calm and dark eyes gradually showed subtle changes.
He Zhimo was still clinging to him, pouting and mumbling, "When I got up this morning, there were several feathers on the bed. The housekeeper said they might have fallen out of the quilt, so they changed a new quilt for me. But just now, I found new feathers while I was sleeping. Dad, where did these feathers come from?"
He Cong calmly put away the small feathers and gently rubbed his son's head with his warm hands to soothe him. "I'll ask someone to come in and check on him tomorrow morning. Momo, go to bed first?"
Young Master He looked up at his father's stern face, and for some reason, he couldn't help but make a clingy request: "I want Dad to tell me a story tonight to put me to sleep."
He Cong always responded to his youngest son's requests, so he naturally agreed and said "yes".
After the little guy lay down obediently and covered himself with the quilt, he picked up a storybook from the bedside table beside him, sat calmly on the edge of the bed, and read the story from the picture book in a low and gentle voice to coax the little guy to sleep.
The young master closed his eyes contentedly, holding He Cong's slender hand with his two little hands, counting the Buddhist beads on his father's wrist and listening to his father's sleep stories, and finally fell into a sound sleep.
After seeing the cub sleeping soundly, He Cong slowly closed the storybook in his hand.
He gently pulled his hands out of the little guy's two soft hands, and put the little guy's hands back into the soft quilt.
Then, she slowly brushed away the messy hair that was pressing on the little face, leaned over and adjusted the night light to a soft light suitable for sleeping, ensuring that the little one could sleep soundly, and then she quietly retreated from the small room.
He Cong did not go back to the house to sleep directly, but went up to the attic on the top floor of the main house, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and the soft yellow light came on. He Cong walked through the many galleries and came to the studio at the end.
On the neat and clean wall of the studio, there is a feather pendant with a beaded curtain.
He Cong walked over, picked up the feather pendant and looked at it, then took out the few small feathers that He Zhimo had shown him not long ago from his coat pocket.
Compare it carefully with the feather pendants on the studio wall.
They both had snow-white, fluffy down feathers, and the feather root structure was soft and slender. The only difference was that the feathers the cub showed him were thin and small, while the feathers on the studio wall were relatively long and dense.
This is also a secret that no one knows.
During the last year he was imprisoned in Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, Fuying personally weaved many beautiful feather items for him.
He was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time. Due to the effects of long-term drug injections, He Cong became confused in memory and behaved foolishly for a long time.
Especially at night, I always have bloody and terrifying nightmares. Every time I have to hug Fuying tightly to fall asleep. Sometimes when I wake up the next day, there will always be some beautiful feathers on the bed.
Fuying has a habit of collecting beautiful feathers. Every time he does rehabilitation training, as long as he works hard to get full marks, Fuying will use these beautiful feathers to weave a small gift for him as a reward.
In order to get Fuying's reward, He Cong put in his best effort in every rehabilitation training and tried his best to get full marks.
Later, when Fuying brought him back to the He family, He Cong carefully kept those feather objects one by one, until Fuying destroyed them all herself when she was pregnant with He Zhimo.
The only feather pendant left today was found by He Cong from Pingzhuang Mental Hospital and brought back to Yanyuan.
At this moment, He Cong stared at the feathers, which were basically the same shape as down feathers except for the size of the feathers. A violent and repressed factor gradually surged in his black eyes.
"You're not dead...you're back...right?"
He Cong clutched the young feathers and murmured gloomily.
right.
Fuying was not dead at all.
She is back.
They secretly ran back to see their children and accidentally left some feathers behind.
Because she was afraid that he was still angry with her and refused to forgive her, she didn't dare to appear in front of him or come to see him again.
Yes, that must be it.
The veins on He Cong's wrists bulged from the strain, and he ignored the ebony Buddhist beads pressing against his wrist joints.
He strode straight down to the first floor and woke up the housekeeper Chen, who had already returned to the annex building to rest, to check the surveillance cameras in Yanyuan.
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