Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

This basement is naturally different from the execution room of the counterfeit.It's spacious and bright.There is a fist-sized luminous pearl in the middle, and the soft light gives people a sense of tranquility and peace.

And even if she fell down suddenly, Feng Qingyue didn't feel the slightest pain.Because, where she fell, it was as soft as a big sponge.Feng Qingyue got up, but found that it was a soft bed with a thickness of one meter and a width of three meters. No wonder it didn't hurt when she fell off.

Jumping off the bed, Feng Qingyue found twenty boxes, neatly placed in the corner, with a crooked moon engraved on the boxes, and the words one to twenty.

Feng Qingyue opened a box with her hands, covered her mouth in surprise, and after opening a full twenty boxes, tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably, these were tears of happiness.She is not a person who loves to cry, and it can even be said that she has never cried at all except when her mother left, but this time she really couldn't help it.

Those twenty boxes were filled with nothing but clothes.From newborn baby clothes, all the way to clothes that can grow up to 20 years old.Each piece is stitched out one by one, and the cuffs of each piece of clothing are embroidered with a crooked moon. [

Although each piece of clothing is simple in color and without extra decoration, from the rough workmanship of the first baby clothing to the impeccable perfection of the last clothing, it can be seen that she is made by a person who can't make clothes at all. , Now learning.

Those serious stitches and stitches are not enough to express the master's pure heart.

Touching the clothes one by one as if still warm, a picture appeared in my mind, a playful woman, but she couldn't hide the tenderness between her brows, she was sewing the clothes stitch by stitch, her beautiful eyes were full of peace .

At this moment, Feng Qingyue recognized this mother whom she had never met from the bottom of her heart. Although she didn't know why she didn't grow up with her, Feng Qingyue could feel that kind of deep love.

Feng Jiu'er seems to like writing very much, and there are also a few words in these boxes.However, only after a few.

When I was one year old, I was bestowed with a baby from heaven.

At the age of five, Zhong Lingyuxiu was unparalleled in the world.

At the age of ten, my family has a girl who has just grown up.

Fifteen, the beauty of the past is also the city.

Twenty, people who are not romantic are in vain for young people.

Five sentences, 35 characters, between the words, it is difficult to conceal a mother's expectation and hope for her child.Just looking at the last sentence, Feng Qingyue's eyes widened, Merry?