Mrs. General can't be messed with

Chapter 285
She frowned, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw the long box that the master left for her when she left. She walked over awkwardly, took the long box, and sat on the sofa beside her. When she opened the long box and saw the contents inside, Murong Xing's hands trembled slightly.

"This is Bai Yuxiao, it's Leng Lingfeng's Bai Yuxiao."

It was really Bai Yuxiao. Ever since Murong Qing transferred Bai Yuxiao to Murong Xing, she specially made a tassel to hang on it.

This is what she did with her own hands, how could she admit her mistake, it's true, it's true.

He held Bai Yuxiao happily, everything was not a dream, it was real.

"It turns out that everything is true, it is true."

Murong Xing picked up Bai Yuxiao's beautiful flute and played it. It was the song she hadn't finished writing 【You Lennon Me Lennon】.

The song is full of sweetness and warmth. This is the sweetness and happiness between her and Leng Lingfeng.

The sweet and happy sound of the flute immersed her in it, and everything around her was slowly changing, but she didn't know it.

It was such a piece of music that she heard in front of the hut, but now she played it, but she forgot the scene when she just crossed.

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Ancient! ! !

Xiaorou, Wuqing, and Murongqing all stood upright at the side, looking at the grave that was gradually piled up with hands holding the soil with tears in their eyes.

Every piece of soil carried Leng Lingfeng's heart. What he buried was his heart. When digging the grave, his hands were already dripping with blood, but he didn't feel it.

Xiaorou wanted to step forward to stop her, but Murongqing stopped her, motioned for Wuqing, and Wuqing understood.

"Daddy!" The ruthless and childish voice recalled Leng Lingfeng's thoughts.

Leng Lingfeng hugged Wuqing: "Xing'er, I will live well and raise Wuqing up, Xing'er thank you for leaving Wuqing behind."

Wait for me, I will find you, wait for me Xing'er, no matter where you go, I will accompany you, from heaven to heaven and down to hell.

"Father, you still have Wuqing, and Wuqing will always be with you." Wuqing was also very sad, Er Niang left, and Aunt Rou told him that the person digging Er Niang's grave in front of him was his own father.

Father and mother separated for so long because of a misunderstanding, so they forgave father mercilessly.

From now on, he will only have his father.

Leng Lingfeng embraced the ruthless, silent pain.

Star, star, my star, wait for me, wait for me!

When will this poor couple be the heads!
In addition to crying, Xiao Rou cried all the time, crying for her little sister, crying for Leng Lingfeng's affection, and crying for their fate.

The most guilty one should be Murong Qing!He didn't expect that he didn't tell that Leng Lingfeng was still alive, which made Xing'er die with hatred.

Luo'er, I still failed your great trust.

Xing'er, Uncle Huang is sorry for you.

The four of them were immersed in painful memories, unable to extricate themselves, the branches were slumped, and the fallen leaves were flying, carrying their thoughts and sadness, forming an indelible melancholy in the air.

Suddenly, there was a melodious and familiar flute sound all around. The flute sound was low and continuous, like gossamer fluttering in the wind, but it was continuous, adding to the soul-stirring meaning.

Murong Xing was immersed in the sound of his flute, and the four of them looked at the side where the flute sounded in horror, with joy and disbelief in their eyes.

That familiar face, that familiar figure, that worried person...

Apart from the strange clothes on his body, isn't that the person they think about day and night?

Leng Lingfeng stood up, let go of Wuqing, this song, this is the one written by Xing'er [You Lennon Me Lennon].

(End of this chapter)