Ode to the Dragon

As dusk approached, Zhou lie and his wife were busy in the kitchen after they had cleaned up the house.

Liu minglan is still the chef, and Yun MuQing and Chu Feng help him, while Zhou Ying takes many flowers with her. They blink their eyes smartly and are ready to steal at any time -

six dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables. The dinner is very rich.

This is the family's first reunion dinner in Yanjing. It is very enjoyable and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Memories said: "a few days, it's like a few weeks of drinking wine."

"Rou Mei's death day is coming."

Chu Feng puts down his chopsticks, looks far away, and nods -

Ye Qingwen, his mother's name.

Cold, the coldest and worst day of the year, after the cold, spring flowers bloom, Wanfu recovery.

But his mother, however, has never been able to survive this day, and has never been able to see the scene of flowers blooming in spring with her own eyes -

Yun MuQing clenched Chu Feng's hand, bringing a trace of warmth, and said in a soft voice, "I have agreed with Chu Feng, and when the Zhou family meeting is over, I will go to worship my aunt with him."

"That's great." Liu Ming LAN holding blossoms, full of relief, said: "Rou Mei see you married, a happy family, she will be happy under the spring."

Chu Feng's eyes miss her and looks out the window at the scenery. The white clouds are floating, just like her mother's quiet and gentle face, full of tenderness and love -

she has been away from her for 20 years, and now she looks back as if it was yesterday.

Zhou lie coughed twice, looked at Chu Feng, and asked cautiously: "Xiao Feng, do you want to go back to Chu Wang Fu to have a look recently? Anyway, it's your home after all. Wang Ye is --"

"I'm full, mom and Dad, take your time."

Chu Feng's face is cold. He just puts down his chopsticks and turns away.

"Brother --" Zhou Ying called with her mouth.

Cloud Mu Qingmei's eyes looked away, and she was full of heartache. Chu Feng had always been resolute and upright. At this time, he was so lonely and lonely -

"Oh, old man, you really can't open any pot!" Liu minglan was so angry that he poked Zhou lie's head, "you don't know what character Xiaofeng has. From childhood to adulthood, he is most taboo to mention the Lord and the Chu family."

"It's hard enough for the child to go back to his hometown now. How can you stimulate him --"

Zhou lie shrunk his head and muttered, "I'm also good for him. Father and son can't be so old that they don't communicate with each other forever and become enemies --"

the atmosphere at the scene became oppressive and silent.

Zhou lie sighed deeply, holding a cigarette bag in his mouth. It seemed that he had gone back to the bloody "national war" 20 years ago. He was covered with corpses, surrounded by flames of war and besieged in all directions.

"Lord, if you give me your son, I will live up to people's expectations, take him out of the siege, and bring him up -"

"but there are so many people in the folk. For the safety of my son, I'd better change his name."

The burly man in front of him pondered for a moment and looked at him: "it's Chu Feng."

"In my life, I have carried too much, promised too much, and failed more people -"

"I wish him a peaceful, comfortable and free life."

Before his words, the burly man turned and left, determined and proud.