Sister, you miss me

The two walked side by side and came to Xiong Lie's room on the second floor. When he saw Xiong Lie, Yang Feng's heart sank, his eyes were hot, and tears were about to come out.

In just two months, Xiong Lie's skinny and bony, high-protruding cheekbones, sunken eye sockets and cheeks, his life seemed to dry up like this.

Yang Feng took two steps tightly, stepped forward and grabbed Xiong Lie's dry and cold palms, and could no longer hold back the torrent of tears: "Brother Xiong, you...what's wrong with you?"

"No...nothing?" Xiong Lie said a few words, and then panted: "It's just a terminal illness, and the days are running out."

"What terminal illness?" Yang Feng turned to look at Xiong Wei and asked, "What is the disease, why don't you call me?"

Xiong Wei cried: "Pancreatic cancer, discovered a month ago, is in the terminal stage. The hospital said, I also checked a lot of information, and they all said it was cancer among cancers."

"I said why didn't you notify me?"

"Dad won't let him, he said he can't do it again, and he said he's tired." After Xiong Wei finished speaking, she turned and ran to the window, twitching her weak shoulders.

Yang Feng's heart was depressed, there was no desire to live, and the gods could not help.

Xiong Lie gasped and said: "Xiaofeng, don't blame Xiaowei, I know that your medical skills may extend my life span for months or even a year and a half, but I am really tired. Many older brothers are waiting below. Me, and Honam..."

Brother Xiong is still thinking about Zheng Haonan, this bastard doesn't know the blessing in the blessing.

"Brother Xiong!" Yang Feng said with red eyes: "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Xiao Wei--"

"Dad--" Xiong Wei quickly wiped her tears, rushed over, knelt next to Yang Feng, and grabbed Dad's hand.

"Xiaofeng, I am lucky to know you little brother, Xiong Lie, now I am leaving, the only thing I can't worry about is Xiaowei, I think..." He was interrupted by a burst of cough.

Yang Feng and Xiong Wei rubbed their chests and patted their backs. It took half a minute for Xiong Lie to stop coughing, and a sickly flush appeared on his faces.

Yang Feng waited for Xiong Lie to lie down, biting his lip for a while, just holding his body, all he touched were cold bones!

With all his strength, Xiong Lie put his daughter's hand in Yang Feng's palm and said, "Xiao Feng, forgive me... my selfishness, please take care of me... take care of Xiao Wei."

Yang Feng looked at Xiong Lie in Tuogu, but Xiong Wei looked up at Yang Feng with tears.

"Xiao Feng..."

"I..." Yang Feng closed his eyes, tears slid out of his eyes, he knew that Xiong Lie might have gone with his promise, but how could he refuse?

"Xiao Feng..." Xiong Lie became excited.

"Brother Xiong, I promised, I must take care of Xiaowei like my sister, don't worry!"

"Okay, okay, then I can rest assured, then I can rest assured." Xiong Lie's voice gradually lowered, and his palms slid down.

"Dad—" Xiong Wei slammed on Xiong Lie's body and howled loudly.

Yang Feng took Xiong Lie's pulse, probed his breath, and patted Xiong Wei's shoulder.

Xiong Wei looked at him in surprise, Yang Feng pulled her wrist to the door, and whispered: "Brother Xiong has not left yet."

"My dad is still alive?"

"Dying."

"Then my dad..."

"Almost twenty-four hours, get ready early!"

"Big Brother Wei is ready."

Yang Feng nodded: "That's good, Xiaowei, you have to take care and take advantage of this time to take a good rest. When Brother Xiong is gone, some of you are tired."

"No!" Xiong Wei shook her head: "Before, I always thought that life was long and there was still a lot of time. Dad suddenly fell ill, and I knew that life is impermanent. Now, the time I spend with Dad is in hours. Every minute and every second, I have to accompany him, I want to accompany him through the last journey of his life."

"Xiaowei..." Yang Feng opened his arms.

"Big Brother Yang." Xiong Wei snorted and threw herself into his arms.

Xiong Wei really lost a lot of weight, Yang Feng was full of pity, and gently rubbed her hair with her palm.

Yang Feng closed his eyes and immediately recalled the bit by bit between him and Xiong Lie. The boss of Chunyang County, who was so powerful a year ago, is now exhausted, and he is about to die at any time.

A lot of things happened this year, and Yang Feng had a sense of vicissitudes.

Her chest was wet, and it was Xiong Wei's tears. The little girl was so tired, she breathed evenly, and she fell asleep in Yang Feng's arms.

Yang Feng clicked on Xiong Wei's lethargic point, hugged it horizontally, and sent it to her boudoir.

Soon, Yang Feng appeared next to Xiong Lie’s sick bed, and Xiong Wei’s words rang in her ears: I always thought that life was very long and there were many days, and my father suddenly fell ill and felt that life is impermanent...

Yang Feng felt a lot. In an instant, he thought of his adoptive father, Yang Zhantian, who had announced Leiden, especially the person in Clinton prison. He couldn't wait to see him.

After sitting quietly in front of Xiong Lie's sickbed for two hours, Yang Feng left the villa.

By the car, Yang Feng confessed to Wei Suo: "Brother Xiong should have more than ten hours, Xiaowei is asleep, don't disturb her, you arrange a spiritual brother to guard Brother Xiong, I will go first, what happens at any time contact."

"Understood." Weisso nodded, his eyes flushed.

Yang Feng patted Weissot on the shoulder, climbed onto the Grand Cherokee, and drove away.

The two girls Wang Bingqian and Qin Xue leaned together, sleeping soundly.

Along the way, Yang Feng thought a lot.

Seeing death will always make him feel negative and pessimistic. No matter how powerful a person is, he can hardly escape the fate of turning into dust. He has been exhausted all his life, and what is it for?

You must be happy in life, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.

Life is too short, should we have fun in time?

No, life must be vigorous, you can't waste your time in obscurity, and leave no regrets when you are dying.

Half an hour later, the Grand Cherokee stopped in front of the Yang's courtyard.

"Where is this?" Wang Bingqian opened her dim sleepy eyes and asked.

"Are you awake?" Yang Feng turned around, "I'm home, but do you want to send you back?"

Wang Bingqian smiled: "Grandpa is studying and communicating abroad, and I will live in your home."

Yang Feng nodded, then shook his head: "Xiaoxue still can't wake up? I don't drink too much!"

"Maybe she doesn't drink well."

"I hold her, you help lock the car."

"Ok."

Qin Xue didn't move on the way, she really slept very hard, Yang Feng put her on the bed and got her pulse, nothing happened.

Yang Feng stood up. Wang Bingqian just walked in the door, glanced at Yang Feng, and immediately exclaimed: "Xiao Feng, have you cried?"

Yang Feng nodded: "Brother Xiong is dead."

"Huh? So suddenly?"

"Terminal illness, it has only been a month since the discovery."

Wang Bingqian stepped forward and raised a hand to caress Yang Feng's side face, she said softly: "Xiao Feng, don't be sad, life is impermanent, we should cherish every moment together."

Yang Feng grabbed Wang Bingqian's hand and pressed her into his arms with the other hand, opening his mouth to cover Wang Bingqian's cherry lips.

With a soft mum, Wang Bingqian and Yang Feng eagerly kissed each other, and moved out tacitly.

A pair of young men and women desperately sucked each other's saliva, and their hands were also unreservedly searching for each other's upper body.

Finally, they came to Yang Feng's room. The two of them didn't separate along the way, and they followed the technical flow.

The clothes of the two were scattered on the ground, and the two rolled onto Yang Feng's bed. Only then did they separate their entangled lips and teeth. Both of them were panting and hot.

Wang Bingqian stared at Yang Feng with blurred eyes, and Yang Feng stared deeply at the lover under him. At this moment, Yang Feng had no desires, only love.

Anything that happens next is just an expression of love.

At this time, Wang Bingqian asked a question he thought was very important: "Will Xiaoxue wake up suddenly?"

"No." Yang Feng answered categorically.

Wang Bingqian encircled the back of Yang Feng's neck and pulled Yang Feng down forcefully. She frowned her eyebrows and raised her neck slightly: "Kiss me!"

Yang Feng bowed his head and kissed Wang Bingqian's fragrant lips. The "Zhenghu Gang" had already been left behind. At this moment, he just wanted to cherish Wang Bingqian and he would love to feel his deep love.

Just about to enter the actual combat here, Yang Feng vaguely heard a strange noise, he immediately stopped, and listened carefully, there was a sound of liquid flowing.

Is the faucet turned off?

Yang Feng immediately left Wang Bingqian and walked into the yard wearing boxer briefs.

With the light bulb on in the yard, Yang Feng suddenly saw liquid dripping in from the crack of the door, and at the same time smelled a scent of gasoline.

Yang Feng was startled, his eyes widened and shouted "Who", and immediately rushed towards the door.

There was a commotion outside the door.

Before Yang Feng could open the door, a flame burst out at his feet. He hurriedly backed away, but an engine sounded outside the door.

There was an arson!

If you are not alert yourself and discover in time, if the other party prepares enough gasoline, the consequences will be disastrous.

Yang Feng was stunned, who was so bold that he wanted to burn himself to death?

Wang Bingqian put on a piece of Yang Feng's clothes indiscriminately, walked out in a messy temple, and immediately let out an exclamation when he saw the flame.

"Don't be afraid, Qianqian, I can put it out right away, you go with Xiaoxue."

"Oh."

The gate of the courtyard is iron, and the ground is bluestone. There is really nothing to burn. It is just very depressed. It has been calculated, but I don't know who the other party is.

The iron gate quickly deformed, and Yang Feng picked up the millstone that was used as the table top and smashed it towards the courtyard gate.

The millpan is also a hundred kilograms, and Yang Feng is also ten meters away from the courtyard gate. He lifted the weight lightly, and there was a loud bang, and the door was smashed open.

Wang Bingqian was dumbfounded.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Feng saw two unlicensed Changhe Breads leaving.

Yang Feng had the intention to chase after him, but he was worried that he would be in the tune to tune the tiger away from the mountain, so he hated it.

I went out to check it out, and then walked back to the yard.

When the gasoline was burned out, the fire went out, but there was a large burnt mark.

Wang Bingqian had a complicated expression, "Xiao Feng, who are they?"

Yang Feng looked cold and shook his head: "Not sure."

Wang Bingqian frowned slightly. Lan Xinhui was smart and icy. What Yang Feng said was not "I don't know", but "Uncertain." She immediately asked, "Do you have someone to suspect?"

Yang Feng asked instead, "Xiaoxue is still asleep?"

Wang Bingqian glanced at the bed, nodded with a wry smile.

"You accompany her to rest."

"Oh." Wang Bingqian nodded obediently, really scandalous, just now the two of them were full of humanity.

Wang Bingqian's body was still wet. She took a tissue and walked to the toilet. Before she went in, she heard Yang Feng's call and her voice was harsher than ever.

"Pig Tou, you contact Xiaobao, Wei Suo, Zhang Meng, let them come to me, immediately!"

Someone set fire unexpectedly. This is the rhythm of killing the door. It's because of my own home. If only Qianqian and Xiaoxue were there... Yang Feng didn't dare to think, this time, he was really angry.