Mr. Feng paused and looked back at him.

A few seconds later, Mr. Feng snarled and said: "What a pity, you can only be my son in this life."

After saying that, he ignored Feng Qin again, got in the car, and drove away.

Feng Qin lowered his head and stared at the ground, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Jiang Lan grabbed his arm and looked at him worriedly.

After a long time, Feng Qin slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Lan. Under the faint light, his face was particularly pale.

It seemed that in just a few minutes, he became haggard.

There was a flash of wounded light in his eyes and a hint of helplessness. He stared at Jiang Lan, opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

Jiang Lan tightened his hand with his arm, as if comforting him.

Feng Qin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He broke free from Jiang Lan's hand and spoke hoarsely: "I'm fine."

He seemed to be holding back his crying voice, so he sounded particularly hoarse and had a strong nasal sound.

Feng Qin raised his foot and walked towards the cage. He paused before approaching the cage and had no courage to get closer.

Jiang Lan was with him, and she plucked up the cages. When she got closer, she saw the dogs in the cages, all lying in them.

Just like falling asleep, Jiang Lan stretched out a finger and poked a golden retriever's head, cold and stiff, and did not respond.

Her eyes flashed. The last time she approached death close to the distance was when Grandpa Lu passed away.

When Grandpa Lu first passed away, he seemed to fall asleep, which was no different from the way he usually basked in the sun in the yard.

The only difference is that after closing his eyes that time, he never opened his eyes again.

So much so that for a long time later, Jiang Lan felt empty when he saw familiar places, familiar things and familiar rocking chairs.

Only when the person who should have appeared but did not appear, the feeling of regret and loss in his heart slowly surged up like a thin needle, inadvertently pierced his heart.

It is through this accumulated loss that she realized the meaning of death and understood what the separation of life and death brought about.

Whether it is a human or an animal, as long as there is life and can produce interactive life, no matter how long it takes, there will be emotions.

What's more, Feng Qin has taken care of them for so long and has a deeper relationship.

Feng Qin also plucked up his courage and walked over. He seemed to have been mentally accurate. He raised his hand to open the cage and turned on the light at the top of the shed.

In an instant, all the cages were exposed to the light, and the tragic situation in the cage was revealed.

Feng Qin trembled and stretched out his hand, touched the Husky in front of him, "29..."

Jiang Lan was a little surprised.

A tear fell from his eyes and he said with a sob: "This is the 29th animal I adopted. I was so rude that I would fill the base."

"From one row to one thousand, it must be very majestic."

Feng Qin said, laughing bitterly, "I remember all their names and can tell everything they look like."

"They will never think of it, but they will die because of me in the end."

"They must have been desperate just now, and must have been waiting for me to save them. Why don't I drive quickly..."

"If I had been quicker, they wouldn't have died."

Feng Qin said the more he became more and more broken. He gradually bent his back, grabbed the iron railing with both hands, and was almost kneeling on the ground.

Jiang Lan stood beside him in silence, feeling equally heavy.

She hesitated, reached out and landed on his back, patting his reserves with comfort.

In the past, this was what Lu Jingchi did when he coaxed her.

She touched Feng Qin's back with her fingers, and trembled under her fingers, and she also felt the pain he endured and helpless.

He must be very sad now.
Chapter completed!