Feng Lintian lowered his head and thought about it. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say a word of rejection. As long as he thought of the man's sad eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Okay." Feng Lintian remembered that he said, but when she came to her senses, the man was already in the carriage, and the direction they were heading was Yanlong City where the Dongfang family was.

It took several days to arrive at the Dongfang family. Feng Lintian came here, so the servants of the Dongfang family met him and knew that they were the young master's friend, so they hurriedly brought the person in.

When he entered, Dongfang Shuo was chatting with the head of the Dongfang family. When he heard the news about Feng Lintian, he was a little confused and didn't know what to do at this time.

Despite the doubts, Dongfang Shuo still walked out. Seeing Huangfu Yi and his wife, Dongfang Shuo was even more confused.

"Lintian, did something happen when you come here? By the way, have you returned to Feng's house?" Seeing Feng Lintian, Dongfang Shuo remembered that he was going back too. Could it be that something happened there, right?

When he thought of this possibility, Dongfang Shuo looked Feng Lintian up and down worriedly, fearing that something would happen to him.

Dongfang Shuo's concern made Feng Lintian warm and complicated: "I'm fine, what can I do with Ziyue, Shuo... Where is your uncle?"

Dongfang Shuo looked at Feng Lintian in confusion, not understanding why he was looking for his uncle and had such a strange tone.

Dongfang Shuo's uncle was named Dongfang Yan. He didn't know much about that uncle Dongfang Shuo because he didn't like people to enter his yard, even his grandfather. He just heard from his father that because something happened to his aunt, his child was gone for birth. Not only did he become a motionless waste person, so his personality became so strange.

"What's the matter with me?" Dongfang Shuo looked at him and asked curiously.

After grabbing his hair, Feng Lintian didn't know what to say, so he could only say vaguely: "You will know then." He couldn't say that I might be your uncle's son, right? He said this guy didn't tear him down.

Dongfang Shuo grabbed his hair, sighed and said, "I can't guarantee that my uncle will meet you."

Feng Lintian nodded and followed Dongfang Shuo's body towards a elegant yard.

When he got there, he stood at the door, Feng Lintian saw the man from last year. He was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the flowers in the yard motionlessly.

Suddenly, Feng Lintian's pupils shrank, and he remembered that these flowers were all loved by his mother. There were many such flowers in their yard. Every time he saw those flowers, he would be very happy and happy. He didn't understand why at the beginning, but now it seems that it was entirely because of this man.

When Old Lady Qi saw the man's back, she suddenly took out an iron box and handed it to Feng Lintian: "Tian'er, go."

Feng Lintian held the box in his hand tightly, not knowing what he wanted to say to this person in the past.

"Go out." As soon as he walked behind Dongfang Yan, a cold voice came from his heart. His coldness came from his bones, the coldness of losing all despair.

Seeing him like this, Feng Lintian didn't know what to say, but just walked to the front and handed over the box in his hand. Dongfang Yan was very unhappy that someone had disturbed him, but when he saw the box, he was trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe he could still see this thing.

Dongfang Yan couldn't handle it, so he could only turn his head to look at Feng Lintian: "How could you have this? Where is she?"

Feng Lintian grabbed his hair and said, "This was given to me by Grandma Qi. My mother passed away when I was seven years old."

"You said... she was dead?" Dongfang Yan looked at Feng Lintian and murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of pain, and suddenly became a little excited, and he fell to the ground. Seeing him like this, Feng Lintian quickly threw away the box in his hand and helped the person up.

Dongfang Yan looked at Feng Lintian: "Get out."

He can still hold on for the past few years because he has an obsession in his heart that she is not dead. Now that he has seen the things of the two of them, the news he has received is indeed dead. How can he accept this and how should he accept it?

Feng Lintian didn't know how to comfort this man, so he could only watch him and let him vent his anger.

Grandma Qi glanced at the man, walked up to him and said, "You won't forget the child in the lady's belly, are you?"

Dongfang Yan looked up at Grandma Qi with confusion in his eyes, then turned his head suddenly to look at Feng Lintian: "Do you think he is my son?"

How could this be possible? After suffering such severe trauma, how could their child still be alive? And he grew up so old? Besides, this child belongs to the Feng family.

Old Mrs. Qi naturally knew why the shock in his eyes was for. Indeed, it was a miracle that the child could still live after being injured so seriously.

"This is what the lady told me. She always thought you were gone because of this child, so she could hold on forever." As soon as she thought of Wan Yiyunxu, Old Mrs. Qi couldn't help feeling distressed.

Dongfang Yan looked up at Feng Lintian and suddenly laughed. While laughing, even tears fell. Dongfang Shuo looked at him from afar and was worried about what was wrong with him, so he hurriedly ran in.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Dongfang Shuo quickly looked at Dongfang Yan up and down, afraid that something would happen to him.

Dongfang Yan shook his head and looked at his nephew in front of him: "I'm fine."

Dongfang Shuo didn't care much about Dongfang Yan's cold attitude. After all, his novels have been like this for many years, and it's good to hear his laughter.

"Child, tell me how your mother died." He remembered this after being happy.

Now Dongfang Shuo was even more confused, and his uncle asked Lin Tian what his mother was doing.

Feng Lintian was silent for a moment, as if he was considering whether to say it. It was not until he saw the expectation in Dongfang Yan's eyes that he spoke: "My mother was framed by the Feng family and buried alive." When he said this again, Feng Lintian's voice did not fluctuate much, as if something had nothing to do with him.

Dongfang Yan had thought about the various possibilities of Wan Yiyunxu's death, but he had never thought about this one. He looked at Feng Lintian blankly and asked in disbelief: "Buried alive?"

"Well, I was buried alive in front of me." Feng Lintian said in a daze, as if he had seen the scene at that time. At that time, he begged Feng Bo not to hurt his mother, but Feng Bo looked at him with disgust. Now it seems that Feng Bo does not like his mother. It is only when he meets her mother, seeing her temperament and dressing up and finally she says her name, Feng Bo will take her back. Feng Lintian lowered his head and thought about it. He really wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say a word of rejection. As long as he thinks of the man's sad eyes, he can't say anything to refuse.

"Okay." Feng Lintian remembered that he said, but when she came to her senses, the man was already in the carriage, and the direction they were heading was Yanlong City where the Dongfang family was.

It took several days to arrive at the Dongfang family. Feng Lintian came here, so the servants of the Dongfang family met him and knew that they were the young master's friend, so they hurriedly brought the person in.

When he entered, Dongfang Shuo was chatting with the head of the Dongfang family. When he heard the news about Feng Lintian, he was a little confused and didn't know what to do at this time.

Despite the doubts, Dongfang Shuo still walked out. Seeing Huangfu Yi and his wife, Dongfang Shuo was even more confused.

"Lintian, did something happen when you come here? By the way, have you returned to Feng's house?" Seeing Feng Lintian, Dongfang Shuo remembered that he was going back too. Could it be that something happened there, right?

When he thought of this possibility, Dongfang Shuo looked Feng Lintian up and down worriedly, fearing that something would happen to him.

Dongfang Shuo's concern made Feng Lintian warm and complicated: "I'm fine, what can I do with Ziyue, Shuo... Where is your uncle?"

Dongfang Shuo looked at Feng Lintian in confusion, not understanding why he was looking for his uncle and had such a strange tone.

Dongfang Shuo's uncle was named Dongfang Yan. He didn't know much about that uncle Dongfang Shuo because he didn't like people to enter his yard, even his grandfather. He just heard from his father that because something happened to his aunt, his child was gone for birth. Not only did he become a motionless waste person, so his personality became so strange.

"What's the matter with me?" Dongfang Shuo looked at him and asked curiously.

After grabbing his hair, Feng Lintian didn't know what to say, so he could only say vaguely: "You will know then." He couldn't say that I might be your uncle's son, right? He said this guy didn't tear him down.

Dongfang Shuo grabbed his hair, sighed and said, "I can't guarantee that my uncle will meet you."

Feng Lintian nodded and followed Dongfang Shuo's body towards a elegant yard.

When he got there, he stood at the door, Feng Lintian saw the man from last year. He was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the flowers in the yard motionlessly.

Suddenly, Feng Lintian's pupils shrank, and he remembered that these flowers were all loved by his mother. There were many such flowers in their yard. Every time he saw those flowers, he would be very happy and happy. He didn't understand why at the beginning, but now it seems that it was entirely because of this man.

When Old Lady Qi saw the man's back, she suddenly took out an iron box and handed it to Feng Lintian: "Tian'er, go."

Feng Lintian held the box in his hand tightly, not knowing what he wanted to say to this person in the past.

"Go out." As soon as he walked behind Dongfang Yan, a cold voice came from his heart. His coldness came from his bones, the coldness of losing all despair.

Seeing him like this, Feng Lintian didn't know what to say, but just walked to the front and handed over the box in his hand. Dongfang Yan was very unhappy that someone had disturbed him, but when he saw the box, he was trembling slightly, as if he couldn't believe he could still see this thing.

Dongfang Yan couldn't handle it, so he could only turn his head to look at Feng Lintian: "How could you have this? Where is she?"

Feng Lintian grabbed his hair and said, "This was given to me by Grandma Qi. My mother passed away when I was seven years old."

"You said... she was dead?" Dongfang Yan looked at Feng Lintian and murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of pain, and suddenly became a little excited, and he fell to the ground. Seeing him like this, Feng Lintian quickly threw away the box in his hand and helped the person up.

Dongfang Yan looked at Feng Lintian: "Get out."

He can still hold on for the past few years because he has an obsession in his heart that she is not dead. Now that he has seen the things of the two of them, the news he has received is indeed dead. How can he accept this and how should he accept it?

Feng Lintian didn't know how to comfort this man, so he could only watch him and let him vent his anger.

Grandma Qi glanced at the man, walked up to him and said, "You won't forget the child in the lady's belly, are you?"

Dongfang Yan looked up at Grandma Qi with confusion in his eyes, then turned his head suddenly to look at Feng Lintian: "Do you think he is my son?"

How could this be possible? After suffering such severe trauma, how could their child still be alive? And he grew up so old? Besides, this child belongs to the Feng family.

Old Mrs. Qi naturally knew why the shock in his eyes was for. Indeed, it was a miracle that the child could still live after being injured so seriously.

"This is what the lady told me. She always thought you were gone because of this child, so she could hold on forever." As soon as she thought of Wan Yiyunxu, Old Mrs. Qi couldn't help feeling distressed.

Dongfang Yan looked up at Feng Lintian and suddenly laughed. While laughing, even tears fell. Dongfang Shuo looked at him from afar and was worried about what was wrong with him, so he hurriedly ran in.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Dongfang Shuo quickly looked at Dongfang Yan up and down, afraid that something would happen to him.

Dongfang Yan shook his head and looked at his nephew in front of him: "I'm fine."

Dongfang Shuo didn't care much about Dongfang Yan's cold attitude. After all, his novels have been like this for many years, and it's good to hear his laughter.

"Child, tell me how your mother died." He remembered this after being happy.

Now Dongfang Shuo was even more confused, and his uncle asked Lin Tian what his mother was doing.

Feng Lintian was silent for a moment, as if he was considering whether to say it. It was not until he saw the expectation in Dongfang Yan's eyes that he spoke: "My mother was framed by the Feng family and buried alive." When he said this again, Feng Lintian's voice did not fluctuate much, as if something had nothing to do with him.

Dongfang Yan had thought about the various possibilities of Wan Yiyunxu's death, but he had never thought about this one. He looked at Feng Lintian blankly and asked in disbelief: "Buried alive?"
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