Chapter 103 The Promise: The Misunderstanding Is Big (4th
The dark cemetery was silent, except for the howling wind blowing through the jungle, which was extremely eerie.
Peng Yuanzheng and the two guardsmen hurriedly walked along the tomb passage to a cemetery deep inside with flashlights. Song Yuzhen told Peng Yuanzheng that Feng Qianru's biological parents and her grandparents were buried here. She would accompany her every Qingming Festival
Feng Qianru came to pay tribute.
When she was young, Feng Qianru didn't know who her mother brought her to worship. Later, when she grew up, in high school, Feng Bolin's wife Zhang Lan was quick to talk, which led to the secret being leaked. Fortunately, Feng Qianru soon found out.
I adjusted my emotions and got through this hurdle.
The years passed by in a flash, and Feng Qianru came here every year. Song Yuzhen was not sure whether she had visited the cemetery again today.
The bright flashlight light swayed among the rows of tombstones. The two guard soldiers were quite nervous, walking in the cemetery in the middle of the night. Even though all the martyrs of the revolution were buried here, this feeling was not pleasant.
Peng Yuanzheng walked forward silently, his steps heavy.
Feng Qianru's performance was both beyond his expectations and within his expectations.
If Feng Qianru silently obeyed the Feng family's arrangements without any emotional changes, he felt that she was not Feng Qianru. This girl seemed weak, gentle and broad-minded, just like her adoptive mother Song Yuzhen, but in fact, she had an indescribable feeling in her bones.
of pride and self-respect.
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The cold wind is like cutting, the night is as heavy as water, and the tombstones are like forests.
Peng Yuanzheng stood there quietly, waved his hand back, and the two guards stopped and stopped moving forward.
Peng Yuanzheng had already seen Feng Qianru's figure through the dim light. She stood in front of the tombstone of her biological parents, motionless, as if she had become a silent sculpture, letting the cold wind blow away the mess on her forehead.
hair.
Peng Yuanzheng walked over slowly and said softly, "Qianru..."
Feng Qianru didn't move or make a sound.
Peng Yuanzheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately reached out and grabbed Feng Qianru's arm. At this moment, Feng Qianru slowly and laboriously turned her head, her face was pale and haggard, and there was no light in her eyes. Her mouth gently
There was a slight twitch, and as soon as his eyes closed, his whole stiff body fell straight down.
Peng Yuanzheng was so anxious that he stepped forward and held Feng Qianru's stiff and cold body in his arms. He held Feng Qianru in one hand and hurriedly pulled off his military coat with the other, wrapped it around Feng Qianru's body, and then
He lifted her body up, turned around and ran wildly towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Two guardsmen quickly followed.
He took Feng Qianru into the car, and the military vehicle went straight to the nearest military hospital. He woke up the doctor in the emergency department who had already rested. After some first aid, Feng Qianru finally woke up. In fact, she was not seriously ill.
, she didn't eat or drink for a whole day, and she stood in the cold wind for more than ten hours, which was both physically and mentally exhausted. If Peng Yuanzheng hadn't come to find her, her posture would have gradually become numb and congealed, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
It didn't work anymore, and in the end he could only fall to the ground and cause tragedy.
In the warm ward of the hospital, the nurse gave Feng Qianru an infusion, and asked Peng Yuanzheng to give her some hot water later, and then went out. The entire hospital ward was silent, late at night on the second day of the Lunar New Year——
No, it was already early in the morning on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and there was only one unexpected patient in the hospital, Feng Qianru.
Peng Yuanzheng sat quietly by the bed and stared at Feng Qianru, whose face gradually regained a trace of color. His mood was very complicated, and there was also a trace of silent pity and heartache.
What kind of unknown sadness is hidden deep in this girl's noble and youthful heart... Peng Yuanzheng's mind gradually drifted away, and Feng Qianru's gentle call came to his ears, "Brother Yuanzheng..."
Peng Yuanzheng suddenly lowered his head and grabbed Feng Qianru's cold little hand, saying softly, "Qianru, are you awake?"
"Brother Yuanzheng, thank you. I'm fine. I've made you worried and my parents worried." A sour smile appeared on Feng Qianru's lips that only Peng Yuanzheng could understand, "I'm sorry, Brother Yuanzheng, I'm not..."
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"Qianru, you don't have to think about anything. Take good care of your body, that's the most important thing." Peng Yuanzheng sighed, "Actually, don't say you can't accept it, I also feel it's sudden."
"You have always been grandpa's granddaughter, the apple of my uncle's and aunt's eyes. We are a family. This will not change now, nor will it change in the future." Peng Yuanzheng smiled softly,
"What age are we in now? Why do you care about the concerns of your elders? We are free to marry and love. Can our grandparents still arrange marriages for us? Don't worry, no one will force you, let alone me. Say
To be honest, I have always regarded you as my sister."
Peng Yuanzheng laughed easily, "I will tell my grandparents and aunts and uncles. Everything will be taken care of by me."
Feng Qianru's face suddenly turned red. In fact, she did not strongly reject Peng Yuanzheng, but she could not accept this method. The piercing of this layer of window paper directly triggered her self-esteem and sensitive nerves hidden deep in her heart, but obviously,
Peng Yuanzheng misunderstood. She regarded her self-pity and sadness as her resistance to the arranged marriage and her insistence on the freedom of love.
"Brother Yuanzheng, that's not what I meant..." Feng Qianru said softly with difficulty and embarrassment, her pale face covered by the red clouds.
"Actually, that's not what I meant." Peng Yuanzheng stared at her, listened quietly, and thought to himself.
"I can't explain clearly, I don't know what's wrong..." Feng Qianru closed her eyes slightly and said softly, "Brother Yuanzheng, give me some time, okay? I want to think about it."
Peng Yuanzheng nodded silently, but he felt very absurd in his heart and couldn't laugh or cry.
His mentality and Feng Qianru's complicated mood were like two branches, going in opposite directions, and it was impossible to get together. At this moment, Peng Yuanzheng suddenly felt as if he had become the kind of wealthy young man who was forced into marriage in the past. Those who were badly acted
The male protagonist in a Hong Kong and Taiwan romance film... is so inexplicable that he is simply a mess.
Of course he has a good impression of Feng Qianru, but he has always regarded her as his sister, and it is impossible to have other thoughts. Now that his identity has suddenly changed, ff8 is also at a loss. He comforts Feng Qianru with his mouth, but in fact, he is in confusion in his heart.
"Brother Yuanzheng, I want to drink some water."
Yuanzheng took the cup, poured half a cup of hot water, and poured it back and forth. When the temperature dropped and it would not burn her mouth, he used a small spoon to feed Feng Qianru little by little water.
Outside the ward door, Feng Botao and Song Yuzhen came in a hurry, but through the window they saw Peng Yuanzheng leaning over to feed Feng Qianru water. Song Yuzhen suddenly quietly pulled her husband's arm, dragging Feng Botao and slowly turned around and walked back.
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After feeding half a glass of water, Feng Qianru smiled sheepishly, "Brother Yuanzheng, please excuse me. Okay, I can't drink any more."
"Well, okay. Are you hungry? However, the doctor said not to let you eat too much for the time being. I will heat up a pack of milk for you to drink later, and then eat an egg." Peng Yuanzheng put down the water glass in his hand.
, leaned over and patted Feng Qianru on the shoulder, "Don't ruin your body like this in the future. You have to know how worried your uncle, aunt, even grandparents, and the whole family are about you, especially your aunt. They are going crazy."
"I know." Feng Qianru sighed quietly, moved her stiff body, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
She had spent too much energy today, and now that she had relaxed, she could no longer hold on.
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Feng Qianru was taken home to rest. Because she ran away from home, the Feng family never dared to mention the so-called marriage problem. Peng Yuanzheng originally wanted to stay in Beijing for a few days, so he felt very awkward.
So I offered to rush back to Xin'an, saying that I was very busy with work.
Feng Botao did not stop him, nodded and said, "Okay, expedition, work comes first. Tomorrow is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and the year is almost over. I'd better ask your third uncle to send a car to take you back."
Song Yuzhen sighed at the side and said, "For the Chinese New Year, you have to go back to Xin'an alone, but you have to take care of yourself. By the way, how is the heating there? Is it warm? If not, use an electric blanket.
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"The heating in the Machinery City is still OK. Auntie, don't worry about me. I'm used to living alone and I can take care of myself." Peng Yuanzheng hesitated, "In the afternoon, shall I go say goodbye to my grandparents?"
Feng Botao nodded, "Well, tell your grandparents, and then call your aunt, uncle, uncle, and aunt when you're done."
"Okay." Peng Yuanzheng asked for Feng Botao's consent and walked back to his room to pack his things. In fact, there was nothing to pack, just a few changes of clothes and two sets of Chinese New Year clothes that Song Yuzhen and Meng Lin had just bought for him.
New clothes and two pairs of leather shoes. There are also some small gifts from other elders of the Feng family, such as a red and black plaid woolen scarf from my aunt Feng Boxia.
The door opened gently. Feng Qianru was leaning on the door frame in her nightgown, with a tired and slightly invisible red face, and said softly, "Brother Yuanzheng, I want to talk to you."
"Oh, come in, how are you? Sit down quickly." Peng Yuanzheng took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled.
Feng Qianru slowly walked over and sat on the bed, but slowly lowered her head, her pretty face turning even crimson.
Her current mood is very complicated, ashamed and flustered. She is upset that she has disturbed the New Year atmosphere at home, and feels guilty for Peng Yuanzheng's early departure. In addition, she is grateful for the Feng family's twenty years of upbringing.
There are no words to express the mixed feelings.
But after this experience, the knot in her heart gradually became untied.
"Brother Yuanzheng, give me three months to think about it... If I figure it out by then and you don't have a girlfriend yet, then I will be your girlfriend..." Feng Qianru summoned up the courage to whisper.
, her voice was like the chirping of mosquitoes and flies, and she spoke very fast. After speaking, she immediately got up and ran away with a blushing face.
Peng Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly.
Oh my God, this misunderstanding is so big that it’s really fatal: Have you really become a bad boy who forces marriage? (To be continued.
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