One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 1106 Dad, you bite so bad!

　　Linnuo's little friend had only knelt for a short while, before he started to twist his little body.

　　The long knee contact with the hard floor made him feel uncomfortable. Furthermore, when he raised his head, he would occasionally see the old granny in the photo frame. Even though he wasn't that old, he still had a head full of white hair.

　　Seeing his own father and mother on their knees, the little guy seemed to not want to stand up alone, so he half sat and half knelt. to reduce the discomfort at the knee.

　　There was a camera in the mourning hall; there was more than one of them.

　　The guard on duty didn't make it too difficult for Linnuo's little friend's unorthodox kneeling posture. After all, he was only a child. Furthermore, he repeatedly berated the little fellow in the mourning hall. It seemed that he was not very respectful to the deceased either.

　　"Mommy, when are we going to get up to eat?"

　　Linnuo's little friend's stomach was already growling from hunger.

　　"Nuonuo is hungry?"

　　Xueluo reached out an arm and gently hugged the little guy in his embrace.

　　"I'm not really that hungry... just a little bit hungry. "

　　Linnuo's little friend could also realize that: if even his normally arrogant father, Feng Xinglang, was kneeling down, that old general should be very vicious. He didn't want to trouble Mommy and his dad.

　　"Nuonuo, can you bear it any longer? They'll probably send us food in a little while. "

　　Of course Xueluo cherished her child. However, it had only been half an hour. If he were to ask them for food now, the possibility of being rejected was too high.

　　"Alright, then let's wait a little longer."

　　Little friend Linnuo nodded obediently. Then, he looked at his own father, Feng Xinglang.

　　Feng Xinglang was silent the entire time. He seemed to be deep in thought, or calculating time or something.

　　"Dad, are you hungry?"

　　With her biological father and mother by her side, Linnuo's little friend An Ran was no exception. It was just that he didn't like this quiet and strange environment.

　　The little guy did not know that the carved black box contained the ashes of his mother.

　　"Is my son hungry?"

　　Feng Xinglang went back to his thoughts, lovingly caressing his son's little head.

　　The little guy turned his head to look at Mommy, then shook his head. "Your son isn't hungry." He didn't want Mommy to feel sorry for him.

　　Actually, when Feng Xinglang asked the little guy if he was hungry, he was already so hungry that his eyes were blurry. Not only did he get beaten up, he even drank a few mouthfuls of water in the past twenty hours.