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

　　It was as if she had waited for Feng Xinglang for a long time and finally looked for him!

　　Because he was not familiar with Xing Er, and because Xing Er was a person who was about to die, Feng Xinglang seemed to be slightly against such a rude meeting. He leaned against the door, not intending to enter the room.

　　"Foster father... I want to talk to Xing Lang alone. "

　　Xing Er's voice carried weakness and fatigue that he was unable to muster.

　　The middle-aged man looked to be about a dozen years younger than the Hetun;

　　"Alright. That foster father will stay outside with them. "

　　After Hetun got up and left, Xing Wu who had been guarding Xing Er and an eye also left.

　　When he pa.s.sed by Feng Xinglang, Hetun lightly patted his son's shoulder, as if he was trying to comfort him.

　　He could also pa.s.s on to others a feeling: the father and son pair had already given up on each other, and their current relations.h.i.+p was very good!

　　Feng Xinglang did not respond to Hetun's words, and did not even spare him a glance. Some habits couldn't be changed in a short period of time.

　　All the people left the room, leaving only Feng Xinglang and the heavily injured and dying Xing Er.

　　It was a strange feeling to be in a room with an unknown dying man!

　　"Ah Lang, come over here … I don't have much breath left, I have to use it sparingly. "

　　Xing Er did not treat Feng Xinglang as an outsider, and seemed to be a little familiar with him.

　　Feng Xinglang frowned, he licked his lips, and followed Xing Er's instructions, and walked over to his bedside.

　　It was said that death was at hand and his words were kind. Presumably, Xing Er would not have any ulterior motives towards him.

　　"Songtai's injury... "How is it?"

　　Songtai? Feng Xinglang frowned: I seem to have heard of this name before, but I really can't think of what kind of person it is!

　　"It's Cong Gang … Songtai is indeed Cong Gang. "

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang's puzzled expression, Xing Er continued to explain.

　　"..." This topic of Xing Er's, wasn't it a little off? Wasn't it supposed to be a conversation about his grudge and enmity with the Hetun, why was it starting to talk about Cong Gang now?

　　"... I can already walk two steps down from the ground! "

　　Out of courtesy towards the dying, Feng Xinglang still answered.

　　"That's good..."

　　Xing Er's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally let out a heavy breath as if a heavy burden had been let out, "I have caused him to suffer!"