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

　　Feng Xinglang was very clear about one thing: At least, he and Bai Mo were both very normal men!

　　Yan Bang had lived in France since a young age. In his opinion, hugging, sticking close to each other and getting intimate with each other was a very normal way to meet. Perhaps this was the only way to express the deep feelings they had for each other.

　　Furthermore, Yan Bang had come back to life!

　　Yan Bang had been dead for so many months and his heart was in pain on the outside, but Feng Xinglang was actually worried on the inside.

　　Feng Xinglang sat on the sh.o.r.e and watched quietly. He fumbled with his cigarette case out of habit and realized that he hadn't brought a cigarette with him for more than a month in preparation for his pregnancy.

　　Life, perhaps only in the living time, can reflect its beauty!

　　The living Yan Bang was the same!

　　"Mo San'er, stop messing with your Brother Bang! The sea was cold, and he was injured! We have to take it back and slowly do it! "

　　Just now, when Yan Bang jumped into the water from the sh.o.r.e, Feng Xinglang could feel that his movements had become sluggish. Judging from his sickly pale face, he probably hadn't seen the sunlight for a long time, so his injured body would show signs of weakness.

　　"Fake lies!"

　　Bai Mo supported Yan Bang as they walked towards the sh.o.r.e, and started to report angrily, "Brother Bang, it's not that I want to beat up Feng lao'er, but during the time you were missing, Feng lao'er's days were still rather comfortable! What needs to be eaten, what needs to be drunk, don't have the slightest bit of humanity! "

　　Yan Bang raised his eyes and stared at Feng Xinglang who was sitting at the edge of the embankment.

　　"Mo San'er, then what should I do? Like you, always making a ruckus to hold a memorial service for Ah Bang? "

　　Feng Xinglang's mood was a little unsettled, and he started to counterattack, "Why didn't you tell your dear Brother Bang that you had already found the grave for him? Would you like him to bury himself in the grave earlier? "

　　"That's because... "Because …"

　　Bai Mo wanted to refute Feng Xinglang, but he choked on his own words: I can't say, that it's because he thinks Yan Bang is already dead right? How unlucky that would be! So Bai Mo could only take this loss!

　　"Because of what? Because you feel that your Brother Bang is already dead and will never return alive, right? "

　　Feng Xinglang did not allow Bai Mo to get off the stage, so he intentionally brought up the topic, precisely because he wanted Bai Mo to be embarra.s.sed.

　　"It's better than how you ignore the death of the Brother Bang and only know how to live your own life!"

　　Bai Mo threw caution to the wind, as if he wanted to tear off Feng Xinglang's face:

　　"Brother Bang, I want to hold a memorial service for you. Feng Er refused to say it even if she's dead, and she even said it to frame you! You scolded so harshly! What did you say? You're not my biological father, why do you care so much about your life and death! She even said that you're a yellow, gambling, and poisonous guy, and you're even mourning for your P! I swear, these are his exact words! "

　　Bai Mo kept nagging endlessly into Yan Bang's ears, but Yan Bang's gaze was fixated on Feng Xinglang's body.

　　A few months of torture in front of the wall forced Yan Bang to think of many things.

　　Rebirth, freedom, Yan Bang had his own thoughts.

　　"Feng Er, give me a hand!" Just sit there like an old man! "

　　On the sh.o.r.e, Bai Mo suddenly slapped the hand Baotou stretched out to him, "I just want that Feng guy to pull me up!"

　　Feng Xinglang gave him face, but it was actually for Yan Bang.

　　He reached out his hands, pulled Yan Bang who was drenched to the skin, and hugged him again!