Year after year, to a young child, it didn't seem to have too many feelings. It was nothing more than another birthday for him.
But to Feng Xinglang, it was unforgettable.
One year ago today, Cong Gang died! He died to save Feng Xinglang.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still had a little hope: Maybe Cong Gang was really a superman; or maybe he was really as powerful as what his son Lin Nuo said …
However, all of his hopes and illusions had to be crushed by the cruel reality that he had to face day after day.
Cong Gang didn't come back alive!
There was no news of him, as if he was really dead!
Dead through and through!
There was no sign of life to be found!
Like dust being swept away! Only memories were left!
Feng Xinglang came alone today. He didn't bring his two sons along.
This summer vacation, his eldest son Feng Lin Nuo had a lot of fun at Repulse Bay in Hetun. He heard that in order to please his grandson, Hetun brought a glider and a flying machine; he also heard that they brought back a lion cub and a cheetah cub from the Middle East.
His youngest son Feng Buchong was much quieter. Ever since he stopped breastfeeding, the little guy seemed to be easier to take care of. He didn't show any signs of clinginess. Occasionally when he woke up, as long as he wasn't hungry, he wouldn't cry or make a fuss. He would quietly look at a corner or the ceiling.
Ever since he could crawl, Feng Buchong had a hobby that made his mother Xue Luo worried: As long as the little guy was placed on a crawling mat, after a while, the little guy would crawl to a corner and sit there. He was so quiet that it was scary.
Xue Luo thought that her youngest son Buchong had the legendary autism, but Feng Xinglang didn't agree. He said this was called personality.
Because every time he looked deeply into the little guy's eyes, he could feel his son's proud and aloof heart.
Feng Xinglang stood silently in front of this retro villa that was gradually covered by Boston ivy.
The villa without any signs of life was like a cold grave.
Feng Xinglang couldn't remember how many times he had come here to brush his face after Cong Gang's death … Every time he brushed his face, his mood would be heavier and more disappointed.
No matter how powerful he was, he still couldn't escape the schemes of the Grim Reaper.
"Over there … it's pretty comfortable right? If you don't have me serving you … your life … "
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment and changed his words, "Your ghost life will be so boring!"
Looking at the unchanging scenery, Feng Xing Lang furrowed his brows. He slowly walked over and sat down on the simple, dark gray sofa.
There was a saying that ghosts would not go away! With such a powerful character like Cong Gang, it was only logical that his soul would be stronger than others!
However, Feng Xinglang had been here so many times, but he had not sensed Cong Gang's presence even once.
It seemed that Cong Gang had just gone on a long trip, and his return date was not yet set!
However, all of this was merely Feng Xinglang's subjective will!
Perhaps he, Feng Xinglang, would never be able to find a bodyguard who was as loyal and devoted to him as Cong Gang in this life!
He was also a good friend.
It was just that his temper was sometimes even tougher and more arrogant than his master.
The sense of security that Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang was something that no one else could give! It seemed that as long as Cong Gang was by Feng Xinglang's side, even if it was a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, Feng Xinglang would be able to sleep soundly.
However …
"You dog, if you say you want to die, then die … Can't you choose a quiet place and die quietly by yourself? You just had to make your presence known in front of me! You made me feel like I owed you for the rest of my life … "
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly. "Although saving me, your master, is what a lackey like you should do … But the way you died, wasn't it a little intentional? You should have waited until after you saved me, your master, before you died quietly! "
"I knew it, you dog, you dog, did it on purpose …"
The cool and shady environment removed the heat of the summer, and it was somewhat refreshing.
The raging waves at that moment, the blazing flames at that moment … It was as if they were rewinding in Feng Xinglang's mind. However, he could never see Cong Gang's face clearly!
Feng Xinglang shook his head, not wanting to let those overly sorrowful things occupy his entire mood.
He tried hard to recall some happy memories.
"Stop trying … You can't beat me!"
"I'm going too far, what can you do to me?"
"You'll thank me in the future!"
"Because you're too greedy!"
In a daze, Feng Xinglang woke up with a start. Even the memories made him so angry and depressed!
Greedy?
How was he greedy?
Money? Earning milk powder money for his wife and child, how could that be called greedy?!
Power? Feng Xinglang would not deliberately rope in the yamen. Or rather, he was not interested in the high officials and dignitaries at all.
What did that dog Cong Gang say he was greedy for?
If he died, then so be it. Why did he cause trouble for the living?!
He had originally come to worship Cong Gang, but Feng Xinglang left in anger!
…
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Imperial Dragon City, Yan Bang, who could not take care of himself, was still bedridden.
In this month, whether it was Shao Yuanjun's call or Leopard Head's call, as long as it involved Yan Bang, Feng Xinglang would decisively hang up the phone. He had an indifferent and heartless look on his face.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang actually took the initiative to come to Imperial Dragon City, which more or less comforted Yan Bang's increasingly cold heart.
Yan Bang did not speak. He just stared deeply at Feng Xinglang, who walked slowly into his living room.
"I didn't expect President Yan to be so weak. I heard that he has been bedridden for a month. He can't even take care of himself? "
The reason why Feng Xinglang took the initiative to come to Imperial Dragon City to see Yan Bang, who could not take care of himself, was more or less related to the worship of Cong Gang.
Perhaps, it was possible that Cong Gang was really dead! He could never return to Feng Xinglang's side, and could not become his right-hand man!
If this fellow, Yan Bang, also left him, then he, Feng Xinglang, would really become a loner!
He might not be blocked in Shen Cheng City, but he could not be unbridled and domineering!
The key was that there was one less pious person to take the blame for him!
"Didn't I already give you a gun last time? Why didn't you shoot me?! Can't bear to do it? "
Yan Bang's slightly pale scarred face was slightly stained with a smile of victory.
Because he felt that he, Yan Bang, had already won this cold war!
"Killing is against the law! Your life is not worth getting me into prison! "
Feng Xinglang leisurely said, took a bite of the Australian mango at the side, and carelessly spat out the astringent skin.
"Then what do you mean by coming today? Take the initiative to reconcile with me? "
Yan Bang took the mango that Feng Xinglang was biting, and quickly peeled off the skin for him, and then stuffed it back into Feng Xinglang's hand.
Because mangoes were one of the few fruits that Feng Xinglang liked to eat, Yan Bang also practiced a good skill of peeling mangoes.
"You think too much. I just want to see how President Yan can't take care of himself! Do you want to directly pull it to the bed? And someone to collect urine for you? "
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