The night is getting darker and the moon is in the sky.
During this sleep, Nan Feng slept straight into the night.
And Qian Renxue just lay on his arm and stayed up until the night.
"Gulu..."
A clear abdominal rumble sounded in the silent night.
Qian Renxue's little face turned red instantly, and she pressed her belly tightly, trying to cover up the embarrassing sound.
I cried from morning to noon, and lay down until night, without getting a drop of water or a grain of rice.
For a nine-year-old child who is still growing, this is already the limit.
Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the embarrassed little figure next to him.
But he said nothing, yawned, adjusted his posture, and prepared to close his eyes and continue sleeping.
"Mom..."
Qian Renxue's hoarse voice sounded again, with a thick nasal tone and cautious probing:
"Can you... can you forgive Xue'er this time?"
"Xue'er promise... I will never do this again in the future."
"Xue'er will protect mother well and will never let anyone bully you again..."
"Protect?"
Nan Feng finally sat up. He looked at Qian Renxue. There was no warmth in those purple eyes, only chilling sobriety and coldness:
"Qian Renxue, don't you understand human speech?"
"Let me say it one last time, I am not your mother."
"I'm just a monster, a monster that's parasitic on your own mother. I'm a disgusting parasite."
"Your grandfather wanted to kill me, and your mother also wanted to kill me."
"And, I can tell you with absolute certainty."
"The future you, the one who grows up, becomes sensible, and inherits the glory of Angel..."
"You will also want to kill me."
"You may even want to kill me more than they do."
"So..."
Nan Feng leaned back in his chair again, "Even if you don't care what I am now, even if you are carried away by this so-called maternal love now."
"At least, please think about your future self."
"Don't come over again."
"So that one day in the future, when you recall today's scene, recall that you once held an enemy who killed your father, held a dirty parasite and cried for mother..."
"You'll feel sick."
"You'll want to dig this memory out of your head."
Qian Renxue After hearing these words, instead of flinching, he became even more anxious.
She didn't pay attention to "parasites" at all, and she didn't understand "future disgusting".
In her opinion, this was just because her mother was still angry and insecure because of the previous injury, and was pushing her away with angry words.
"No! It won't!"
Qian Renxue shook her head desperately, tears welling up again. She rushed forward again and grabbed Nan Feng's clothes:
"This is all a misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding!"
"Mom is not a monster! Mom is the best person in the world!"
"I would never want to kill my mother! I won't do it in the future either!"
"Xue'er will explain it clearly to grandpa! Grandpa actually... actually does it for Xue'er's own good. As long as Xue'er begs him, as long as Xue'er tells him that his mother is a good person, he will definitely accept her!"
"Mom, believe me! I can really protect you!"
"..."
Nan Feng looked at the little girl in front of him quietly, her eyes red and swollen from crying and her face stained with tears, and said no more.
Until Qian Renxue's crying gradually stopped, leaving only the uncontrollable sobbing, until in her panicked eyes, the fear slowly settled into an almost paranoid determination.
"Have you cried enough?"
Nan Feng finally spoke again. His voice was no longer as violent as before, but became extremely calm, bottomless.
He slowly reached out his hand and pinched Qian Renxue's chin, forcing her to raise her head and look directly into his own pair of coquettishly colored pupils.
"Qian Renxue."
"Since you don't understand the good words, since you have to go all the way to the dark side."
"Since you don't care about anything else for this illusory warmth."
Nan Feng's fingertips exerted slight force. "Then remember what you just said."
"Remember what you promised today... in order to get something."
"You said you would protect me, you said you would stand by my side, you said you would accept me no matter if I am a human or a ghost."
"You said these words yourself while crying and shouting. No one forced you."
"Never... don't forget."
Qian Renxue was pinched a little painfully, but she seemed to have received the most precious promise, and an astonishing light suddenly burst out in her eyes.
She nodded vigorously, not caring to wipe the tears from her face, and promised eagerly:
"I won't forget! Xue'er will never forget even if I die!"
"As long as mom doesn't drive Xue'er away, every word Xue'er says will count!"
"..."
Looking at those pure golden eyes without a trace of impurity, a trace of deep ridicule flashed in Nan Feng's eyes.
"Okay."
He let go of his hand and his eyes returned to indifference.
"Then shut up and wipe away your tears."
Nan Feng stopped talking nonsense, and stopped trying to wake up this person who was pretending to sleep.
He had spoken clearly enough, but she chose to turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb for the sake of this false maternal love that was full of lies and calculations.
She had to do it herself.
"In the future..."
Nan Feng turned his head, looked at the dark night sky, and let out a cold sneer in his heart:
"The day when the truth is revealed, the day when you can't face this cruel reality even if you become a god."
"But don't cry and say anything. You have been deceived."
All the good things have been said, since this girl has to hit the wall, since she will deceive herself and others even if she knows the "truth".
Then there is no need for him to pretend to be aloof, and there is no need to act as a shield for that ungrateful woman Bibi Dong.
"Huh..."
Nan Feng took a long breath, and the face that had always been tense and exuded the aura of not letting strangers in, slowly softened.
At that moment, the depression and dead silence that originally enveloped Imperial Garden seemed to dissipate as his expression relaxed.
Qian Renxue was keenly aware of this change. She raised her head cautiously. Although she was still sobbing, the fear in her eyes had turned into a hope for a response.
"Since you insist on staying, then just stay."
Nan Feng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, with a hint of compromising laziness in his tone:
"But the ugly words come first."
"I'm not interested in being your good mother."
The reason why that stupid woman Bibi Dong has been deliberately keeping a distance from Qian Renxue, even to the point of playing the role of a vicious mother, is just because she thinks that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
She hoped that Qian Renxue would hate her, and she hoped that one day in the future when the truth would be revealed, Qian Renxue would be able to draw his sword and kill her without any psychological burden and with confidence.
That is a kind of "protection" that is almost masochistic.
Oh, what a great maternal love.
Unfortunately, he is not Bibi Dong.
He does not need this kind of self-impressed greatness, what he wants is survival and a situation that is more beneficial to him.
He knows very well that Qian Renxue will definitely fall out with him when he grows up. This is an inevitable fate.
But.
The kind of self-righteous falling out of "discovering the enemy who killed his father" is completely different from the angry and heartbreaking falling out of "discovering that the mentor he most respects and relies on the most is actually the person who killed his father."
The former is a righteous judgment, and the latter is the collapse of faith.
Since Bibi Dong thinks he is an unscrupulous villain, since she refuses to leave him a way to survive.
Then he will follow through to the end.
He wants Qian Renxue to owe him her whole life and make him a thorn in her heart that can never be removed!
"Wipe your tears."
Nan Feng waved his hand, and a soft wave of Soul Power brushed across Qian Renxue's little face, instantly cleaning away the embarrassing tear stains and snot.
Then, he sat up straight again, no longer the kind of indifference that repelled people thousands of miles away, but it was definitely not the doting before, but a kind of scrutiny with a bit of majesty.
"From today on, our relationship changes."
Nan Feng raised a finger and waved it in front of Qian Renxue:
"Stop calling me mom."
"This title belongs to the woman who worked so hard in the Pope Palace. I don't deserve it, and I don't want to take it away."
"Then... what are you shouting about?"
Qian Renxue was a little confused and subconsciously wanted to grab Nan Feng's hand, but was stopped by Nan Feng's eyes.
"Call teacher." Nan Feng said calmly.
"Teacher?"
Qian Renxue was stunned, with disappointment and reluctance written all over his face.
This is different from what she wanted.
She wanted her mother, her warm embrace, and someone who would tell her bedtime stories, not a serious teacher.
Although the teacher is also very close, there is still a distance after all.
"But... but Xue'er wants mother..."
Qian Renxue bit her lip, trying to gain the courage to fight for it. She stretched out her little hand and tried to pull Nan Feng's sleeve again, her voice soft and coquettish:
"Can you... call me mom in private? Teacher when there is someone around?"
"No."
Nan Feng rejected the offer simply and without any room for maneuver.
"Qian Renxue, figure out the situation."
"Now you are begging me not to drive you away, not me begging you to stay."
"Here, I have the final say."
"Call the teacher and you stay. I will teach you things and... protect you to the best of my ability."
"If you still want to call me mom..."
Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the Pope Palace:
"The gate is over there, please go slowly without seeing me off."
"..."
Qian Renxue looked at Nan Feng's unquestionable eyes and knew that he no longer had the qualifications to bargain.
Although I feel sad, even though I feel that the title "teacher" is cold Bingbing.
But this at least means that she has not been driven away.
At least it means that the person in front of her is still willing to accept her.
"... Yes."
Qian Renxue lowered his head and sniffed. Although his voice was still a little aggrieved, it already sounded a bit submissive:
"I know..."
"Teacher."