The Continuation of Time Traveling

Chapter 52

After Feng Wu left, Yun Lang, who had just sat down, stood up again, stared at the direction Feng Wu left for a while, then sat down again, with a dazed expression.

"Yun Lang." Fu Ning really couldn't stand it anymore, stretched out his hand to lift Yun Lang's chin, and met Yun Lang's eyes firmly, "Yun Lang, don't be afraid, this is not like you."

Yun Lang blinked, his flustered eyes still couldn't settle down.

Not like him?What is he like now?What should he look like?

Fu Ning sighed, got up and walked to Yun Lang's side, and hugged Yun Lang tenderly: "Do you know that married women usually change their husband's surname?"

For a moment, he didn't understand why Fu Ning said this at this time, Yun Lang raised his face and looked at Fu Ning blankly.

Fu Ning smiled lightly, and said: "You married me, so logically speaking, you will change to my surname. From the moment you step into the gate of Prince Mu's Mansion, you are mine and a member of the Fu family."

Yun Lang still didn't understand what Funing wanted to express.

Fu Ning continued: "Do you still remember that you went to the Yun family ancestral hall to bid farewell to your ancestors on the day you got married? Saying goodbye to the ancestors of the Yun family, the Yun family is no longer a place you can go back to. Your home will always be with me, even if If it is death, you will also be buried in the Fu family, beside me."

When he said this, Fu Ning's expression was unprecedentedly serious, even more serious than when reviewing official documents.

Yun Lang's heart trembled, and he looked at Fu Ning in astonishment, and then the astonishment in Yun Lang's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a firm smile.

"You said that," Yun Lang put his arms around Fu Ning's waist, and leaned his head on Fu Ning's body, "If you change your mind and don't let me be buried next to you, I will dig your grave myself Lie in."

Fu Ning was amused by these words, and shook his head helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to do it yourself."

Yun Lang smiled, and after exhaling a foul breath, his flustered heart calmed down.

"Qin Duan brought us here on purpose." After calming down, Yun Lang's mind also recovered its due flexibility.

"Yeah." Funing naturally saw it, and figured it out the moment he saw Feng Wu.

Yun Lang said again: "The person you met in Lingnan back then was actually Feng Wu."

"Probably," Funing said casually, "If you were kidnapped when you were three or four years old, as Feng Wu said, then the one I met in Lingnan might be Feng Wu."

"How is it?" Yun Lang raised his face and looked at Fu Ning jokingly, "Is he full of emotion when I see Feng Wu again? Is he still the same appearance that made your heart beat back then? Do you want to take him back to Prince Mu's Mansion?"

"What you say," Fu Ning skipped the first two questions, and directly answered Yun Lang's last question, "That's your twin brother, if you want, take him back to Beijing."

"What about you?" Yun Lang asked persistently, he still wanted a clear answer from Fu Ning, because he knew that Fu Ning never lied, "Do you want to take him back?"

"Me?" Funing looked at Yun Lang puzzled, "Why?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ning suddenly understood Yun Lang's worry, and found it funny and annoyed at the same time.

"That's why you don't believe me?" Fu Ning stared at Yun Lang, although annoyed, but thinking of Yun Lang's previous appearance of being in a state of confusion, Fu Ning felt even more distressed.

Yun Lang pouted, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I just don't believe in myself."

After all, it wasn't him who made Fu Ning fall in love at first sight. Although he had won Fu Ning's heart now, he was still not sure if he could win against the shadow in Fu Ning's heart.

If that shadow is the young Yun Lang, a person who no longer exists, then he doesn't particularly care about it. Win or lose, Funing is all his, and no one can take it away.

But if that shadow is not the young Yun Lang, but another real person, then he is really not sure at all.

The cinnabar mole and white moonlight on a man's heart are the most unforgettable.

Hearing this, Fu Ning was annoyed: "It's useless to say more, I won't tell you, if you want to worry, go worry alone."

These words didn't sound like consolation, Yun Lang looked up at Fu Ning again, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you comfort me?"

Logically speaking, shouldn't Fu Ning comfort him at this time?What's the matter with letting him worry about it alone?

Fu Ning raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Do you need comfort?"

Yun Lang frowned.

Does he need comfort?

When Feng Wu came back, he saw Fu Ning and Yun Lang, one standing and the other sitting, one with his hands on the other's shoulders and the other around the other's waist, one with his head down looking down and the other with his face up. Affectionate look.

Feng Wu's eyes sank, and he strode over with tea: "Brother, are you thirsty?"

After speaking, Feng Wu put the tea set on the stone table in the pavilion, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yun Lang.

"Thank you, put it there." At this moment, Yun Lang wanted to hug Funing for a while, so he didn't reach out to take the tea from Feng Wu's hand.

But Feng Wu stubbornly held the cup of tea as if he didn't hear what Yun Lang said.

Seeing this, Yun Lang frowned puzzled, but before Yun Lang could say anything, Funing reached out and took the teacup from Feng Wu's hand.

"Thank you." After thanking Feng Wudao, Funing transferred the cup of tea to Yun Lang's mouth, "Drink?"

Yun Lang blinked, then leaned his head to the side of the cup, and took a sip of water from Funing's hand.

Seeing Yun Lang who kept smiling at Fu Ning, Feng Wu secretly gritted his teeth, and suddenly said to Fu Ning: "After so many years, I never thought that the general back then would become a merchant and marry my elder brother. It's fate."

Hearing this, Fu Ning and Yun Lang looked at Feng Wu at the same time, Fu Ning put down his teacup and said calmly, "Well, it's a predestined relationship."

Speaking of which, he would also like to thank Feng Wu, if he hadn't met Feng Wu in Lingnan back then, he would not have become attached to Yun Lang, and Feng Wu could be regarded as a red thread for them.

Although he was relieved, Yun Lang still didn't like Fu Ning talking to Feng Wu, so he rushed ahead of Feng Wu and said, "Feng Wu, have you always been in Lingnan?"

It was rare that Yun Lang took the initiative to talk to him, Feng turned to Yun Lang unhappily, and even spoke briskly: "Yes, I was afraid that my brother would come back, so I never dared to leave."

Yun Lang immediately looked away.

Feng Wu's feelings for him were abnormally strong, and Yun Lang didn't know how to deal with it.Even if he looks exactly like him, Feng Wu is just a stranger in his eyes, and he really can't accept Feng Wu's enthusiasm and dependence.

Seeing that Yun Lang looked away again, Feng Wu was a little sad. After thinking for a while, he walked up to Yun Lang and knelt down: "Brother still doesn't recognize me?"

Feng Wu's face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and Yun Lang flinched back in fright. Hearing Feng Wu's question, Yun Lang became embarrassed again, because he didn't know how to answer, so Yun Lang could only hang down Eyes, silent.

"Brother..." Feng Wu was even more sad, "Brother doesn't remember the past, so naturally he won't remember me, I know that, but isn't my face enough to prove our relationship? Today I am the only one who looks exactly like my brother, why is my brother still doubting?"

Yun Lang looked up at Feng Wu, it felt like he was looking in a mirror, but there was no mirror in front of him, this weird scene made Yun Lang feel a little uncomfortable.

Feng Wu asked him what he was still doubting?In fact, he didn't suspect anything. When he saw Feng Wu's face and heard Feng Wu talk about the birthmark on his back, he believed that Feng Wu was the twin brother of young Yun Lang.

But such things as twins are rare after all, and no one has ever told him that he has a twin brother. He was not even mentally prepared, and suddenly saw such a person who looked exactly like himself, even if he could accept it rationally, He couldn't accept it emotionally either.

"Are you learning witchcraft?" Not knowing how to answer Feng Wu's question, Yun Lang forcibly changed the subject.

Feng Wu's eyes flickered, and he looked at Yun Lang smiling again, and said softly: "Well, after my parents died, Master Wu Tai adopted me. I have been living with Master Wu Tai, so I learned from him as a matter of course. Witchcraft. Don't you like it, brother?"

Feng Wu was suddenly worried.

Lingnan's witchcraft is both insects and weeds. Ordinary people will not like it when they see it. Will my brother also like it?

Yun Lang shook his head: "No. I'm also very interested in witchcraft. If you have time, you can teach me."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Wu nodded hastily, "If brother wants to learn, I will teach you!"

Looking at Feng Wu's smiling face, Yun Lang felt a little guilty. : "Fengwu, I..."

"Brother, don't say it!" Feng Wu quickly raised his hand, and gently touched Yun Lang's lips with his slender fingers, "I know that brother needs time, it's okay, I can wait. I don't know if brother is alive or dead. I can endure it for a few years, and now that I have seen my brother, I can wait. Anyway, from now on, I never want to be separated from my brother."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Wu leaned his head on Yun Lang's lap.

Seeing Feng Wu like this, Yun Lang couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch Feng Wu's head, but the hand finally stopped in mid-air and failed to land on Feng Wu's head.

Sensing Yun Lang's move, Feng Wu was looking forward to it, but it can be seen that Yun Lang put down his hand again, and Feng Wu's heart sank.

Why?They are obviously twin brothers, they were together when they were still in the mother's womb, it was just a parting, why did the elder brother treat him like an outsider?Obviously they should be each other's close relatives, but my brother is even closer to his husband.

Fu Jing stood aside and watched quietly, with his hands behind his back, and his right hand tightly grasping the wrist of his left hand. If he didn't do this, he was really afraid that he would pick up Feng Wu and throw it away.

He hasn't even lay down on Yun Lang's lap a few times, but this kid took advantage of him.