The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 271 The Bitterness of the Past

It is a kind of abstinent and fragile beauty that makes people want to get closer to it and give it warmth and comfort.

Shen Yan suddenly regretted letting Yuanyuan leave early. The air seemed to be a little warmer at this moment, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Is there something I didn't do well enough? Just tell me directly." Seeing Shen Yan's face slightly upset, Song Yunfeng asked cautiously as if he was bitten by a mosquito.

Shen Yan glanced at him. He was obviously quite conservative. In order to facilitate the dressing change, he only covered the necessary parts of his upper body and simply covered it with a thin blanket. What was wrong with that? Perhaps, he was really too sensitive.

A soft sigh escaped from Shen Yan's mouth, "It's my problem, don't take it to heart."

Song Yunfeng's eyes rested on her gently, and an indescribable subtle atmosphere filled the air. At this moment, Feng Shaoling's appearance was like a cool breeze, just right.

It turned out that he had sneaked out of the academy under the pretext of being sick, and his eyes were slightly red, as if he had just experienced some heartbreaking crying.

"Yunfeng, are you okay? I heard that you were attacked at noon, which made me so worried!" Feng Shaoling stuck close to Song Yunfeng as soon as he entered the door, and his words flowed like a stream.

"Are you okay? Could it be the Li family's doing?"

"I heard that the government has sent people to your house to investigate."

"But that powerful captain said that the murderer might be hard to find."

Feng Shaoling seemed not to notice Shen Yan's existence. He focused all his attention on Song Yunfeng. Once he started talking, it was difficult to stop.

Although Song Yunfeng showed some helplessness on his face, he did not stop it. That deep brotherhood did not need too many words to explain.

Shen Yan didn't want to be a light bulb, so she made a drinking gesture to Song Yunfeng and quietly left the room. She originally wanted to fetch water, but unexpectedly found that the bucket and the shoulder pole were missing. Most likely, her mother went to fetch water herself.

Oh, it seems I have to find a way to raise money to dig a well as soon as possible!

"Sister-in-law, the herbs have been neatly packed up, there is nothing else to do."

Yige'er and Yuanyuan were sweating profusely, their little faces were red due to the sunlight, but there was a strange gleam in their eyes.

"The materials I brought back this morning have not been touched, have they?"

"I'm not moving. Didn't you tell me not to move?"

"Yes, don't touch what I told you to do. You should take a rest. There will be many opportunities to make money in the future. There is no need to rush now."

The healing herbs originally prepared for Yi Ge'er were now all used on Song Yunfeng, so she needed to find another way. Shen Yan once again threw herself into her busy work. The snake venom she collected in the mountains this time was really a great harvest. Not only could it be made into self-defense poison, but it could also be processed into a good medicine for treating injuries.

It can not only effectively stop bleeding and relieve pain, but also dissolve blood clots. Most importantly, it is also very beneficial to Yige's leg injury. Although snake venom is extremely toxic and can paralyze nerves and block signal transmission, the nerve growth factor contained in it is an excellent aid for recovery after surgery.

Shen Yan worked selflessly until Yuanyuan came running to her again, panting, and told her that Song Yunfeng was looking for her. Then she realized that Feng Shaoling had left. So she quickly packed up everything on hand and walked into the room.

Song Yunfeng has already handed the design drawings to Feng Shaoling and elaborated on the bright prospects of cooperation between the two parties. Now he just has to wait for Feng Hongcai's reply.

"You seem to trust Feng Shaoling particularly?" Shen Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally asked. As time went by, she got to know Song Yunfeng better, and knew that he would not open his heart to others easily, and that his politeness was actually indifferent and distant. However, when facing Feng Shaoling, his attitude was completely different.

One was born into a wealthy family, the other into a poor family. How did their deep friendship take root in such different environments? If she hadn't known what happened to them later, she would have misunderstood that there was some kind of...unusual intimacy in this relationship.

"Shao Ling, he has lent a helping hand to me twice when I was in danger." There was an imperceptible fluctuation in Song Yunfeng's tone.

"Huh?" Shen Yan seemed a little surprised.

"Yan Yan." Song Yunfeng's eyes were deep and complex, as if they contained thousands of words.

"My past may not be as simple as you think..." His voice gradually became lower, as if he was telling a secret hidden deep in his heart.

Shen Yan suddenly widened her clear eyes, as if they could see through the stars in the night sky, filled with deep anticipation for the next story.

"I... I used to beg on the streets in those stormy days, lowering my stubborn head!" Song Yunfeng's heart suddenly tugged, and he mustered up his courage to tell her the secret and bitter past. He firmly believed that as a partner who would spend his life together, she should know everything about him, even the darkest chapter. As for whether the truth would cast a shadow of contempt in her eyes... He was uneasy, but he also believed in her character, and she would not belittle or dislike him at all, right?

"My mother worked like a slave in a wealthy family to make a living, leaving home early and returning late, exhausted. When our little princess Qiaojie was less than three years old, I often carried her on my weak shoulders and staggered to the school. However, young Yuanyuan cried frequently because of hunger. I couldn't stay in the school peacefully, fearing that it would affect the study and peace of others."

"In those difficult times, I would hold her tender little hand, and walk into the noisy and cold city, one step at a time, one footprint after another, knocking on every door that might hide warmth, just to ask for a piece of steamed bread that could temporarily fill my stomach, or a bowl of thin but life-saving porridge."

"You may wonder why I don't seek help from our simple folks first?" Song Yunfeng tilted his head and narrated to himself, but he didn't dare to look directly into Shen Yan's eyes full of understanding, because this was not to seek her approval, but a kind of self-analysis release.

"At that time, I had such a tiny but stubborn self-esteem. I was afraid that being laughed at would hurt my heart. I was even more afraid that if my mother knew, the silent sadness would be more unbearable than hunger. So, I chose to endure it silently. I would rather my feet be rubbed by blisters on the gravel road than to hold back my tears and walk into that ruthless city, just to get enough food and clothing."

"Speaking of which, although those days were full of bitterness, looking back on it, they were also somewhat absurd and ridiculous, weren't they?" He forced a bitter smile, trying to downplay the sufferings of the past in a light-hearted tone.

“I remember one time, perhaps it was God’s mercy that I was lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted person who generously gave me half a chicken.