Become a Dad After Longevity

Chapter 159

Xiaoyaoyao's room is playful in layout.

In the dark, the small night lights in the room were flashing with weak bright spots.

Tang Feng quietly opened the door and went into the room.

At this time, the little girl had already fallen asleep. He went to the bedside and looked at the little girl who was sleeping with the faint light.

Standing on the bedside, gazing for a long time, he lowered his head and gave a kiss on the crystal head. Then he walked out of the room quietly and left the villa.

When he left, he didn't say hello to Shangguan. Just before he left, he stopped at the door of Lin Mengjia's room for a little time.

It's already late at night to leave Yunjing Bay and return to Dongcheng Pavilion.

In the villa, Dabai is lying lazily in the garden pavilion. Hearing the movement outside, the big dog with spirit raises his head. After seeing the figure of Tang Feng, he raises his head and roars twice.

This roar seems to be a protest against Tang Feng leaving him in this cold villa.

With a smile, Tang Feng went to the pavilion.

Squatting down, he reached out and stroked Dabai's soft hair twice.

"I'm hungry. I bought it specially for you." Tang Feng shook the food box in his hand and said with a smile.

On the way back from yunjingwan, he thought that Dabai, who had been left in his villa, had not eaten for a day, so he went to the night market and bought some meat.

Big white head leaned over, sniffed two mouthfuls on the food box, and then roared twice.

This roar is much lighter than that just now.

Three whole boxes of meat, big white and windy, were soon wiped out.

After eating enough, Dabai stood up, stretched himself, rubbed his head on Tang Feng's legs twice, and roared twice.

The night is gathering.

"Come on, let's go to big green hill."

Once again stepping into the big green hill, Tang Feng is no longer a person, with a big dog.

The night was silent.

In the early morning, when he returned with Dabai to the East City mansion, it was just dawn. As usual, the villa area was cold and there was no one to see.

In fact, the occupancy rate of this East City mansion is very low.

The villas here have been sold out for a long time, but after many people buy and decorate, they rarely stay.

After all, those who can afford to buy a house in the East City pavilion are either rich or expensive. Such people often have not only one house, and many people are not in Pingyang on weekdays.

This is not only the East City Pavilion, but also most of the high-end residential areas in Pingyang.

All the buildings in the community have been sold out. However, in the past few years, the bright houses in the huge community are sparse and pitiful at night.

The rapid development of the city has brought about many common problems.

Tang Feng has seen all kinds of civilizations in the Xinghai sea for thousands of years. However, like the earth, which has hundreds of countries and has been wandering for thousands of years in the barbaric era, it is rare to look at the whole Xinghai sea.

Real estate has created many rich people, but it also brings some problems that are selectively ignored.

And these problems, which may eventually cause trouble, may have to be borne by ordinary people.

Tang Feng can see these problems, but he will not express any opinions.

Every civilization has its own way of development. Perhaps, there will be setbacks and detours on this road. However, as long as the fire of civilization does not go out, they will climb to the peak of civilization sooner or later.

Which of those super scientific and technological civilizations in the sea of stars did not come from the weak step by step.

"You... Hello." A weak woman's voice came from a distance.

Following the sound, just beside the fence of a villa, a thin woman was sitting on a rattan chair.

In this early morning, a woman, sitting alone in a chair outside the villa, it seems, less people feel a little abnormal.

Normally speaking, at this time, young people either sleep at home or go out to work, but almost no one is sitting outside the house to blow at this time.

Because this kind of thing should belong to the elderly.

Looking at the woman on the rattan chair, Tang Feng stopped.

Only two days, this woman, looking more weak than that night, the whole person's spirit, has been lax.

Just a look at the past, it gives people the feeling that they are terminally ill and will die at any time.

Indeed, this woman's Yang has been overdrawn, now she, a leg has entered the gate of hell, maybe the next second, she will break that last breath.

Weak body, pale face.

Just, all these can't cover up, that pair of bright eyes.

Bright eyes, with a thick tired, but in this eye, but it is very clear, there is no vulgar people that filthy gas.

There is no greed, no desire, there is only a trace of nostalgia in this world.

The woman, sitting on the rattan chair, looked at Tang Feng with her clear eyes, and squeezed out a smile on her pale face.

Seeing that smile, Tang Feng's heart was involuntarily touched.

Suddenly, he thought of a man a long time ago.

That is also a woman, although, just an ordinary woman, but, for that woman, he stepped into Jiuyou and fought with the Lord of Jiuyou for several days on the way to the yellow spring.

He remembers clearly that at the beginning, the woman in memory, when she looked at him for the last time, her eyes were the same.

Stop, he thought for a while, in the end, still did not choose to leave.

He walked slowly and stopped in front of the thin woman.

He stood, looking down at the woman sitting on the cane chair.

The woman looked up at him, their eyes meeting in the air.

"If you ask, I can help you." After a moment of silence, Tang Feng finally began to speak first, breaking the silence here.

The woman on the rattan chair still looked up at him. When she heard his words, her lips opened and she squeezed out a smile. The smile was very pale, but there was no affectation.

"I've been thinking about whether I killed my mother these two days." The woman on the rattan chair raised her head and said sadly.

Tang Feng stood there, looking at the woman in front of him with a flat look.

He was used to life and death, and for monks, life and death were just reincarnations of living beings.

What about death?

As long as the soul is immortal, there will always be a day of rebirth.