Chapter 828

Feng Sujin Rao is prepared in heart, or is it impacted by the photos in front of her.

Then she looked at the people in front of the king and the queen, a little boy standing, who looked five or six years old, so beautiful.

Another was a baby's child, held by the queen.

A family of four looks so warm.

Even just looking at the photos, I can't bear to disturb such a warm and moving scene.

At a glance, we can see how much love there is for the four members of the family, and how much love there is for the king and queen of England.

The picture beside them is a picture of the two of them. When they look at each other, the emotion is shown in their eyes.

Feng Sujin thought that such a person was gone, and her heart was very sad, unwilling to think, unwilling to accept the fact.

She remembered that the king and queen of England died in the coup.

If If she guessed right, the little boy was Jun Mohan as a child.

Feng Sujin's throat choked. "This is you, isn't it?"

Jun Mohan hasn't turned out the picture for a long time, because it will make him fall into the happy memories of his childhood, and also think of the fire and the blood of that night involuntarily.

No matter what kind of memory, it is painful to recall.

If you had not told a Jin, Jun Mohan might not have opened these again.

Once again, the eyes of Jun Mo are red.

That is his own parents, childhood memory around his parents, it is the most warm and happy.

Jun Mo said hoarsely: "well, it's me, this is my own parents, that's my own brother, but they all died in the coup."

Feng Sujin's heart and mouth pricked, "such a small child......"

Jun Mohan closed his eyes painfully. His younger brother was only one year old at that time. At that time, he liked to stick to him. He could walk clearly, but he liked to walk towards him.

He would smile at him most brilliantly, and when he could talk, he would babble and shout, "brother Brother... "

Now, after more than 20 years, he still heard the clear cry, "brother......"

However, at that time, he was only interested in playing by himself, and did not accompany the younger brother much.

At the thought of these, Jun Mo's cold heart was a little overwhelmed and suffocated.

Feng Sujin feels that the breath on Jun Mohan's body is not right. She reaches out and holds his hand. "Mohan, it's all gone, I'm still here, I'm by your side."

She really worried that Jun Mohan would be possessed by the past memory.

Although she doesn't know what happened in the past, coups are often accompanied by blood and killing.

Such a small child, just think about it, Feng Sujin is very uncomfortable.

"You seldom know that such a small child was sacrificed in the coup?"

Jun Mo's cold eyes flashed the bloodthirsty cold light, "that's because the country's brave monarch and Marquis left the mark to completely block the news, no one knows, or maybe everyone deliberately forgot."

But his brother, he won't forget.

Before deliberately to forget, but once you think about it, it is really the pain of heart cutting.

Feng Sujin looks at Jun Mohan like this, very sad, and has the impulse to cry. He is the son of Guo Yingjun, so he was only five or six years old when the coup happened. I don't know how he came here.

Feng Sujin can't imagine how a five or six-year-old child can bear the impact of darkness and killing.