The Woman Under The Old Pagoda Tree

He Feng moved all his luggage into the house. Looking at the unfamiliar environment, he took a deep breath.

His son, Xiao Peng, packed his things and walked out of the room.

"Dad, I've packed everything," Xiao Peng said dutifully. The expression on his face looked very serious.

He Feng replied with an affirmative grunt and decided to set his things down and cook for his son first.

The father and son worked from morning to afternoon, but they had not taken a single bite.

"Take a rest for a while and start eating right away," He Feng said and walked into the kitchen.

Xiao Peng replied and obediently went back to his room. He picked up a book and started reading.

He Feng placed the food on the table. When he went to ask his son to eat, he found that he had already fallen asleep on the table.

He Feng went forward and gently picked up his son, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

Over the past six months, his son had suffered a lot with him.

He Feng and his ex-wife had been matchmade by someone. He Feng was a person who lived abroad all year round.

Because he was constantly on missions, his whereabouts were erratic, and it was hard to say when he could be contacted.

He Feng could understand his wife's dissatisfaction with him.

Therefore, when he heard that his wife was cheating on him, He Feng's heart had remained stoic.

For him, this had long been in the works. All these years, his wife had been pregnant with his child, eventually giving birth, and He Feng had not been around to take care of her.

When his son was four or five years old, he still obediently called He Feng "Uncle" whenever he saw him.

He Feng knew that he owed too much to this family. For his wife, he felt more guilt than love.

His son was almost eight years old now. He Feng had been absent throughout most of his life so he had been a little distant with him, but was then treating him with growing politeness each passing day.

When his wife left, she had not taken him away.

Unconditionally, his son had followed He Feng around for nearly half a year.

In order to take better care of his son, He Feng had to submit an application to the higher-ups.

Because of his exemplary track record in the army, He Feng was recommended to the City Public Security Bureau as the Chief of the security team.

The family property had all been signed in the name of his wife. After his wife left, he sold the family home.

Left with no choice, He Feng and his son could only rent a house in the suburbs for the moment.

Fortunately, He Feng's old leader was bent on helping him and tried his best to arrange a decent lot for him.

A two-room terrace was enough for the father and son to live in. On the day He Feng moved into his new house, many neighbors came to visit him.

This place was simple and honest. Compared to the hustle and bustle in the city center, it breathed with much more humanity.

Many neighbors brought food and drinks. They also told He Feng, a grown man, to care for his child personally. If it was inconvenient, he could always ask them for help.

He Feng was not good at communicating with people. In the face of such warm treatment, he did not know how to respond.

Fortunately, his son, Xiao Peng, displayed his exceptional social skills. He handled all the uncles and aunts around him properly.

Looking at the plates on the table, big and small, with all kinds of delicacies in them, Xiao Peng could not help but swallow his saliva.

As he stared at his son, He Feng could not help but feel a pang in his heart.

He was not good at cooking. He had been out for many years and was able to make do with street food and instant noodles. Now that he was taking care of his son, he was at a loss.

In order to take care of his son, He Feng sent his son to school every morning and then went to work.

The father and son always showed up at the door at four or five o'clock in the morning on time.

Occasionally, they would see a woman standing quietly under an old pagoda tree.

He Feng could not put his finger on it. He kept feeling a little desolate as he watched the woman's back.

One of the old men always said that there must be a demon under the old pagoda tree. Looking at the woman's appearance, He Feng felt that she was more like a person whose soul had yet to return...

Because he had moved to a new home, He Feng took the materials for himself and his son and went to the nearby neighborhood committee to go through the relevant procedures.

When Sister Niu saw He Feng in person, she immediately hissed for Little Wang to come over.

Unfortunately, Little Wang had just left the house, so she had missed this opportunity.

Sister Niu muttered a few words to herself, then she looked at He Feng with a smile. "Hello, Captain He."

When He Feng saw that Sister Niu recognized him, a faint blush appeared on his tanned face. "Hello."

"I wish to move my son and my household registration to this side," He Feng said as he handed over the documents in his hand.

Sister Niu looked at the documents and shouted in Fang Ya's direction, "Little Fang, come and handle the materials."

Fang Ya nodded and walked over. She took the documents and returned to her seat.