In front of the round and quaint vanity mirror, Feng Zhiyu bit her lip and looked at herself in the mirror, her long hair covering most of her left face, which made her look a little gloomy. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, and it took a long time to make up her mind to pull her hair open, looking at the long scar on her face in fear.

The sharp shards of glass that had pierced the skin felt as if there was still residual warmth, and she couldn't remember much about the wound after a few stitches. But the needle and thread are staggered. The centipede-like scar will always pull her back to that scene.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she raised her hand to touch the scar, unable to tell what it felt like.

A few days ago, when Xiao Qi accompanied her to buy furniture for a new house, he kindly reminded her that it would be better to tie her hair up in the future. Although the scar on her face looks obvious, it does not affect her facial features and overall appearance, and she will look more refreshing when she ties her hair up.

She actually understood what Xiao Qi meant, although she said it very tactfully. But he also told her that she looked very gloomy, like a female ghost.

After all, she had heard a lot of this kind of talk before, and Xiao Qi had already said it very tactfully.

Feng Zhiyu took a deep breath gently, and finally mustered up the courage to pull his hair behind his back and tie a ponytail with a rubber band.

As soon as she tied her hair, Aunt Wu, the domestic helper at home, hurriedly knocked on her door, and said in surprise when she came in: "Miss, Yi Shao is here." ”

"Really?" Feng Zhiyu immediately showed a happy expression, and just as he was about to get up, Zhan Yi walked in.

Seeing this, Aunt Wu gave her an encouraging look, and immediately closed the door and retreated.

As soon as you enter the house. Zhan Yi first looked at her room, most of the furniture in the room was made of peachwood, a square bed with a Chinese-style classical bed, the white curtain hung down gently, and it would flutter gently when the wind blew in, and there was a guzheng in the corner of the wall. The antique girl's boudoir looks very elegant.

He had been to Feng's house many times, but most of them stayed in Feng Zhiwei's room across the wall. Compared with Feng Zhiyu's seclusion, Feng Zhiwei is a little more naïve and superficial, the main color of her room is pink, which is the kind of princess room that can be seen everywhere.

Under the window there was a large desk with a drawing pressed with paperweight. Zhan Yi glanced at it from a long distance, and painted a poem from Zhang Ji's "Fengqiao Night Park", the moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. He had also learned a little bit of Chinese painting before, although only at a glance. But it can also be seen that Feng Zhiyu has a deep foundation and draws very well. This woman seems to have this deep affection for the moon......

In fact, he always knew that Feng Zhiyu was a very talented woman, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He also knows five languages: English, French, Japanese, German, and Spanish, and his writing is weak, like Lin Daiyu, but it's a pity that his heart is black......

Feng Zhiyu looked at him nervously. Rubbing his hands and smiling hard, "Ah Yi, are you here......"

"If it weren't for your parents saying they wanted to talk about the wedding, you thought I wanted to come?" Zhan Yi glanced at her impatiently. Only then did she notice that she tied her hair up, and said casually, "Why didn't you wear your hair today?" ”

"Oh, this?" Feng Zhiyu subconsciously touched his ponytail and smiled coquettishly, "Xiao Qi told me that it looks neater to tie it up like this, so I listened to her." ”

Zhan Yi raised his eyebrows, "It's indeed much better than your Sadako-like image." ”

There was a thick ridicule in his words, but Feng Zhiyu didn't care and still smiled. It seems that Xiao Qi is right, as long as she changes it slightly, he will be able to notice it immediately.

Zhan Yi didn't bother to talk nonsense with her here again, "What the hell is the matter with you calling me up?" If it's okay, I'll go. ”

"Wait a minute!" Feng Zhiyu suddenly stopped him. picked up an eyebrow pencil from the dresser and walked up, and asked a little worriedly, "Ah Yi, can you ...... Give me a thrush? ”

"What's that?" Zhan Yi was a little surprised at first, and then it was as if he had heard a joke. "Feng Zhiyu, how old are you and still playing this kind of trick?"

She was extra insistent this time, and handed the eyebrow pencil forward a few points, "Can it?" ”

Zhan Yi looked down at the long eyebrow pencil in her hand, and with a turn of his mind, he reached out and took it, and drew two random strokes on her eyebrows. Then he smiled proudly.

When his movements were over, Feng Zhiyu opened his eyes nervously and asked, "Are you okay?" Can I take a look? ”

After she finished speaking, she wanted to look in the mirror, but Zhan Yi suddenly grabbed her again, "Don't look at it, just now my aunt said that the meal is almost ready, let's go down and eat." ”

It was rare for him to take such an initiative, Feng Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and with a small joy in his heart, he still nodded and followed him downstairs.

Sure enough, the meals downstairs had been prepared, and the Feng family and his wife were also seated, and next to him was Feng Zhiwei, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain.

I saw the two of them go downstairs. Xu Meiyan first wanted to beckon them to come and sit, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Feng Zhiyu's hair, and immediately said in surprise: "Xiaoyu, your hair ......"

Feng Zhiyu smiled. "Mom, is it good-looking?"

"Good-looking, good-looking!"

Xu Meiyan's excited voice trembled a little. Ever since she had that scar on her face as a child, she has always had low self-esteem. I studied hard to arm myself, but I didn't even dare to tie my hair up, and I always covered my face with more than half of my hair. Now that she is like this, does it mean that she can finally muster up the courage to get out of the haze?

Feng Liguo next to him was also very happy. immediately beckoned them to sit down and eat together, Zhan Yi didn't say anything, and sat directly next to Feng Zhiwei, and kept serving her food during the banquet.

Feng Liguo first discussed the wedding with him, and saw that he had been talking to Feng Zhiwei and Feng Zhiwei, and turned his head to see that the eldest daughter next to him was eating a little lonely, and suddenly felt distressed, and raised his hand and threw the chopsticks on the table.

"War five less. Although my Feng family is not a wealthy family in Rongcheng, it is also a well-known scholarly family, I am afraid it is not suitable for you to make eye contact with your future sister-in-law like this, right? ”

Zhan Yi was faintly dissatisfied in his heart. Just wanted to say something, but Feng Zhiwei stood up abruptly and cried: "Dad, you obviously know that Brother Yi and I really love each other." But you have to let him marry my sister, are you worthy of me like this? ”

"Shut up!" Feng Liguo pointed at her nose and said sharply: "He will be your brother-in-law in the future!" Your sister will let you, don't be ignorant! ”

"Anyway, there is only one named Feng Zhiyu in your hearts, what am I! In that case, why did you give birth to me in the first place! After Feng Zhiwei finished speaking, she cried and ran upstairs, Zhan Yi turned his head and glared at Feng Zhiyu, and followed.

A good dinner was made like this, and the Feng family and his wife couldn't say anything angry, Feng Zhiyu simply comforted his father, and then prepared to go upstairs to explain to Zhan Yi.

Feng Zhiwei's door was open, and she was just about to raise her hand to knock on the door, when she heard Feng Zhiwei's cry from inside, "When did she let me?" She's loved to snatch my stuff since she was a child, shameless ......"

Zhan Yi hugged her, his expression was unprecedentedly gentle, "Okay, don't cry, I said she could rob it?" ”

"Then you swear to love me for the rest of your life......"

"Childish." Zhan Yi laughed at her softly, but still kissed her lightly on the forehead, "Don't worry, I only love Feng Zhiwei alone in my life." ”

The hand raised in mid-air finally put down silently, Feng Zhiyu pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, turned around and walked downstairs.

In her memory, there seems to be someone who once solemnly promised in her ear that she would love her only one person for the rest of her life. But time has passed, and the heroine has finally been replaced by someone else......