Wei San took the folding fan, stared at the poem on it, looked at it in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, sighed softly, put down the folding fan, and sat for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, picked up the folding fan, unfolded it, word by word, and carefully read the poems on it.

Although the fan is Cen Xiyan's, it does not mean that the calligraphy and painting on it are also from Cen Xiyan's hand, but looking at the flying and wanton handwriting, Wei San already believes in his heart that this word is from the hand of the young man who follows the wind, and they all say that the words are like his person, and the handwriting on this fan is really like the young man's free and easy character, but I don't know, is the poem above made by him?

The person who can write this poem is definitely amazing! In the poem, the proud personality, the arrogance of seeing through the red dust, and the detachment and relief of living life are vividly displayed, seemingly free and uninhibited, but faintly revealing the loneliness of everyone in the world is drunk and I am awake, what kind of person can make such a wonderful and free verse?

"Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it." Is it? Is it the teenager? Obviously he is still so young......

However, that young man has a maturity, quietness, and wisdom that obviously does not match his age, and his unruly and free temperament is very suitable for the artistic conception of this poem......

Wei San thought about it for a long time, and finally retracted his mind, put the folding fan back into the fan bag, and put it away seriously, at this moment he had made up his mind in his heart, this folding fan, he was not ready to return it!

Early the next morning, Cen Xiyan found that he had lost something.

She rummaged through her rest pod, but couldn't find the missing fan, so she went on the splint and searched for it.

Gazi saw that she was looking for something, so she jumped down from the lookout, "Follow the wind, what are you looking for this early morning?" ”

Cen Xiyan replied without raising his head, "I'm looking for a dark fan bag, which contains an ivory folding fan, Gazi, you have good eyes, help me find it." ”

"Okay." Gazi agreed, not only to help find it himself, but also to find two sailors to help find it.

Several people searched for a long time, but found nothing.

Gazi scratched his head and asked, "Suifeng, have you found your room?" ”

"I looked for it, but I didn't."

"Are you sure you're bringing that fan with you?"

"I guess I brought it......"

"Then how could it be gone......"

The sailors on this ship are all acquaintances who have followed their father and son for many years, and they know the roots, so Gazi didn't think about the possibility of theft at all, and Cen Xiyan didn't think about it either.

Cen Xiyan thought about it carefully, as if when she was chatting with the old fisherman and the catfish father and son, she also casually played with the fan bag on her waist, but she didn't take out the folding fan, and then found that the fan was missing in the morning.

In the last night, in addition to sleeping in the cabin, she only drank a pot of tea on the splint and chatted with Wei San for a few days......

That's right, Weisan! Before entering the cabin, she had only come into contact with the sailor and Weisan who delivered the stove, and if the sailor had picked it up, she should have returned it to her at that time, because for the sailors on the ship, the fan was useless at all, and Weisan......

Coincidentally, at this time, Wei San also came out of the cabin, and when he saw Cen Xiyan, he walked over and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Suifeng, it's early." ”

"Early." Cen Xiyan stared at Wei San with some suspicion in his eyes.

"Brother Suifeng, why do you look at me like this?" Wei San asked suspiciously.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just think that the third son of Wei has a good complexion today."

"Really?" Wei San smiled.

"By the way, I don't know when one of my fans fell last night, did you see it?" Cen Xiyan simply asked directly.

"Huh? Did Brother Suifeng lose his fan? Wei San showed a natural expression of surprise on his face, "I didn't see it, what kind of fan is it?" Is it important? I'll help find it too? ”

Cen Xiyan carefully looked at Wei San's facial expression, and finally shook his head and said, "It's just an ordinary fan, it's not very valuable, it's just easy to use, forget it, don't look for it." ”