Feng Yin listened to Xu Li's narration and frowned unconsciously.

Cao'er's experience, the rhythm of the proper protagonist.

Do you really want to be involved with her?

Xu Li did not find any abnormality in Feng Yin.

When she said this, she suddenly grabbed Feng Yin's hand excitedly as if she had been injected with chicken blood and said, "Do you know, that grass vomited blood as she spoke." ”

"I said that I was trying to earn money for my family to repair a house, and I almost put my life into it."

"Let me tell you about Zhang Feng's, the grass at that time was really pitiful, many people cried, and they all accused Mrs. Xuan of not being a person."

"I also scolded that the other rooms of the Xuan family are not a thing, and my brother's life has become like this, why do you still suck other people's blood?"

Feng Yin looked at Xu Lishi, who was talking lively, but her eyes were red, and patted her hand speechlessly: "Okay, don't say it, look at your heart." ”

Xu Li raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, but he didn't stop: "I'll tell you about Zhang Feng." ”

"You didn't see how miserable the grass was at that time, she kept vomiting blood and kept telling Li Zheng and the village chief that she wanted them to starve to death in the second room, and she was willing to take out the money."

"Really, many of us think that the second room of the Xuan family is too miserable."

The corners of Feng Yin's mouth twitched, but she didn't see it in person, and she didn't feel good at expressing her opinions, so she just listened quietly.

Sure enough, in the end, the second room of the Xuan family got his wish, and under the witness of the village chief Li Zheng and many villagers, he broke away from the people in the old house.

The more I listened to Feng Yin, the more I felt that this was the operation of the protagonist in the crossing.

But what is it that I and Zhang Yiming came through here?

When Xu Li said that he had enough to say goodbye and leave, Feng Yin immediately returned to the main house.

Pushing open the door, I saw Zhang Yiming sitting cross-legged on the kang, with rice paper on the kang table, and the man was writing a book on the desk.

Feng Yin hurriedly leaned over with light steps, stretched her neck to look at the rice paper.

I saw a picture of a beautiful young woman wearing a professional suit and a pair of orange sunglasses on her head.

The environment around the woman was the business class of the plane.

She sat in her seat, her eyes shining and her head tilted, talking to someone.

From that angle, Feng Yin could see that it was the scene when the two of them first met.

It's just that there is no man in the whole painting, but she feels that he is everywhere when she understands the situation at that time.

I have to say that the man's painting level is a rare master in her past and present lives combined.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming is leaving a poem in the blank:

"The vast sea of people finally meets, the sudden fall of the catastrophe is with the body, the providence of the homeland is far away, and the dream wakes up happy to reunite."

When Zhang Yiming put down the last stroke, he looked at the work he had just completed with satisfaction, and his face couldn't help but show a touch of tenderness.

"Bang bang."

The abrupt deep voice woke up the man who was immersed in his creation.

"Moan."

Zhang Yiming looked for the sound, and saw Feng Yin standing under the kang, and his old face couldn't help but redden, "Ahem, when did you come back?" ”

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When you were composing poetry." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the freshly baked painting and the poems on the painting, and couldn't help but feel a trace of sweetness in his heart.

This feeling has never been felt before, but she likes it very much.

Zhang Yiming's old face turned a little redder, and he touched his nose in a sneer: "It's a casual work, don't laugh at me." ”

Feng Yin looked at him teasingly, and his tone was quiet: "Listen to what you mean, you don't care about this painting and this poem at all?" ”

Zhang Yiming was taken aback by her words: "......"

This proposition must be thought of before it can be answered.