It was a very ordinary piece of paper, which seemed to be a few years old, and had begun to turn yellow all around.

The snow falls slowly and carefully.

Compared with the pigeon eggs in Yuan Duoduo's mouth, the snow falling is more novel What kind of relics Feng Xinglang's mother will leave for her precious son.

The drawing paper was opened, and the silhouette of a man was outlined in drawing pencil on it.

It seems that the painting is not finished, only the bridge of the nose is drawn. And the chin is just a simple hook.

Xueluo frowned slightly: Who will this half-painted man be?

On the drawing paper, the man's side outline is too ordinary; Xueluo had learned to sketch, and these few simple strokes failed to draw the characteristics of this man at all.

Perhaps the man's profile is imprinted in the artist's heart, but it is not fully expressed on the paper.

The only thing that can be called a characteristic is the man's one eye.

Although it has been a long time, I can still see the sharp eyes of the man on the drawing paper; It's just that......

It's just that this tail of the eye seems to be a failure.

The man on the drawing paper is not old, but at the end of his eye, a wrinkle is drawn?

A wrinkle that looks pretty clear!

Xueluo couldn't help but wonder: who is the man in this painting? And who painted this picture?

Xueluo picked up the rosewood box again, looked around, and shook it a few times in his hand.

It's just an ordinary, but expensive jewelry box.

The fact that there is no jewelry in the jewelry box, but only an unfinished painting, is enough to show the importance of this painting.

And this is the only relic left by Feng Xinglang's mother to Feng Xinglang, which shows that this painting is more valuable than any money.

Xueluo thought that this should be painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

If it weren't for her son Feng Xinglang, who painted it, it must be her sweetheart who painted it.

thought that Feng Xinglang was an illegitimate child, and he was only brought back to the Feng family after he was a few years old. So nine times out of ten, the man on this painting is Feng Xinglang's biological father, Feng Yishan. That is, Feng Xinglang and Feng Lixin's common father!

Now that I think about it, Feng Lixin is really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang is a child of the junior, he can treat Feng Xinglang like a younger brother!

also used his fresh life in exchange for the health of his younger brother Feng Xinglang.

Xueluo couldn't help but think: If her own father gave birth to a very naughty younger brother to herself, it would be impossible for her to be as tolerant and generous as Feng Lixin.

It is not surprising why Feng Xinglang has been stubbornly refusing to give up his brother Feng Lixin's life!

Alas, I want Xue Luo to hope that I can have a good brother like Feng Lixin to love me.

Xueluo's gaze moved down from the sketch and found that there were still a few lines of words underneath.

Because there are some dotted brown blood stains, it doesn't look clear.

But the content is familiar to Xueluo. Because she also loves this poem:

I hear love ......

I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae......

Like a mournful wind......

Through the meridians where I lost blood......

Faith stationed in the years!

This is Tagore's love poem. It's poignant and it's heroic.

Seeing Feng Xinglang's mother, she is also a woman who loves life and yearns for beautiful love.

Alas, why should such a woman who yearns for a better life and is obsessed with love be the third party of someone else's family.

Could it be that the power of love can make her desperate?

Xueluo lowered her eyes gloomily, stroked the little girl in her stomach, and sighed slightly.

Baby, do you want to leave your daddy?

The little one was just silent.

You don't want to, do you? Xueluo asked and answered some self-deceptive questions.

Where will it be the little girl in the stomach who doesn't want to, it's clear that you Lin Xueluo don't want to.

If your father admits his mistake and makes amends to our mother, will our mother and son forgive your father once, okay?

Well, Xueluo feels like she's starting to be stupid again!

I also believe in love, but I can't hear love.

What I heard was just my own wishful thinking!

When I looked at the paper from beginning to end, I made a new discovery.

It seems to be a drop-off. The font size is not big, just six words.

See me? Thinking of the morning and evening

Xueluo tried hard to distinguish for a long time, and only recognized five words, one of which was covered by blood, and it was really impossible to distinguish.

See me what, think of the morning and dusk?

Xueluo looked left and right, and zoomed in with his mobile phone, but he still couldn't see what the word was.

It should be a love sentence.

Maybe it is: See my love? Thinking of the morning and twilight?

Only then did Snow Fall realize that there were sprays of blood on the entire paper, which had turned dark brown.

I remember Feng Lixin said that this seems to have been left by his father Feng Yishan. said that when he was dying, Feng Yishan was looking at this painting.

It seems that Feng Xinglang's mother and Feng Yishan are really in love with each other.

It's just that have they considered Feng Lixin's mother's feelings? She is Feng Yishan's original wife!

Forget it. This person has already passed away, and what are you doing with these old things!

Besides, the right and wrong may only be known to the parties themselves!

It wasn't until her stomach growled with hunger that she put the paper into the rosewood box, and then locked the rosewood box in her bookcase.

"Baby, what do you want to eat tonight?"

A certain treasure: Do I have a choice? It's definitely not ramen, it's knife-cut noodles!

"Is it okay to go downstairs and eat beef ramen with Mommy?"

A certain treasure: Please, you are also the second wife of the Feng family, a little pursuit and taste, okay?

"If you don't say anything, it means you agree."

A certain treasure: I protest! Strong protest! I'm going back to my father's house to eat Grandma An's big meal!

But his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and in the end, a certain treasure was taken downstairs by a certain mother to eat beef ramen!

The so-called beef ramen, you only see noodles, not beef, is it good?

What a profiteer!

A certain treasure: I want to order another bowl of ramen beef! You want to see only beef, not ramen!

Night Villages.

A piece of beauty. It's the time of the carnival.

Feng Xinglang came to the night village, of course, not for fun. He came to find Bai Mo.

It was not clear on the phone, but it was more sincere in person.

In the diamond-level luxury private room, Bai Mo was arranging a beautiful lion head hair that had just been washed and blown for his own son Bai Xiaoye.

"It's dirty on the ground, I'll help you put your shoes on in a moment."

But when this lion-headed Tibetan mastiff saw Feng Xinglang who entered the door, he didn't care about what was dirty on the ground, and immediately jumped off the sofa and ran towards Feng Xinglang.

Rubbing on Feng Xinglang's calves, extremely warm and hospitable!

"Bai Xiaoye, you are blind: I am your father!"

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