Pei Qian turned his head and glanced at the Feng Xi painting that was still unresponsive, and a trace of distress flashed in his heart.

He looked up at the wooden box, hesitated for a few seconds, and still couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart. Pei Qian stretched out his hand and easily carried the box on the bookshelf. I don't know if it's because it's often opened, Pei Qian found that there was not the slightest dust above the box.

And looking at the appearance of this box, it must be its owner who cherishes it very much.

Pei Qian was a little curious, maybe it was also full of books painted by Feng Xi? But this huge bookshelf, only a wooden box suddenly appears here, which inevitably makes people feel a little curious.

He did want to know what was inside. If it had been the past, he wouldn't have done it at all. But now, Pei Qian suddenly wanted to understand what the previous Fengxi paintings looked like.

Who is the "thank you brother" for?

Thinking of that unknown person, Pei Qian's heart felt a little more irritated for no reason.

He reached out and gently pushed the clasp in the middle of the wooden box.

With a "snap", the button of the box was easily pushed open by Pei Qian. He gently moved the clasp and slowly opened the box.

Everything inside also gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

There were no books in the box, but one after another of calligraphy and paintings, tied by a silver thread, neatly arranged in the middle of the box.

Pei Qian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, could these be calligraphy and paintings collected by Hua'er? But as far as he knows, in addition to being more interested in playing with flowers and plants, he doesn't seem to have a habit of collecting calligraphy and painting.

Open it and look at it, and you'll know what's inside.

Once a person's curiosity arises, if it is not lifted, it is just an endless continuation. Pei Qian thought to himself, since he had already opened it, then he would simply take a look at what was in it.

When the painting wakes up, he will confess to her. Pei Qian thinks that Hua'er shouldn't be angry with himself because of this incident, right? They are husband and wife, and there should be no secrets between husband and wife.

Pei Qian found a reason for being lame in his heart, and after excusing his behavior at this moment, he picked up one of the scrolls, gently pulled away the silver thread, and then slowly opened the painting.

A painting, with Pei Qian's movements, slowly appeared in front of him.

When he saw the scene in the painting, Pei Qian's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

I saw a handsome little boy drawn on a huge white paper, he was dressed in dark blue clothes, and his black hair was tied up with a small crown, completely revealing a small but already very handsome face.

The little boy had a maturity in his eyes that did not match his age, the little boy looked no more than six or seven years old, but his eyes already revealed that he was sensible.

He stood in the middle of a flower bush with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes looking into the distance, no one knew what he was looking at, and no one knew what this little boy was thinking.

Among the flowers next to it, one delicate flower after another is competing to open. They are beautiful, but they are not as attractive as the little boy in front of them.

What shocked Pei Qian's heart was the appearance of this little boy.

He was so familiar with himself, how could he not recognize it. The handsome little boy in front of him turned out to be his own appearance when he was a child. But how is this possible?

He has no impression at all, he met Feng Xihua when he was a child.

But the little boy in front of him is indeed him when he was a child. Isn't this shoe painting painted by Feng Xi?

Pei Qian quickly got rid of this thought, if it wasn't for the painting herself, she wouldn't have kept it in her room like a baby. And looking at this wooden box, I also have a certain thought, which by no means has only appeared in the past few days.

But how can there be a painting of your own childhood?

Pei Qian shook his head slightly, put the painting in his hand aside, and then picked up another painting and spread it out gently.

The protagonist in the painting is still the little boy, he is standing in front of a woman who can't see clearly, a pair of small hands behind his back, his face is full of stubbornness, and the solemnity in his eyes is also impossible to ignore. The little boy bit his lip tightly, his brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked directly at the woman in a gorgeous dress in front of him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Pei Qian didn't know why, such a scene would appear in his mind. It's just a painting, but in his eyes, it's like it's alive. He could sense the little boy's emotions at that time, what he was thinking.

This is clearly yourself!

And this scene, Pei Qian always felt that he seemed to have encountered it somewhere. But for a while, he couldn't remember anything.

At this moment, Pei Qian's heart was full of questions. In order to understand the doubts in happiness, Pei Qian opened another painting.

This time, the protagonist in the painting is no longer only the little boy, next to the little boy, there is a little girl in pink clothes, but the face of this little girl is blurred, and her appearance is not clear at all. But the little girl has two cute ponytails on her head and a cute dress, and she can vaguely see that this is a delicate girl.

The little girl stood next to the little boy, although she couldn't see her face clearly, Pei Qian could feel that this little girl seemed to be losing her temper at the little boy. The little boy looked at the little girl with an upright expression and his eyes were full of seriousness.

What exactly is this...... Who is this little girl?

Why was he completely unimpressed that he had met this little girl? Pei Qian's impression of childhood, in addition to his mother, is Yue'er.

If it is said that why Pei Qian likes Yue'er, it is entirely because they have met since they were children.

At that time, Yue'er was very cute, with a cute braid, wearing a cute dress, smiling sweetly at herself, and she liked to call her brother.

Yes, at that time, Yue'er also liked beautiful flowers......

It was Yue'er at that time that gave Pei Qian a lot of warmth at that time, although it was just a short meeting, but it was firmly remembered by him.

If it weren't for that, Pei Qian wouldn't have chosen to forgive her for so many things that Yue'er had done later. But now, Pei Qian has to admit that today's Yue'er is no longer the same as the little girl back then......

What was the little girl like at that time?

When Pei Qian thought of this, his spirit suddenly became a little more trance-like. I don't know why, the moon in his memory when he was a child can't overlap with the person in his memory.

On the contrary, the little girl in pink in front of her slowly coincided with the person she imagined.

How is this possible......

An idea suddenly popped up in Pei Qian's heart, but he immediately shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous. Could it be that the cute little girl he knew when he was a child was not Yue'er, but ...... Painting?

Otherwise, how would he interpret these calligraphy and paintings?

As long as you see the face of this little girl, maybe the truth will be revealed.

Thinking of this, Pei Qian stretched out his hand, took out a painting, and opened it in a hurry. This time, everything exposed in the painting made Pei Qian's heart almost stop beating!

The face of the little girl in the painting is clearly visible, she has big eyes, looking at the little boy in disbelief, the little boy is facing the woman in the gorgeous costume, and the woman's face is also clearly visible, it is clearly his mother!

The little girl's hand was hidden behind her, holding a beautiful flower tightly, which was clearly the "concubine drunk" that the mother loved the most. At that time, because of this flower, he chose to help this little girl, and was punished by his mother to go to the ancestral hall and knelt for two hours!

This incident, Pei Qian can never forget for almost the rest of his life. That was the first time, in his own name, that he chose to help a girl, and the only time he deceived his mother and took the blame for the little girl.

He even remembered seeing a cute little girl mischievously burrowing around among the flowers, with big beautiful eyes open and looking at the flowers curiously. The moment he made a movement and she looked over, it was like the sun suddenly shining in, which made the little boy at that time stunned.

He didn't think about it that much at the time, and when he heard his mother's question, he subconsciously stood up. Even he didn't understand why, he would be willing to do this for a little girl he didn't know.

Maybe at that time, fate was already doomed.

But he always thought that the little girl was Su Wanyue.

But now, Pei Qian stared closely at the little girl's face in the painting, with the same beautiful big eyes, long eyelashes, and small and cute cherry lips......

This is clear, it is the appearance of Feng Xi's painting!

This sudden truth caught Pei Qian off guard for a while. He finally understood why Feng Xihua suddenly wanted to marry him, it turned out that they had known each other for a long time......

However, Hua'er has been married to herself for so long, but she has never mentioned this past to herself. Did she think she had forgotten? Or has she been suffering in silence?

Pei Qian suddenly thought that he had hurt Feng Xihua three times and twice for Su Wanyue, and he didn't know what kind of mood she was looking at herself at that time......

Pei Qian's heart couldn't help but tighten just thinking of this. It turned out that the girl I liked when I was a child was always by my side, silently accompanying me.

He gently rubbed the edge of the wooden box, which was already a little shiny, and even a little paintless. Pei Qian stroked it gently, and it seemed to appear in front of him, Feng Xihua was gently rubbing the box and falling into memory.

Pei Qian couldn't help but sigh.

Painting, why are you so stupid?