The closed door opened under Feng Zhuo's gaze.

Fu Ling walked out wearing a cloud smoke Luo skirt.

Feng Zhuo saw her come out, and quickly put his hands behind his back: "Ah, Ah Ling, happy birthday." ”

"Thank you." Fu Ling walked over and glanced behind Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo was nervous, and he was even more nervous when he was glanced at by Fu Ling.

Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo funny: "What are you hiding?" ”

"No, it's nothing...... Feng Zhuo blushed embarrassedly as he spoke.

Her purple eyes were shiny, her cheeks were a little red, and she looked more cute than usual.

Fu Ling's hands were a little itchy, and his eyes were always on Feng Zhuo's white and red face.

If you want to pinch, what should I do?

"There's really nothing to hide?" Although he wanted to pinch his face, Fu Ling was still more curious about what Feng Zhuo was holding in his hand at this time.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be something for her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been outside her house early in the morning, and when she saw her come out, she deliberately put her hands behind her back.

"Yes, yes......" Feng Zhuo heard Fu Ling's question and slowly put his hand in front of him.

Feng Zhuo held a hairpin in his hand.

The hairpin style is simple, but the whole body is red.

The red of blood.

Fu Ling looked at the hairpin, and somehow, inexplicably thought of the red robe that Feng Zhuo wore in the volcano.

"For me?" Fu Ling looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Feng Zhuo's eyes were shining and he looked at Fu Ling, and nodded embarrassedly.

"...... you" Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo's appearance and smiled a little.

How can it be so cute?

"Since it was given to me, I will accept it." Fu Ling took the hairpin, put it in his hand and looked at it, then looked at Feng Zhuo and asked, "...... your birthday?"

Whirling wanted to ask you when your birthday was.

But thinking that Feng Zhuo had no memory, he didn't ask again, and instead said, "When you are born, I will also give you something." ”

"Really?" Feng Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he looked directly at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling's heart softened when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Well, it's true. ”

But even if you want to send it, you have to wait for him to remember.

Give him a special gift when the time comes.

"Ah Ling." When Fu Ling put away the hairpin sent by Feng Zhuo, Ye Mingyuan and Ye Mingxuan appeared in the courtyard.

Ye Mingyuan didn't have any expression on his face, and Ye Mingxuan shouted as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Fu Ling looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I thought it was only Feng Zhuo so early, but I didn't expect you to be so early." ”

Ye Mingxuan ran to Fu Ling, looked at her and said, "Dad, the hall is ready, let's go over." ”

"Where's Bei Miao?" Fu Ling glanced behind the two of them, didn't see Bei Miao, raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Bei Miao is helping Dad put something in the hall, I'll see him in the past, let's go."

Fu Ling nodded, and took Feng Zhuo and the two of them to the hall together.

Today's Soul and Flute.

The whole mansion is very lively.

When the four of them arrived at the hall, the elders of the clan were all there, and Ye Mu was sitting at the top.

The gift of the festival is not a grand festival.

But Ye Mu was very distressed, so the preparation was very grand.

Fu Ling counted the rites once, and then accepted the gifts from Ye Mu and the rest of the elders, as well as the two brothers and Bei Miao.

After accepting all the gifts and chatting again, everyone sat down to eat together.

During the meal, Ye Mu couldn't hide the joy on his face, looked at Fu Ling and said softly: "Ah Ling, your uncle said that he won't come today, but he will come in person next year when you are born." ”