In the study, the oil lamp was dimmed.

Hazy, the figures of Lin Xuan and Zhao Lin faded.

Lin Fan's breath tightened, wanting to keep it, but the hard wooden wedge in his palm reminded him that those old images could not be kept.

In the darkness and light, he suddenly saw a different figure.

Two young women, talking and laughing.

One is Cheng Qiao, who Lin Fan is very familiar with, and is the person he has called "mother" for 20 years.

Compared with the "old lady" in her impression, Cheng Qiao looked much more cheerful and happy at that time, with a smile between her eyebrows.

The other, with a slightly bulging belly, looked full of tenderness.

Lin Fan knew that this was Fang Yu.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and look at his birth mother.

The two cousins are five or six points alike, but Lin Fan still keeps those dissimilarities firmly in mind.

The birth mother had a higher eyebrow bone, a slightly curved lip angle, and a red spot the size of a fingernail on her neck, which should have been a birthmark......

Lin Fan remembered very seriously, he had to remember her.

The biological father has been buried in the ground, and the whereabouts of the biological mother are unknown.

Twenty years have passed, if she is still in the world, where will she be?

One day, if mother and son pass each other, the mother will not be able to recognize him.

His appearance could not be the same as that of a baby in swaddling clothes.

It's up to him to admit it.

He must be recognizable at a glance.

Those lamps burned out after all.

The wind rose again, a few wisps of green smoke, Lin Fan closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and looked at this study in a trance.

The transparent partition has a sense of solidity again, blocking the view.

The light of the day shines through the carved wooden panels of the doors and windows, and spills onto the floor tiles.

It's not that bright, but it's dazzling.

The rune spirit also fell from above, fluttering to the ground, and landed on the hem of Lin Fan's clothes.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand to lift it, and Fu Ling lay on his fingers on his stomach, a thin piece of paper, full of exhaustion.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Spreading out the palm of his other hand, Lin Fan's smile froze.

The wooden wedge was a noticeable change from what he had seen last night.

In the fine lines, the faint golden light was gone, as if it had lost all its spiritual power, and it looked dull.

A thought couldn't help but come to Lin Fan's heart.

He stood up, quickly straightened the hem of his clothes, walked briskly forward, and opened the door to the study.

Outside the door, Qin Luan heard the sound and turned his head.

Looking at each other, Lin Fan pursed his lower lip.

Qin Luan knew that his emotions would inevitably fluctuate, so he didn't ask immediately, but said, "Do you have to hurry up to the court?" ”

"Closed today." Lin Fan shook his head.

"It's a coincidence," Qin Luan smiled lightly, Lin Fan must also need some time to resolve the old scene he saw last night, she said, "I'll go in and collect everything." ”

Lin Fan responded with a "yes".

When Qin Luan came in, he turned sideways and gave way to her.

The formation was wiped off, the spiritual lamp was put away, and the rune paper was burned.

Qin Luan is very orderly, step-by-step, and orderly.

Lin Fan quietly watched her movements and asked, "I have seen my father and mother, can I see them like this again?" ”

Qin Luan's hand did not stop, and he did not taste the deep meaning of Lin Fan's question, so he only answered: "No, there is only one wooden wedge, and after using it, the spiritual power is dispersed." ”

Lin Fan secretly thought, sure enough.

He asked again, "How many pieces do you have?" ”

"It's been handed down from the previous generations," Qin Luan said, "Master got one and gave it to me." ”

Speaking of which, Qin Luan had a meal on his hand.

Almost instantly, she understood the reason why Lin Fan asked.

It's not that she greedily wants to see her old friend again, but why doesn't she use it herself.

Everything has been packed.

Lin Fan handed the exhausted Fu Ling to Qin Luan and said, "You said before that you have almost no memory of your mother, and with this wooden wedge, you could have met her. ”

Putting away the rune spirit, Qin Luan was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

Lin Fan didn't urge, just bent down and moved the cage containing the things out of the study.

Qin Luan stepped up and followed, closing the door of Lin Xuan's study again.

The two returned to Lin Fan's study one after the other.

The snacks that were not used up last night were still on the table, and the tea was already cold.

Qin Luan sat down, took a piece of mung bean cake, sipped half of it, and then said softly: "Although I have almost no memory of her, she has never disappeared from my life, I grew up listening to her stories."

My father would speak, my brother would speak, Aunt Lan would say, and as long as I wanted to listen, they would tell me what my mother thought of me.

Those are the truest of the past.

How she had looked forward to my birth, and her worries and reluctance when she knew my fate......

I can't see her old shadows, but she's always there for me. ”

That day, when he opened the wooden box, Qin Luan did not hesitate at all.

She was thinking very simply.

She hopes that Lin Fan can meet her biological parents.

Grandfather can tell the life of the first prince, how to fight, how to train soldiers; The eldest princess can say how the first prince is an elder brother; But it's hard for them to say what kind of father the former prince was.

The crown princess didn't know life and death, originally, there was Lin Xuan, who was most familiar with the former prince, but he also left.

The people who can talk carefully about their parents' love with Lin Fan are no longer here.

"I know what it's like to lose my mother," his long eyelashes trembled, Qin Luan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Fan, "The old can't be chased, but the living can remember." ”

There is only one chance to let Lin Fan see the way he came, and there is nothing to regret.

This time, it was Lin Fan who was silent.

I wanted to say something a few times, but when the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them again.

The throat was billowing and burning badly.

Qin Luan finished sipping the other half of the mung bean cake and said, "Grandpa Guo, you might as well draw it, what do you see them look like." Especially your mother, let the eldest princess and them see it after the painting, and if you want to find her in the future, it is good to have a portrait. Even if you can't see it for a lifetime, it's a thought. ”

Lin Fanshen bowed.

He had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

That being the case, just like Qin Luan said, draw it first, and take the opportunity to sort out the heavy thoughts.

Lin Fan got up and went outside first to ask Fang Tian to prepare some porridge and order breakfast.

He wasn't afraid of being hungry, but Qin Luan had been guarding all night, and he had to eat something hot to warm his stomach.

Then, when he returned to the bookcase, he took the drawing paper and spread it, pressed it on the paperweight, and put the ink on the pen.

One by one, he drew his mother's facial features.

During the period, Fang Tiansheng came early.

Lin Fan asked Qin Luan not to be polite, just use it first.

Qin Luan responded generously, sat at the table, and drank porridge slowly.

Lin Fan picked up the pen and put down the pen, looking at Qin Luan from time to time, his mood ups and downs.

He saw in Qin Luan that he compared his heart to his heart.

Qin Luan treated others with himself and gave him such an opportunity.

He was truly grateful.

In addition to gratitude, there is apprehension, and a voice in my heart is ready to move.

Qin Luan treats him so sincerely, does she also like him?

Even if it's just a little bit.