Looking at the ink paintings on the wall, Zhang Fan was stunned for a long time.

I didn't expect Feng Hui's previous appearance to be like this.

The current Feng Hui can be said to be a very mature and beautiful royal sister, in the past, she showed a trace of water and liveliness, and she was a typical pure and lovely girl.

Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze from Feng Hui's portrait, and then looked at the man who couldn't see clearly, and the baby he was holding in his left hand.

"The man in this portrait ......"

Zhang Fan looked sideways at Feng Lu, wanting to know the identity of the person in the portrait from her mouth, and seemed to see Zhang Fan's thoughts, and before he finished speaking, Feng Lu replied coldly: "The girl in Miao clothes is my sister, and that man is her favorite sweetheart two hundred years ago......

Speaking of this, Feng Lu glanced at Zhang Fan meaningfully and did not continue.

"Two hundred years ago, your sister's ...... Sweetheart?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan raised his head sharply and looked at the man who couldn't see clearly on the ink painting.

The man's face in the portrait has been blurred, making it impossible to see his true face.

"What? Feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing Zhang Fan's decaying expression, Feng Lu chuckled and spoke, his voice full of mockery.

"It's okay, it's okay, look at what scared you, it's all in the past, and then for some reason, my sister and her sweetheart got lost......

"Then, my sister searched for a long time alone in the red dust for her sweetheart, and then to this day, I really don't know what kind of shit luck you kid had, and you can be liked by my sister, it's really unimaginable."

"If my sister's sweetheart knows about this, my sister will definitely be so angry that she vomits blood, and that person will come and hack you to death with a knife!"

"To be honest, I think about it now, maybe my sister, the biggest reason why I like you may be that you look a little similar to her sweetheart."

Feng Lu didn't know where to move an old wooden bench, put it in the corner of the room, and sat down.

Her eyes fell on the ink painting, telling Zhang Fan some things about that year.

Zhang Fan listened quietly, he didn't interrupt, he just listened so quietly.

He knew that the main reason why Feng Hui fell in love with him must be due to the curse of the fear of the clown, if it was really according to normal development, almost no woman could take a fancy to him.

Zhang Fan also understands this and has always understood it.

"A lot of things happened back then, and we also suffered a lot of changes, if it wasn't for this man who saved us at a critical moment, we might have really died in the horrific sacrifice of that year."

"Do you know why I'm not optimistic about you? Because you are not worthy of my sister in any way."

"I don't know what my sister thinks."

"I'm so timid, and I don't take responsibility, it's so far from my sister's sweetheart."

"Forget it, it's come to this, I don't bother to hit you, anyway, it's not me who likes you, *** why do you want that."

Feng Lu stood up from the stool and stretched, not wanting to stimulate Zhang Fan anymore.

She was afraid that if it was too stimulated, Zhang Fan's little heart would not be able to stand it.

"You wait here for a while, and I'll get you a present."

Dropping such a sentence, Feng Lu patted the dust on his body and walked towards the side of the room.

Zhang Fan didn't pay too much attention to her departure, and his attention still fell on the ink paintings on the walls.

Yes, if a person like himself hadn't had the curse of the fear clown, it would probably be more difficult than climbing to the sky if he wanted to make Feng Hui fall in love.

Perhaps, the person Feng Hui really likes has always been the sweetheart of this ink painting.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's mood became extremely lost.

I knew that I shouldn't have come here, but now that I know this truth, it's too much

It's uncomfortable, it's a little uncomfortable and I can't breathe.

I don't know how long later, Feng Lu walked over with a red square box in her hand, she put the box on the table, pointed at Zhang Fan, and motioned him to open the box: "The gift my sister wants to give you is inside, you can open it yourself."

"It's ...... What is it?" Zhang Fan looked at the box on the wooden table, raised his head slightly, and asked.

"How do I know. This is a gift from her, I haven't opened it to look at it, you are really curious, just take a look for yourself." Feng Lu glanced at Zhang Fan a few times, and seeing that he was absent-minded, he suddenly laughed: "You shouldn't have been hit by what I just said, right?"

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, this was all more than two hundred years ago, my sister's sweetheart, since he hasn't been found for two hundred years, it means that he has long since died, you don't need to worry so much, now, she likes you." Well...... You're her sweetheart now."

Feng Lu comforted Zhang Fan, wanting him to cheer up and not look so decadent.

If Feng Hui knew that he was bullying Zhang Fan, there would definitely be no good fruit to eat when he turned around.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Fan was silent.

"Hey, hey, there's really no need for this, I'm just joking with you, are you really angry?!"

Seeing that Zhang Fan was silent, it was Feng Lu's turn not to be calm.

I thought it was just a joke with Zhang Fan, but I didn't expect to accidentally play big.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I can understand what you said." Zhang Fan smiled reluctantly, then came to the wooden table, and slowly opened the red box.

The box opened, and a pink scarf came into view.

At the moment of seeing this pink scarf, Zhang Fan was stunned at first, and then he was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly opened the system backpack and took out a scarf that was also pink from it.

Comparing this freshly taken out scarf with the scarf in the box, the two are exactly the same, and even the pattern on it is the same.

"Shhh

Zhang Fan gasped, his expression in disbelief.

How is this possible?

Why is the pink scarf that Gao Daqiang gave him exactly the same as the scarf that Feng Hui gave him?

Could it be a coincidence?

No, even if it's a coincidence, it shouldn't be, there are so many coincidences in the world.

Without waiting for Zhang Fan to ask, Feng Lu on the side couldn't help but widen her eyes, and she asked in surprise, "Why do you still have a scarf in your hand?" It can't have been given to you by my sister before, right?"

"No, this scarf in my hand was given by a sister, and it is different from Huihui's scarf."

"I don't know why."

Zhang Fan was also confused and didn't know why.

He put the pink scarf sent by Gao Daqiang into the system backpack, and carefully picked up the pink scarf in the box with his backhand.

The pink scarf is warm and cool, giving people a very reassuring feeling, and it seems that even the soul has been relaxed.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

It is very likely that the scarf that Feng Hui gave him may be the same as the scarf that Gao Daqiang gave him.

"This scarf was woven by Huihui herself?" Zhang Fan wrapped the scarf around his neck and looked at Feng Lu with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know, anyway, since I can remember, this scarf, she has always worn it as a baby, and she didn't even let it touch it before, maybe it was a gift from her sweetheart."

"I didn't expect it to be cheaper for you kid today." Feng Lu shook his head regretfully.

I still remember when I was a child, as long as I wanted to reach out and touch this pink scarf, I would be chased and beaten by Feng Hui, and then she didn't dare to touch it again.

Now it is incomprehensible to be given to Zhang Fan as a gift.

It seems that her sister really likes Zhang Fan from the bottom of her heart, otherwise she would not have given such a precious scarf to Zhang Fan as a gift.

"You have to cherish this scarf, don't let my sister's heart go to waste, or you'll be finished." Feng Lu glared at Zhang Fan and threatened.

"Of course I don't need you to remind me of this." Zhang Fan tightened the scarf and said.

Strange to say, after this scarf is wrapped, even if it is placed in spring and summer, it is not so hot.

Moreover, this scarf is taller and stronger, and it has a strong mellow fragrance, like the scarf is often soaked in sweet nectar by Feng Hui, so that after people smell it, they will always feel refreshed, and there is a kind of indescribable refreshment.

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