Chapter 155: Would you still marry him

Feng Xingyan depressed the sourness in his eyes. If he liked her earlier, how happy would they be?
He smiled bitterly and regained his spirit. "When I was a kid... I was about six or seven years old, I once drank alcohol and then got drunk and broke my grandpa's antiques by mistake. You should remember my grandpa. Like you, praise you every time I see you."
"I remember..." Shang Zhen's pale fingers tapped his chin. "He always gives me delicious sugar."
Feng Xingyan's eyes were soft, "Yes, it's him, he treats you and Yan Yuese, but he is very harsh on me, especially when I broke his favorite antiques, he punished me fiercely, asking me not to drink anymore, and Scolding me in front of the whole family, saying that I was so frantic when I was a kid, how can it be grown up?"
Feng Xingyan's elegant voice revolved inside the small cave with a hint of smile and warmth.
"I was very dissatisfied at the time and thought he was really annoying! So since then, I never said a word to him again, nothing at all, and later... after half a year, he died, and before he died , Pass me all the shares in his hand, and you can inherit after 18 years old."
"Dead..." Shang Zhen's eyes flashed a lonely glance.
"Well, it's dead." Feng Xingyan touched her hair. "When he died, it happened to be my birthday. The banquet at home was set up, but he died suddenly. That was my first. The second contact with death, especially when he died, took my hand and talked, which made me very impressed and a little scared, but I couldn’t show fear, and I lost sleep at night."
"When I was insomnia, I remembered what he said to me before he died. I didn't understand it and felt a lot of pressure. I remembered that drinking was confusing, so I went to drink some wine and just got a good night's sleep."
"In the next few years, every birthday night, I will have insomnia. I will remember my grandfather’s face and words that I can understand gradually, and then go to drink to spend the night peacefully. Gradually, I have a birthday. The habit of drinking is also unwilling to celebrate because my birthday is his abstinence."
"It turns out this way..." Shang Zhen grunted, "It's not fun at all!"
"Ok?"
"I thought it would be an interesting story, not interesting at all..." she complained, her mouth muttering, not to mention how cute it was.
Feng Xingyan broke away from the faint melancholy in an instant, and looked at her, but she didn't know what to do.
"I'll tell you something interesting!"
Shang Zhen smiled slyly and shouted, "Do you know where I came from?"
Feng Xingyan cooperated with her and said with a smile, "I don't know, just tell me!"
"Huh!" Shang Zhen started to talk about how she got the bottle, how to make fruit wine, and how to hide from the sky, including when she crushed the fruit, she was splashed by the juice, and she was almost found when she buried the bottle Now, how she witted the sky across the sea, and the process was so dazzling that she said, so that Feng Xingyan's mind, the girl who will always only show a shy expression, immediately became alive!
"I stole glutinous rice in the second year! I got rice in the third year!" When she said this, her expression suddenly fell lonely...
"In the fourth year, I didn't have to hide in this way because my grandparents died..."
Feng Xingyan instantly felt that his heart was pulling up, wishing to hug her in her arms.
"The stepmother is not good to me. Every time when I am sad, I will come here to live alone. The mountain is so quiet, but it still makes me feel safer than in a big house. Every time I feel scared, I was thinking, if there are ghosts, grandparents will protect me!"
Feng Xingyan squeezed her hand tightly, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't, I will protect you in the future!"
Shang Zhen did not respond, but he rallied and dug out the wine jars one by one.
Feng Xingyan also helped. All of a sudden, his clothes and pants were stained with mud and dust, just like two children playing with mud.
Shang Zhen counted again carefully, and suddenly said in a dreamlike tone.
"You said, Brother A Yan knew I was so hard, would he be happy?"
Feng Xingyan was shocked, he finally knew what he ignored! Shang Zhen used to call him "Brother Ayan", or Brother Yan as Yue Mengru, but from that day on, she never called his name, and she didn't feel intimate at all, just like a stranger. , Like the enemy...
At the same time when he felt uncomfortable, he heard Shang Zhen's question, and he felt happy, and his mood was contradictory and complicated, but his joy still prevailed.
"He will be very happy! He... he will love you more and will be very happy!"
Hearing Feng Xingyan's pledge, Shang Zhen began to dig earth happily again. She seemed to like to hide good things, just like small animals.
She dragged out a wrapped wooden box. If Shang Qingqing is here, she must be mad, because there is a treasure she misses in this wooden box!
Shang Zhen opened the box, and some beautiful boxes with ancient rhymes appeared in front of the two people. The things in these boxes were all uploaded by Shang Zhen's grandmother and they are all good things! However, these are not important. Shang Zhen straightly took out a dark green box, and after opening, there was also a trigger finger. The difference was that the seal finger of the Feng family was emerald green, and this one in her hand was blood jade!
She carefully touched it twice, and said, "Grandma gave it to me while she was alive. She said that the family gave precious tokens, and our family will also return a token. Although the family is not as good as others, it should not be underestimated. go with……"
This is definitely the original word. Feng Xingyan seemed to be able to imagine what tone the old lady who seemed very book-like would say this sentence.
Shang Zhen played with it and said softly, "But I know Brother A Yan will not accept it, so I hid it and never took it out. You said, one day, Brother A Yan will accept my things. ?"
She was so embarrassed that she was rejected a lot, and she lost all the courage to tentatively, just like these wines, she prepared every year, but since her grandparents died, she never tried to send them out again.
Feng Xingyan finally couldn't help but hug her. He sat on the ground and hugged Shang Zhen carefully in his arms, as if protecting the rare treasures.
"You really love him..." Feng Xingyan stared at her with red eyes. "Do you still love him now?"
Shang Zhen looked at him strangely, "You are so strange, how come I don't love him?"
"in case!"
Feng Xingyan took a deep breath, carefully, asking one by one.
"If he can survive, would you still marry him?"