Chapter 334: You are blind, I am your dear!

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This is a very ordinary drawing paper. It seems to have some years, and it has begun to turn yellow.
The snow fell slowly and carefully.
Compared with the pigeon eggs in Yuan Duoduo's mouth, Snowfall is even more novel what kind of relic Feng Xinglang's mother would leave to her baby son.
The drawing paper was opened, with a pencil drawing the outline of a man's side.
It doesn't seem to be finished, only the bridge of the nose. The chin is just a simple tick.
Xue Luo frowned slightly: Who would this man who had half painted?
On the drawing paper, the profile of the man's profile is too ordinary; Xue Luo has studied sketching. These simple strokes failed to draw the characteristics of this man.
Perhaps the man's profile was imprinted in the painter's heart, but not completely expressed on paper.
The only thing that can be called a feature is the man's one eye.
Although it has been a long time, you can still see the sharp eyes of the man on the drawing paper; just ...
But at the end of this eye, it seems to be a failure.
The man on the drawing paper is not old, but at the end of his eyes, a wrinkle is drawn?
A wrinkle that looks pretty clear!
Xue Luo couldn't help wondering: Who is the man in this painting? Who painted this picture again?
Xue Luo picked up the rosewood box again, looked around, and shook it in her hand.
It's just an ordinary but expensive jewelry box.
There is no jewelry in the jewelry box, but only an unfinished picture is enough to illustrate the importance of this picture.
And this is the only relic left by Feng Xinglang's mother to Feng Xinglang, which shows that this painting is more valuable than any money.
Xue Luo thought that this picture should be painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.
If it was not her son Feng Xinglang who painted it, it must be her sweetheart who painted it.
Thinking of Feng Xinglang as an illegitimate child, he was brought back to Feng's family only after he was a few years old. So nine out of ten men in this painting are Feng Xinglang's biological father, Feng Yishan. This is the common father of Feng Xinglang and Feng Lixin!
Now thinking about it, Feng Lixin is really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang is the third child, and he can treat Feng Xinglang as his brother!
He also used his fresh life in exchange for the health of his brother Feng Xinglang.
Xue Luo couldn't help but think of it: if her own dad gave birth to a stubborn brother, she would not be as forgiving and generous as Feng Lixin.
It is not surprising why Feng Xinglang has been determined to refuse to give up his brother Feng Lixin's life!
Alas, I thought that Xueluo was looking forward to having a good brother like Feng Lixin who loved himself.
Xue Luo's gaze moved down from the sketch and found that there were still a few lines below.
It does not look clear because there is some spotted brown blood stains.
But the content is familiar to Xue Luo. Because she also likes this poem:
I hear love ...
I believe in love.
Love is a struggling cyanobacteria ...
Like a mighty wind ...
Through my blood loss meridians ...
Belief in the years!
This is Tagore's love poem. It's very beautiful and strong.
Seeing Feng Xinglang's mother, she is also a woman who loves life and yearns for good love.
Alas, the woman who yearns for a good life so much, why is she still a third party in someone's family?
Could the power of love make her desperate?
Xue Luo lowered his eyes sadly, caressed the little boy in his stomach, and sighed slightly.
Baby, do you want to leave your father?
The little guy was just silent.
Don't you want to? Xue Luo was a little self-deceiving, asking and answering.
Where would the little boy in the belly not want it? It is clear that you Lin Xueluo don't want it.
If your dad pleads guilty to our mother-in-law, our mother-in-law will forgive your father-daddy once?
Well, Xue Luo feels he's starting to be stupid again!
I believe in love, but I can't hear it.
What I heard was just my wishful thinking!
When I carefully looked at the drawing paper from the beginning to the end, there was still a new discovery in the snow fall.
Seems to be a drop. The font is not big, just six characters.
[See me? Si Chaomu
Xueluo tried to distinguish for a long time, and only recognized five words, one of which was covered by blood, it was really indistinguishable.
What do you see, Si Chaomu?
Xue Luo looked left and right, and zoomed in with her mobile phone, but still couldn't see what it was.
It should be a love story.
Maybe it is: See my love? Thinking of twilight?
Only then did Xue Luo realize that there were blood spots sprayed on the whole drawing paper, and it had turned dark brown.
I remember Feng Lixin said, this seems to be left by his father Feng Yishan. When it was said that he was dying, Feng Yishan was watching the picture.
It seems that Feng Xinglang's mother and Feng Yishan are so deep in love.
However, have they considered the feelings of Feng Lixin's mother? She is the original wife of Feng Yishan!
forget it. This person has already passed away, and he is still investigating what these old memories do!
Besides, what is wrong or right may only be clear to their parties!
It wasn't until his stomach was so hungry that Xue Luo packed the painting paper in a rosewood box, and then locked the rosewood box in his own bookcase.
"Baby, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Some treasure: Do I have a choice? It must be either ramen or knife noodles!
"Will you go downstairs and eat beef ramen with Mommy?"
Some treasure: Come on, how about you are also the second wife of Fengjia Dangjia, a little pursuit and taste?
"If you don't say anything, you agree."
Some treasure: I protest! Outcry! I'm going back to my dad's house for a meal made by Grandma An!
But his arms could n’t twist his thighs. In the end, some treasure was taken downstairs by a mother to eat beef ramen!
The so-called beef ramen only meets, but no beef?
What an adulterer!
Some treasure: I want to order another bowl of ramen beef! See only beef, not the kind of ramen!

Yezhuang.
Mi Li. It's the time of the carnival.
Feng Xinglang came to Yezhuang, of course, not for entertainment. He came to Bai Mo.
It wasn't clear on the phone, and he was more sincere in person.
In the diamond-level luxury private room, Bai Mo is organizing a beautiful lion head hair that has just been washed and blown to his own son Bai Xiaoye.
"The ground is dirty, help you put on your shoes later."
But when this lion-headed Tibetan mastiff saw Feng Xinglang entering the door, he jumped off the sofa immediately regardless of the dirt on the floor, and rushed towards Feng Xinglang.
Walking around Feng Xinglang's calf, extremely warm and hospitable!
"Bai Xiaoye, you are blind: I am your dear!"