Chapter 397

Feng's family is in the north, while Feng Yan's grandfather's family is in the south. In those years, the reason why the two children came together was mainly the friendship during the war and the game of power.

Judging from the location of the tube tower, Feng Yan's grandfather is also a general. Unfortunately, he died early and his family is sparsely populated. Most of the photos on the shelf are simple photos of a third generation family.

The one Qin Qing held in her hand was a little special.

The edges and corners of the old photos have turned yellow, and the black-and-white photography is adopted. The old people in the picture are still young, holding a pair of lovely little girls from left to right, all of whom are about ten years old. The little girl on the left has beautiful short hair and is valiant. She looks a little similar to young people in her eyebrows. She should be Feng Yan's mother.

However, what attracted Qin Qing's attention was the little girl on the right. She had long black hair in a shawl, like the light eyebrows and eyes depicted by ink pen. She was cold and self-contained. Standing there with only a book in her arms, there was a kind of beauty that was about to come out of the picture frame.

"Who is she?" she whispered unconsciously and asked the girl's identity. She always felt that the other party's temperament was particularly similar to Chu fan's mother Lin Yunxiu.

Feng Yan was stunned. She didn't seem to expect that she would see this picture, so she whispered, "my mother's good friend lived here for some time when she was a child, and hasn't seen it for many years."

He is not a person who sees things and thinks of people. Especially after his mother disappears, the family usually only displays photos of the elderly. I'm afraid Oman accidentally put it out when cleaning up.

Originally, Qin Qing observed the photo to mention the topic of Feng's mother, but the gentle girl in the photo firmly attracted her eyes. There was a voice in her heart urging her to understand the general, "what's her name?"

In this way, Yushu Lanzhi, like a gentle and moving woman like a camphor tree, should have a very beautiful name.

Feng Yan looked at her, and the familiar words overflowed from his thin lips, "Qin Wan."

"Late Qin Dynasty."

The voice in Qin Qing's heart sounded almost at the same time as the man. After getting the answer, Qin Qing felt a little strange. He stared at the people in the picture. Yuexiong's mouth suddenly swelled with acid.

"What's the matter?" Feng Yan came around from behind and hugged her. He was keenly aware of the difference. "Why are you so curious about her?"

Unlike a real 18-year-old child, a girl's mind is full of all kinds of curiosity. She always has a clear goal. It is very rare to probe into a stranger like this.

"I don't know." Qin Qing rarely showed a confused look, gently stroked the quiet and elegant face in the photo frame with her fingertips, gently shook her head and said, "just looking at her, I feel a little sad. Maybe her temperament is too quiet to meet her age."

There is no ten year old child who should be naive, lively and wantonly publicized. The excessive silence looks like a doll, but it is too fragile.

After death, Feng Yan tightened his arm and drew people close to him. Then he opened his mouth and replied, "your intuition is right. Qin Wan died soon after he married abroad."

While talking, he stared at the little girl in the picture and frowned. Maybe he thought the other party's ending was bad, so he didn't say something similar to the girl.

Speaking of temperament inconsistent with age, gentle and elegant, girls are a typical example.

Qin Qing vaguely noticed something, gently leaned against the broad arms behind him and said, "you don't like her?"

Although the man's mood is deep and his tone is always calm and frozen, she can still feel some details of collateral branches after a long time.

As a result, this was a taboo against Feng Yan. Without saying a word, he screwed up his eyebrows. When he was extremely dissatisfied, he said, "I only like you."

Like, that is a person's experience of having a happy mood for something or people, especially for the opposite sex. It is an adjective that can't be used indiscriminately.

"?!" Qin Qing choked and twitched uncontrollably at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't tell whether it was intentional or true from the other party's solemn tone. In short, she wanted to play with the exiles again when she hit the ball straight.

After a while, Feng Yan explained again, "Qin Wan's death hit my mother very hard. It was only then that she had the signs of attack."

Attack means falling into a state of madness.

Neither of them mentioned this topic since she woke up. And Feng Yan also knows that once the secret is exposed, it can no longer be hidden. After all, he still has to face it.

Hearing him mention it on his own initiative, Qin Qing was also secretly relieved. He covered his big palm with his small hand and gently comforted, "have you witnessed her attack?"

In fact, the answer to this question is obvious. Otherwise, the brothers and sisters who have closed the family for so many years will not be so persistent and want to explore the roots in their own blood.

"HMM." Feng Yan's voice was a little dark, calm as a deep lake, "Eighteen years ago, Feng's family announced her death. In fact, she was just locked up at home. On the small pavilion, she often cried bitterly and occasionally had a tendency to violence. Less than a year ago, her father said she was dead. But four years ago, Xiao Yue suddenly told me that she was still alive and in the hands of the gambling king."

Eighteen years ago, Feng Yan, only seven years old, witnessed his mother's madness and became the most profound memory of his childhood.

"Then you and Feng Yue..." Qin Qing hesitated and decided to spread out all the questions.

Feng Yan took her to the sofa and sat down. He looked at the old locust tree outside the iron window and told the frightening years one by one.

At the age of seven, Feng Yan only remembered his mother's ferocious face, but when fashion was in infancy, Feng Yue was frightened and cried all night. Father couldn't stand leaving home and left him looking after his sister.

Later, he was thrown into the army. His crazy memory of his mother made him fearless on the battlefield. The result of each psychological evaluation was too irritable. When he was promoted to major, he was free to go in and out of the camp, and finally went home to see his sister, Feng Yue had become a grumpy and arrogant little sister, mingling between the wine table and the gambling table. At that time, there was a sign of losing control of his mood.

When Feng Yue happily told him that his mother was still alive, his first thought was to stop her from looking for her.

However, it was too late.

"Brother, have you forgotten that we are all geniuses with IQ up to 500. Don't I know that my mother is actually crazy?"

At that time, Feng Yue, who was only 14 years old, looked at him with an innocent and romantic look, but his eyes were full of endless darkness.

At that time, he knew that they were all cursed.