Chapter 334

This is a very common drawing paper. It seems that it has been some years, and it has been yellowing all around.

The snow opened slowly and carefully.

Compared with the pigeon eggs in Yuan Duoduo's mouth, snow fall is more novel. What kind of relics will Feng Xinglang's mother leave for her baby son.

The drawing paper was broken open, on which a man's profile was outlined with a drawing pencil.

It seems that we haven't finished the painting, only the bridge of the nose. The chin is just a simple stroke.

Snow slightly frown: this painting half of the man will be who?

On the drawing paper, the outline of a man's side is too common; xueluo has learned to sketch, and these simple strokes have not been able to draw the characteristics of this man at all.

Perhaps this man's face is imprinted in the painter's heart, but it is not completely expressed on the paper.

The only characteristic is the man's eye.

Although it has been a long time, we can still see the eagle like sharp eyes of the man on the drawing paper; it's just

It's just the end of the story. It's like a failure.

The man on the drawing paper is not old, but at the end of his eye, there is a wrinkle?

A wrinkle that looks quite clear!

Snow can't help but wonder: who is the man in the picture? Who painted this painting?

Xueluo picked up the red sandalwood 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 there is only one unfinished painting in it, which is enough to show the importance of this painting.

Moreover, this is the only legacy left by Feng Xinglang's mother, which further shows that this painting is more valuable than any money.

Xueluo thought that this painting should be painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

If it wasn't for her son Feng Xinglang, it must be her sweetheart.

It is thought that Feng Xinglang is an illegitimate child. He was brought back to his 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. That is the common father of Feng Xinglang and Feng Lixin!

Now think about it, Feng Lixin is really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang is the child of Xiao San, he can treat Feng Xinglang as his brother!

He also used his fresh life in exchange for the health of his brother Feng Xinglang.

Xueluo can't help but think: if her father gave birth to a naughty brother, she can't be as tolerant and generous as Feng Lixin.

It is not surprising why Feng Xinglang has been determined not to give up his life!

Alas, I wish I could have a brother like Feng Lixin to love me.

Snow's eyes moved down from the sketch and found a few lines below.

It doesn't look clear because there are some spots of brown blood.

But the content is familiar with snow. Because she also likes this poem:

I hear love

I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria

Like a sad wind

Through my bleeding meridians

The faith of years!

This is Tagore's love poem. It's beautiful and heroic.

Seeing Feng Xinglang's mother, she is also a woman who loves life and yearns for beautiful love.

Alas, why should a woman who yearns for a better life and insists on love be a third party in other people's families.

Can the power of love make her desperate?

The snow falls the low eyes of gloomy, stroked to caress the little darling in oneself belly, tiny sigh a.

Baby, do you want to leave your father?

The little guy was just silent.

You don't want to, do you? Snow fall some self deceiving self questions and answers.

Where will be the belly of the little darling do not want to ah, it is clear that you do not want to Lin xueluo.

If your father and our mother admit their mistakes and make amends, we'll forgive your father once, OK?

Well, xueluo feels stupid again!

I believe in love, but I can't hear love.

What I heard is only my own wishful thinking!

When I looked at the paper carefully from the beginning to the end, I found something new.

It seems to be signed. The font is not big, just six words.

[see me? Thinking of morning and evening]

after a long time of hard discrimination, xueluo only recognized five words, one of which was covered by blood, so it was impossible to distinguish.

What do you think of me?

Snow left to see right to see, but also with a mobile phone to zoom in, but still can not see what the word is.

It should be a love sentence.Maybe it could be: meet my love? Thinking of the morning and the evening?

Xueluo realized that there were spray like blood spots on the whole painting paper, which had become dark brown.

I remember Feng Lixin said that it seems that it was left by his father Feng Yishan. He said that when he was dying, Feng Yishan was looking at the painting.

It seems that Feng Xinglang's mother and Feng Yishan are deeply in love.

However, have they considered Feng Lixin's mother's feelings? She is Feng Yishan's original wife!

Forget it. This person has already passed away. What can we do to investigate the past!

What's more, the right and wrong may only be clear to their clients themselves!

Until her stomach was so hungry that xueluo put the drawing paper into the red sandalwood box, and then locked the red sandalwood box into her own bookcase.

"Honey, what would you like to eat tonight?"

A treasure: do I have a choice? Definitely not ramen, or sliced noodles!

"Why don't you go downstairs with mommy and have beef Ramen?"

A treasure: please, you are also the second wife of the family. Can you have a little pursuit and taste?

"If you don't say anything, you agree."

Mou Bao: I protest! Strong protest! I'm going back to my father's house to have a big meal made by grandma Ann!

But the arm can't twist the thigh, and finally a treasure was taken downstairs by a mother to eat beef Ramen!

The so-called beef ramen, only see the face, did not see the beef, OK?

What a unscrupulous businessman!

Some treasure: I want to order another bowl of noodles beef! Want to see beef only, do not see the kind of ramen!

Night village.

It's a piece of Mili. It's the time of carnival.

Of course, it's not for entertainment. He's here for Baimo.

It's not clear on the phone, it's more sincere in person.

In the luxurious private room of diamond grade, Bai Mo is arranging a beautiful lion's hair just washed and blown for his son Bai Xiaoye.

"The floor is dirty. I'll help you put on your shoes later."

But when the Tibetan mastiff saw Feng Xinglang coming in, he immediately jumped down from the sofa and ran to Feng Xinglang.

He rubbed on Feng Xinglang's calf, incomparably warm and hospitable!

"Bai Xiaoye, you are blind: I am your father!"