Chapter 620

He was almost forcibly dragged to that unfamiliar room. Two exaggerated red silk cloths were attached to the pillar, and the ink splattered on it hadn't dried up yet, and it looked like it had just been written down. Looking at the number of frivolous and elegant words, except for Helanbo, he couldn't find anyone else. It's just the couplet on it that makes Feng Qingge embarrassed.

The spring breeze is intentional, and Qiulan is affectionate.

With four simple and clear words, you can see through the meaning of the above at a glance. This wind is naturally what she is talking about, and this Lanzi... is himself. The plaque above is still empty with no inscription.

With his hands on his hips, Helanbo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What, these two sentences I wrote are good, right? Feng Er Shui, help me write a word in wild cursive. How much face I have to say it like this!"

"Helan, if that's all, then I'll go back first." Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning, and turned to leave.

Knowing that Feng Qingge was coming, He Lanbo hurriedly grabbed her arm and said with a smile: "Of course it's not this baby, you come in with me, my baby is in the room, I promise you will like it, come …”

"Helanbo!"

Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard made a slight sign, a pair of smart eyes looked towards Helanbo's courtyard, and when she saw the two people entering the room, her heart skipped a beat. Biting his lip slightly, he slowly leaned against the familiar yard. His eyes fell on those two couplets, his weak body trembled violently, and his eyes were full of tears.

As she got closer, she approached the door of the room, she just leaned against the doors and windows and listened to the movement inside.

He Lanbo's room is just like his. The entrance is a big statue of golden light. If the light in this room is too dark, otherwise Feng Qingge's eyes will definitely be flashed. Looking at it, the statue actually looks exactly the same as He Lanbo! I have never seen someone so cheeky to worship his own statue.

Behind the statue, there is a portrait hanging, a man and a woman are standing side by side. The man looks a bit like He Lanbo, but he has a more mature taste. On the other hand, the woman on the side had long hair and a shawl, showing a shallow smile. This smile was very similar to He Lanbo.

"Daddy, I'm back. It's been two years, and I haven't cleaned you up well. Come on, Ershui, bye bye." He reached out and patted Feng Qingge's shoulder. He Lanbo took out three cigarettes and handed them to Feng Qingge. , I also lit three cigarettes, and inserted them into the incense burner after three prostrations.

Looking at the little white smoke rising, Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning. She really didn't know Helanbo. She didn't expect that his parents had already passed away. to them. Thinking of Hongzhe in the previous life, they were all orphans, gathered together, and gradually developed feelings.

I still remember them at that time, often sitting back to back, imagining what it was like to be at home. It just didn't occur to him that in this life, he still did not enjoy the love of his parents. The cigarette in his hand was still burning, Feng Qingge recalled his memory, imitated He Lanbo, and bowed three times to the portrait in front of him.

At least in this life, I know who my parents are. Unlike her, she still doesn't know where her parents are, occupies another person's body, but can't do anything.

"Good, that's right, come here." Touching Feng Qingge's little head, the corner of Helanbo's mouth twitched upwards and quickly walked towards his room.

Only then did Feng Qingge find out that Helanbo's room was very simple. Although the entrance was a portrait, on the left hand side of the entrance was Helanbo's small study. There are also several cluttered books on display. The sharp-eyed Feng Qingge couldn't help squinting her eyes, looking at the book under one of the books, and the word "Spring Palace", she knew how He Lanbo could read books seriously.

Helanbo's bed is also very simple, uh... It can be said that only gold threads are left. Whether it is the bed or the curtains, they are all made of gold threads. At first glance, I thought it was Zheng Zixu's boy. Possessed, engaged in such a luxurious thing. And the two bulky agarwood wardrobes had already been opened, and they were full of crescent-white clothes.

I saw Helanbo pouting his big ass, and he was almost buried in the closet, looking around.

"Helan, why are you only wearing this color?" Avoiding the white robe thrown out by Helanbo, Feng Qingge stood sideways and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

Suddenly raising his head, Helanbo dragged his chin and said thoughtfully: "This, um... Because, the color of the moonlight. When I was a child, the old man told me that I have to sleep well at night, and the moonlight will take me. I went to see my parents, so I wondered if I could see them at any time wearing moonlight clothes. It was funny, but I actually believed it. I was used to wearing clothes and could not accept other colors. Even if you like gold, you won't wear clothes of that color. Do you think I, Mr. Helan, have a cute side, Feng Er Shui, have you started to like me?"

"Can I slap you to death?" If it was just the front, Feng Qingge would have some feelings, but just when she started to be tempted, the next sentence directly obliterated all the previous thoughts. Is this what people do? ? If possible, Feng Qingge really wanted to kick his big ass.

Looking at Feng Qingge pitifully, Helanbo stretched out his hand to cover his heart and said, "Ah, Feng Ershui, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, but you still want to slap me. It's a shame I still want to show you my baby. Look, come here."

He waved to Feng Qingge mysteriously, He Lanbo straightened up, pulled the clothes in front of him with one hand, and touched the position on his waist quietly with the other hand. It's just that this action, from Feng Qingge's angle, looks like an idiot with a crotch, with a wretched look on his face.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, Feng Qingge threw all the messy things in her mind, and Liu Mei raised her eyebrows: "What baby."

"This thing is my family heirloom. My Helan family regards it as the heir. Without it, I wouldn't even be a man. Guess what it is..." Raising his eyebrows, Helanbo stretched out his hand. Pulling, the emerald green light flashed, "Did you see it, this baby!"

The bracelet glowing green looked a bit dazzling in the sun, and the light was full of light, exuding a soft atmosphere. Feng Qingge slightly touched her brows, this breath was too familiar, she couldn't ignore it at all.