Chapter 1033

The ground is very soft, just like walking on seaweed. She takes Feng Yulin's hand and says, "this soil No wonder it grows. "

Feng Yulin's mouth was slightly raised, and there was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. "My mother made this soil, and her ability has this. Come with me "

his big hands are warm, and lingjue can feel his faint excitement.

She followed him forward. The forest was much brighter under the moonlight, like a fairy tale kingdom with a mysterious story.

All the way there are Epiphyllum, gradually began to wither.

Lingjue followed him, walking on the earth, her heart always moved.

"Here..." All of a sudden, she felt a little strong aura, and a mist appeared in front of her, as if it had covered the whole forest.

"This was their favorite place."

Lingjue sees a small bamboo house, and fengyulin takes her in. There are many night pearls hanging on the small door outside, which are a little dim at the moment.

The door and window are a little old. Feng Yulin miraculously takes something out of her hand and inserts it in her hair.

Lingjue was puzzled and reached out to touch it. It turned out to be a mahogany Zan hairpin with strong aura.

"This is my present for you." Feng Yulin gave her a kiss and looked at the small bamboo house. "Do you want to come in and have a look?"

This is the only memory they left for him. Many years ago, he didn't want to touch this memory again, but now he has some thoughts.

At that time, I was afraid to see this and feel more lonely.

Now there is a person around me who wants to tell her everything and share it with her.

"Good." Lingjue clenched his hand and went in. There was dust on his face and some spider webs hung on the pillars.

Feng Yulin releases Ling Jue and steps forward to open the window.

Lingjue looked at the table. There were four treasures in the study. There was a picture on the wall. There were men and women.

And women, the city.

Lingjue saw such a beautiful woman for the first time. This painting did not weaken her spirit, but made her sketch more perfect. You can see how much emotion the painter poured into.

She also knew that the woman was Feng Yulin's mother, and the man was his father.

The painter should be his father.

Feng Yulin didn't speak. He looked at the painting on the wall. There was a miss in his eyes.

"In a word, I have lived for so long. I was born again at the age of an adult, but I met two such good people, and I was eager to have a family in my heart..."

"I hope you can have your home, little Lord."

Ling Jue nodded and held his waist. "Well, I'm going to confess with Zhong Lihuang Cheng."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Feng Yulin's long fingers lifted her chin. "I'm talking about our home."

Lingjue stared at him seriously. For a moment, he had a bad smile in his eyes. "Are you proposing? And this is a keepsake? "

Lingjue looked and pointed to the hairpin on the hair. It seems that hairpins are not popular in this era.

In ancient times, men only gave women hairpins, but now they seem to give rings.

"Do you promise?" His eyes are full of emotions.

Lingjue pushed him away and ran out. "No, it's insincere."

Feng Yulin chased after him. "How can we be sincere?"

"Beat me."

"Then let's not get married, just stay together for the rest of our lives."

"Why?"

"Because I hate to bully you."