Chapter 2377

After entering the other courtyard, looking at the guards on the third floor and the third floor guarding the gate of the courtyard, Mo Lingwei hugged Xiu'er, and finally put her heart back to the original place.

It's safe!

Mo Jinlan stood at the door, watching Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er enter the hall, before turning and leaving.

Mo Lingwei took Xiu'er to make up for the homework left behind in the camp.

Xiu'er sat upright on the chair, holding a pen to write seriously.

Mo Lingwei kept thinking about the explosion on the way, and she couldn't calm down. She stood in front of the bookcase boredly, flipping through the books on it one by one.

The handwriting on the page seemed to be dancing under the nose, Mo Lingwei put the book back to its original place, and went to look for the picture album.

She stepped on the stool and took out an oil painting album from the bookcase on the top floor, but accidentally pulled out the album next to it.

The drawing paper clipped in the booklet fell down one after another, falling on the ground, on the table, and on the bench.

Another one fell onto Xiu'er's open book.

Xiu'er put down the pen, picked up the drawing paper, looked at the meticulously drawn face on it, turned to look at Mo Lingwei, and pointed to the sketch on it: "Auntie, you."

Mo Lingwei smiled, nodded slightly, got off the chair, and squatted on the ground to pick up the scattered portraits.

Xiu'er also jumped down from the chair and began to help pick up the drawing paper: "Auntie, I love you a lot."

Yes, a lot of her.

Smiling, indifferent, calm.

The way she looked down at a book, the way she looked at the people around her.

Lifelike, nuanced.

Mo Lingwei stared at herself with a little baby fat on it, and time seemed to travel back a few years ago. If it weren't for these paintings, she would have almost forgotten that her former self also had such yearning eyes.

A person's heart is old or not, you can tell it by looking at your eyes.

Sometimes she looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes are full of vicissitudes, as if a thousand sails have passed away.

Mo Lingwei folded and put away the drawing papers one by one, and her eyes fell on the booklet.

She remembered that all these drawing papers were once clipped in this booklet, which was randomly placed on the middle shelf of the bookcase.

Maybe it was because no one was looking at it, so Feng Shaojin deliberately put it on the top shelf of the bookcase.

If she hadn't flipped through it casually today, she might not have seen this booklet again.

Mo Lingwei picked up the booklet, opened the first page, and left a poem on the blank title page:

…

Just because I feel that you look back, it makes me think of you in the morning and evening.

The soul goes with you and will never regret it, and the long-term lovesickness is suffering for you.

Lovesickness is bitter, who can complain? I don't know where you are far away.

Hold the door and think about the king's order, climb high and look at the end of the world.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, piercing through the back of the paper, but also exuding a softness, unlike the majestic atmosphere when Feng Shaojin wrote the pen.

Words are like people.

With just one glance, Mo Lingwei recognized Feng Shaoqing's handwriting.

Thinking of what Feng Shaojin once said, Feng Shaoqing has been looking for a girl who has only met once, and then looking at the sorrowful lovesickness in this poem, one can understand what is written in this booklet up.

Mo Lingwei is not someone who likes to pry into other people's privacy, even though she is curious, she decided not to read the contents inside.

But why are these drawing papers sandwiched in this booklet?

Feng Shaojin doesn't know how to sketch, but only knows a little bit about oil painting, and she just learned a little because she can paint.

These paintings cannot be drawn without certain painting skills.

Xiu'er flipped through the stack of drawing papers, pulled out the two paintings that were pressed at the bottom, held them in front of Mo Lingwei, and asked, "Auntie, who is it?"

When Mo Lingwei's gaze fell on those two paintings, she froze as if struck by lightning!