Looking at the ink paintings on the wall, Zhang Fan stared at them in trance for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Feng Hui looked like this before.
Now Feng Hui can be said to be a very mature and beautiful lady. In the past, she had a hint of liveliness and was a typical pure and lovely girl.
Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze from Feng Hui's portrait and looked at the man whose appearance he couldn't see clearly, and the baby in his left hand.
"The person in this portrait..."
Zhang Fan looked sideways at Feng Lu, wanting to know the identity of the person in the portrait from her. He seemed to have read Zhang Fan's thoughts. Before he could finish his words, Feng Lu replied coldly: "That person wearing Miao nationality The girl wearing the clothes is my sister, and the man is her favorite sweetheart from two hundred years ago..."
Speaking of this, Feng Lu gave Zhang Fan a meaningful look and did not continue.
"Two hundred years ago, your sister's... sweetheart?"
Hearing this, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and looked again at the man whose appearance was unclear in the ink painting.
The man's face in the portrait has been blurred, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
"What? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Seeing Zhang Fan showing such a dejected expression, Feng Lu chuckled and spoke, with a hint of ridicule in her voice.
"It's okay, it's okay. I scared you. That's all in the past. Later, for some reason, my sister and her sweetheart got lost..."
"Then, my sister has been searching alone in the world for a long time for her sweetheart, and then today, I really don't know what kind of luck you got, to be able to be liked by my sister. This is really too much. It’s unimaginable.”
"If my sister's sweetheart knew about this, and my sister was cut off halfway by you, she would definitely be so angry that she would vomit blood. That person might come over with a knife and chop you to death!"
"To be honest, now that I think about it, maybe the biggest reason why my sister likes you is that you look a bit similar to her sweetheart."
Feng Lu moved an old wooden bench from somewhere, placed it in the corner of the small room, and sat down.
Her eyes fell on the ink painting, and she told Zhang Fan some things about that year.
Zhang Fan listened quietly. He didn't interrupt, he just listened quietly.
He knew that the main reason why Feng Hui fell in love with him must have been caused by the curse of fear of clowns. If the normal development was true, almost no woman could fall in love with him.
Zhang Fan also understands this and has always understood it.
"A lot of things happened that year, and we also encountered many changes. If this man hadn't saved us at the critical moment, we might have died in the horrific sacrifice that year."
"Do you know why I don't think highly of you? Because no matter how you look at it, you are not worthy of my sister."
"I really don't know what my sister is thinking."
"You are so cowardly and irresponsible. You are far from the sweetheart of my sister."
"Forget it, forget it, it's over now, I don't bother to hit you, it's not me who likes you anyway, so why are you so worried?"
Feng Lu stood up from the stool and stretched, not wanting to irritate Zhang Fan any more.
She was afraid that if the stimulation was too much, Zhang Fan's little heart would not be able to bear it.
"Wait for me here for a while, and I'll get you a gift."
After saying these words, Feng Lu patted the dust on her body and walked towards the side of the small house.
Zhang Fan didn't pay too much attention to her departure. His attention still fell on the ink paintings on the wall.
Yes, for a person like him, if he hadn't been cursed with the fear of clowns, it would probably be harder than reaching heaven to win Feng Hui's heart.
Perhaps the person Feng Hui really likes has always been the sweetheart in this ink painting.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt particularly disappointed.
If I had known this, I shouldn't have come here. Now that I know the truth, it's really disappointing.
Uncomfortable, a little uncomfortable and out of breath.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Lu came over holding a red square box. She put the box on the table, pointed at Zhang Fan, and motioned for him to open the box: "My sister wants to give you a gift. Inside, open it yourself."
"What...is in here?" Zhang Fan looked at the box on the wooden table, raised his head slightly, and asked.
"How do I know? This is a gift she gave you, and I didn't open it. If you are really curious, just take a look for yourself." Feng Lu looked at Zhang Fan for a few times, and seeing that he was absent-minded, she suddenly laughed: "You Could it be that you were hit by what I just said?"
"Hahaha, you laughed me to death. This happened more than two hundred years ago. Since my sister's sweetheart has not been found for two hundred years, it means that he has died long ago. There is no need for you to worry so much. Now, she likes you. Well...you are her sweetheart now."
Feng Lu comforted Zhang Fan and wanted him to cheer up and stop looking so decadent.
If Feng Hui finds out that she bullied Zhang Fan, there will definitely be no good consequences for her.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan fell silent.
"Hey, hey, there's really no need for this. I'm just joking with you. Are you really angry?!"
Seeing that Zhang Fan remained silent, it was Feng Lu's turn to lose his composure.
I thought it was just a joke with Zhang Fan, but I didn't expect it to become too big.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I can completely understand what you said." Zhang Fan forced a smile, then came to the wooden table and slowly opened the red square box.
The box opened and a pink scarf came into view.
The moment he saw this pink scarf, Zhang Fan was startled for a moment, and then he was confused. As if he thought of something, he hurriedly opened the system backpack and took out a scarf that was also pink.
Comparing the scarf that was just taken out with the scarf in the box, they were exactly the same, even the patterns on them were the same.
"hiss--"
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his expression showing disbelief.
How can this be?
Why was the pink scarf Gao Daqiang gave him exactly the same as the scarf Feng Hui gave him?
Could it be a coincidence?
No, even if it is a coincidence, it shouldn't be. There are not so many coincidences in the world.
Before Zhang Fan could ask, Feng Lu on the side couldn't help but widen her eyes. She asked in surprise: "Why do you still have a scarf in your hand? Could it be that my sister gave it to you before?"
"No, the scarf in my hand was given by a sister. It is different from Huihui's scarf."
"I don't know why."
Zhang Fan was also confused and didn't know why.
He put the pink scarf given by Gao Daqiang into the system backpack, and carefully picked up the pink scarf in the box with his backhand.
The pink scarf is warm and cool in the hand, giving people a very peaceful feeling, and it seems that even the soul has been relaxed.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan's heart moved and he suddenly had a bold idea.
It is very possible that the scarf Feng Hui gave him and the scarf Gao Daqiang gave him may be the same scarf.
"Did Huihui knit this scarf herself?" Zhang Fan wrapped the scarf around his neck and looked at Feng Lu with a puzzled look.
"I don't know. Anyway, she has been wearing this scarf like a treasure since I can remember. She wouldn't even let it touch it before. Maybe it was a gift from her sweetheart."
"I didn't expect that I would be able to take advantage of you today." Feng Lu shook her head regretfully.
I still remember that when I was a child, whenever I wanted to touch this pink scarf, I would be chased and beaten by Feng Hui. After that, she never dared to touch it again.
Now that it is being given to Zhang Fan as a gift, it is really incomprehensible.
It seemed that her sister really liked Zhang Fan from the bottom of her heart, otherwise she would not have given such a precious scarf to Zhang Fan as a gift.
"You must cherish this scarf and don't let my sister's love go to waste. Otherwise, you will be doomed." Feng Lu glared at Zhang Fan and threatened.
"Of course I don't need you to remind me about this." Zhang Fan tightened his scarf and said.
Strangely enough, after wearing this scarf, it doesn't feel so hot even in spring and summer.
Moreover, this scarf has a rich mellow fragrance compared to the one given by Gao Daqiang. It seems that the scarf is often soaked in sweet nectar by Feng Hui. After people smell it, it will always feel refreshing. There is an indescribable feeling of refreshment.
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