Chapter 334
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This was a very ordinary drawing paper. It seemed to have been around for a long time as the edges were starting to turn yellow.
Xue Luo opened it very slowly and carefully.
Compared to the pigeon egg that Yuan Duoduo mentioned, Xue Luo was more curious as to what kind of legacy Feng Xinglang's mother would leave for her precious son.
The drawing paper was opened and on it was a drawing of a man's side profile.
It seemed like it was not finished as it only reached the bridge of the nose. And the chin was just a simple stroke.
Xue Luo frowned slightly: Who is this half-drawn man?
On the drawing paper, the man's side profile was too ordinary. Xue Luo had learned how to sketch before. These simple strokes were not able to draw out the man's features.
Maybe the man's side profile was imprinted in the artist's heart but was not fully expressed on the paper.
The only feature that could be considered as a feature was the man's eye.
Although it was old, one could still see the man's eagle-like sharp eyes on the drawing paper. But … …
But the end of the eye seemed to be a mistake.
The man on the drawing paper was not old but there was a wrinkle at the end of his eye?
A wrinkle that looked quite clear!
Xue Luo could not help but be curious: Who is the man on the drawing? Who painted this painting?
Xue Luo picked up the red sandalwood box again and looked around. She shook it a few times.
It was just an ordinary jewelry box made of expensive material.
There was no jewelry in the jewelry box but only an unfinished drawing. This was enough to show the importance of this drawing.
Furthermore, this was the only thing that Feng Xinglang's mother left for him. This showed that this drawing was more valuable than any money.
Xue Luo thought that this drawing should be personally drawn by Feng Xinglang's mother.
If it wasn't her son, Feng Xinglang, then it must be her sweetheart.
She remembered that Feng Xinglang was an illegitimate child and was brought back to the Feng family after he was a few years old. So the man on the drawing was most likely Feng Xinglang's biological father, Feng Yishan. He was the father of Feng Xinglang and Feng Lixin!
Now that she thought about it, Feng Lixin was really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang was the child of a mistress. He actually treated Feng Xinglang like his own brother!
He even used his own life to exchange for the health of his younger brother, Feng Xinglang.
Xue Luo couldn't help but think that if her own father had given birth to a naughty younger brother, she wouldn't be able to be as tolerant and magnanimous as Feng Lixin.
It was no wonder why Feng Xinglang was so insistent on not giving up his brother Feng Lixin's life!
Ai, thinking about it, Xue Luo also wished that she could have such a good brother like Feng Lixin who dotes on her.
Xue Luo's gaze moved down from the sketch to discover a few more lines of words.
Because there were some spots of brown blood stains, it was not clear.
However, the content was familiar to Xue Luo. Because she also liked this poem:
I hear love …
I believe in love.
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae …
It was like a gust of mournful wind …
Passing through my bleeding meridians …
The faith of guarding the years!
This is a love poem by Tagore. It was poignant, yet heroic.
He saw that Feng Xinglang's mother was also a woman who loved life and longed for a beautiful love.
Alas, why did a woman who yearned for a better life and was so persistent in love want to be a third party in someone else's family?
Could it be that the power of love could make her disregard everything?
Xue Luo sadly lowered her eyes, stroking Xiao Guai in her tummy and sighed.
Darling, do you want to leave your father?
Xiao Guai only remained silent.
You don't want to right? Xue Luo was somewhat deceiving herself as she answered her own question.
How could it be that Xiao Guai in her tummy doesn't want to, it's you who doesn't want to.
If your biological father apologizes to us, we will forgive your biological father this once, okay?
Alright, Xue Luo felt that she was starting to be stupid again!
She also believed in love, but she couldn't hear love.
What she heard was only her own wishful thinking!
Xue Luo carefully looked at the drawing in her hand from beginning to end. She made a new discovery.
It seemed to be a signature. The font wasn't big, only six words.
[See me? Thinking of the morning and evening]
Xue Luo tried her best to distinguish for half a day, but she could only recognize five words. One of the words was covered by blood stains, making it impossible to distinguish.
See me what, thinking of the morning and evening?
Xue Luo looked left and right, and even used her phone to enlarge it, but she still couldn't make out what the word was.
It should be words of love.
Maybe it could be: See my love? Thinking of the morning and evening?
Only then did Xue Luo realized that the entire drawing had a spray of blood, which had already turned dark brown.
She remembered that Feng Lixin said that this seemed to be left behind by his father, Feng Yishan. He said that before he died, Feng Yishan was looking at this drawing.
Looks like Feng Xinglang's mother and Feng Yishan's love was really deep.
But, did they consider the feelings of Feng Lixin's mother? She was Feng Yishan's first wife ah!
Forget it. This person had already passed away, what's the point of looking into these old matters!
Besides, perhaps only the person involved knew who was right or wrong!
Only when her stomach was growling did Xue Luo put the drawing back into the red sandalwood box, and then locked the box in her bookcase.
"Darling, what do you want to eat tonight?"
A certain treasure: Do I have a choice? It's definitely not ramen, it's knife-shaved noodles!
"How about going downstairs with Mommy to eat beef ramen?"
A certain treasure: Please, you are after all the second wife of the Feng family, can't you have a little taste?
"If you don't say anything, then it means that you agree."
A certain treasure: I protest! Strongly protest! I want to go back to my biological father's house to eat grandma An's feast!
But the arm can't twist the thigh, in the end, a certain treasure was still brought downstairs by a certain mother to eat beef ramen!
The so-called beef ramen is only the noodles, not the beef, okay?
What an unscrupulous businessman!
A certain treasure: I want to order another bowl of beef ramen! I want to only see the beef, not the ramen!
*****
Night manor.
It was a beautiful scene. It was the time of revelry.
Feng Xinglang didn't come to Night manor to pass the time. He came to find Bai Mo.
He couldn't say it clearly over the phone, so it would be more sincere in person.
In the luxurious diamond room, Bai Mo was helping his son tidy up the beautiful lion hair that had just been washed and blown.
"The floor is dirty, I'll help you put on your shoes later."
But when this lion head Tibetan mastiff saw Feng Xinglang enter the room, it didn't care about the dirty floor and immediately jumped down from the sofa and ran towards Feng Xinglang.
It rubbed against Feng Xinglang's calf, incomparably warm and hospitable!
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