Chapter 334: You are blind, I am your dear! (1/2)

This is a very ordinary drawing paper. It seems to have some years, and it has begun to turn yellow.

The snow fell slowly and carefully.

Compared with the pigeon eggs in Yuan Duoduo's mouth, Snowfall is even more novel what kind of relic Feng Xinglang's mother would leave to her baby son.

The drawing paper was opened, with a pencil drawing the outline of a man's side.

It doesn't seem to be finished, only the bridge of the nose. The chin is just a simple tick.

Xue Luo frowned slightly: Who would this man who had half painted?

On the drawing paper, the profile of the man's profile is too ordinary; Xue Luo has studied sketching. These simple strokes failed to draw the characteristics of this man.

Perhaps the man's profile was imprinted in the painter's heart, but not completely expressed on paper.

The only thing that can be called a feature is the man's one eye.

Although it has been a long time, you can still see the sharp eyes of the man on the drawing paper; just ...

But at the end of this eye, it seems to be a failure.

The man on the drawing paper is not old, but at the end of his eyes, a wrinkle is drawn?

A wrinkle that looks pretty clear!

Xue Luo couldn't help wondering: Who is the man in this painting? Who painted this picture again?

Xue Luo picked up the rosewood box again, looked around, and shook it in her hand.

It's just an ordinary but expensive jewelry box.

There is no jewelry in the jewelry box, but only an unfinished picture is enough to illustrate the importance of this picture.

And this is the only relic left by Feng Xinglang's mother to Feng Xinglang, which shows that this painting is more valuable than any money.

Xue Luo thought that this picture should be painted by Feng Xinglang's mother.

If it was not her son Feng Xinglang who painted it, it must be her sweetheart who painted it.

Thinking of Feng Xinglang as an illegitimate child, he was brought back to Feng's family only after he was a few years old. So nine out of ten men in this painting are Feng Xinglang's biological father, Feng Yishan. This is the common father of Feng Xinglang and Feng Lixin!

Now thinking about it, Feng Lixin is really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang is the third child, and he can treat Feng Xinglang as his brother!

He also used his fresh life in exchange for the health of his brother Feng Xinglang.

Xue Luo couldn't help but think of it: if her own dad gave birth to a stubborn brother, she would not be as forgiving and generous as Feng Lixin.

It is not surprising why Feng Xinglang has been determined to refuse to give up his brother Feng Lixin's life!

Alas, I thought that Xueluo was looking forward to having a good brother like Feng Lixin who loved himself.

Xue Luo's gaze moved down from the sketch and found that there were still a few lines below.

It does not look clear because there is some spotted brown blood stains.

But the content is familiar to Xue Luo. Because she also likes this poem:

I hear love ...

I believe in love.

Love is a struggling cyanobacteria ...

Like a mighty wind ...

Through my blood loss meridians ...

Belief in the years!

This is Tagore's love poem. It's very beautiful and strong.

Seeing Feng Xinglang's mother, she is also a woman who loves life and yearns for good love.

Alas, the woman who yearns for a good life so much, why is she still a third party in someone's family?

Could the power of love make her desperate?

Xue Luo lowered his eyes sadly, caressed the little boy in his stomach, and sighed slightly.

Baby, do you want to leave your father?

The little guy was just silent.