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Chapter 334 - You're blind, I'm your father!

This was a very ordinary piece of paper. It seemed to have a few years of age, and the surroundings had already started turning yellow.

Xueluo opened it very slowly and carefully.

Compared to the pigeon egg that Yuan Duoduo talked about, Xueluo was even more curious as to what kind of treasure Feng Xinglang's mother would leave behind for her precious son.

The paper had been opened and a pencil had been used to draw the profile of a man.

As if it wasn't finished yet, it only reached the bridge of his nose. His chin was just a simple line.

Xueluo frowned slightly: "Who is this half-drawn man?"

On the drawing paper, the man's profile outline was really too ordinary. Xueluo had learned how to draw with a few simple strokes, but he couldn't draw the characteristics of the man.

Perhaps the side of this man's face was imprinted in the painter's heart, but it was not fully expressed on paper.

The only thing that could be considered a feature was this man's eye.

Although he was old, he could still see the sharp falcon-like eyes of the man on the drawing paper.

However, this eye seemed to be a failure.

The man on the paper was not old, but a line had been drawn on the end of his eye?

A line that looked quite clear!

Xueluo could not help but become curious: Who is the man in the painting? Who painted this painting?

Xueluo picked up the purple sandalwood box again, looked around, and shook it a few times in his hand.

It was just an ordinary jewelry box made of expensive materials.

The jewelry box didn't contain any jewelry, but it contained only an unfinished painting. This was enough to show the importance of the painting.

Furthermore, this was the only thing that Feng Xinglang's mother had left him, which meant that this painting was more valuable than any money.

Xueluo thought that this was probably painted personally by Feng Xinglang's mother.

If it wasn't her son Feng Xinglang, then it was definitely her lover.

Thinking about how Feng Xinglang was an illegitimate child, and how he was only brought back to the Feng Family after a few years of age. So, most likely, the man in the painting was Feng Xinglang's biological father, Feng Yishan. He was also Feng Xinglang's and Feng Lixin's father!

Thinking about it now, Feng Lixin was really magnanimous: Feng Xinglang is a child of Xiao San, he actually treated Feng Xinglang like his own little brother!

He even used his fresh life in exchange for his brother Feng Xinglang's health.

Xueluo couldn't help but think that if his own biological father had given birth to such a naughty little brother, she wouldn't be able to act so magnanimously like Feng Lixin.

It was also no wonder why Feng Xinglang was so determined to not give up on his brother Feng Lixin's life!

Sigh, Xueluo wished that he could have a brother as good as Feng Lixin to love and love him.

Xueluo looked down from the drawing and saw a few more lines of words.

There were spots of brown blood, so they weren't clear.

But the content was something that Xueluo was familiar with. Because she also liked this poem:

I heard love.

I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.

It was like a desolate wind …

Through the veins of my blood loss …

The faith to guard for many years!

This is Tagore's love poem. It was sad, beautiful, and magnificent.

Seeing Feng Xinglang's mother, she was also a woman who loved life dearly and longed for good love.

Sigh, but so yearning for a better life, a woman obsessed with love, why do you want to be someone else's family third party?

Could the power of love make her desperate?

Xueluo sorrowfully lowered his eyes, stroked the small of his stomach, and faintly sighed.

Darling, do you want to leave your father?

The little fellow just remained silent.

You don't want to, do you? Xueluo self-deceived himself and answered his own question.

It's obviously just you, Lin Xueluo, who isn't thinking about it.

If your father and I apologize to each other, we will forgive your father, okay?

Well, Xueluo felt that he had become a fool again!

He also believed in love, but he couldn't hear it.

What he heard was only his wishful thinking!

When he carefully looked at the drawing paper in his hand from beginning to end, Xueluo had discovered something else.

It seemed to be signed. The handwriting was not very big, only six words.

[See Me? Thinking of the Twilight.

Xueluo tried his best to distinguish between half a day's worth of words, but he could only recognize five. Among them, a single word was concealed by the blood stain;

What do you want me to do, think?

Xueluo looked left and right, then used his phone to look again, but he still could not see what exactly it was.

It should be a love speech.

Perhaps it was: To see my love? Thinking of dawn?

It was only then that Xueluo realized that the entire paper had been sprayed with dark brown blood.

She remembered Feng Lixin said that this seemed to be left behind by his father, Feng Yishan. It was said that when he was on the verge of death, Feng Yishan had been looking at this painting.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang's mother really loved Feng Yishan dearly.

But had they ever considered the feelings of Feng Lixin's mother? She was the original wife of Feng Yishan!

Forget it. This person had already passed away, what was the use of pursuing such an old story!

Besides, perhaps only the people involved would know what was wrong with it!

It was only until his stomach growled from hunger that Xueluo finally put the drawing paper into the purple sandalwood box, and then locked the purple sandalwood box into his own bookshelf.

"Darling, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Treasure: Do I have a choice? It was definitely not a noodle, it was a noodle!

"Why don't you go downstairs with Mommy for some beef noodle?"

A Treasure: Please, you are a dignified Second Madame, can't you have a bit of pursuit and taste?

"If you don't say anything, that means you agree."

Treasure: I protest! Strong protest! I want to go back to my father's house and have a big meal that Grandma An cooked!

However, his arm was still no weaker than his thigh. In the end, a certain mother brought him downstairs to eat beef noodles!

The so-called beef noodle soup was only for noodles and not beef, okay?

What a cunning businessman!

A Treasure: I want to order another bowl of beef noodles! Only beef, no ramen!

Night Villa.

It was a beautiful scene. It was the time for a merry party.

Feng Xinglang obviously did not come to the Night Villa for fun. He came to look for Bai Mo.

When he couldn't explain it over the phone, he showed more sincerity.

In a luxurious diamond grade room, Bai Mo was helping his own son, Bai Xiao Ye, to tidy up a beautiful lion head hair that he had just washed and blown.

"This floor is dirty. I'll help you put your shoes on later."

But when the lion head mastiff saw Feng Xinglang entering, it ignored the dirt on the floor and immediately jumped down from the sofa and ran towards Feng Xinglang happily.

Scratching around Feng Xinglang's calves, she was incomparably warm and hospitable!

"Bai Xiao Ye, are you blind? I'm your father!"

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