Feng Xingyan suppressed the grief in his eyes, if he had fallen in love with her earlier, what a happy couple they would have been
He smiled wryly, and said again, "When I was a child... about six or seven years old, I once stole a drink, then got drunk, and accidentally broke my grandfather's antiques. You should remember my grandfather, he likes it very much. You, praise you every time I see you."
"I remember..." Shang Zhen's light-white little finger pointed at his chin, "He always gives me delicious candy."
Feng Xingyan's eyes softened, "Yes, it's him, he is kind to you, but he is very strict with me, especially when I broke his favorite antique, he severely punished me, asking me not to drink any more, and he was scolding me in front of the whole family, saying that I was so irritable when I was a child, how did it happen when I grew up?"
Feng Xingyan's elegant voice turned around in the small cave, with a hint of smile and warmth.
"I was very dissatisfied at the time, I thought he was really annoying! So since then, I never said a word to him, not a word, and then... After half a year, he died, and before he died, Pass all the shares in his hands to me, and you can inherit it after the age of eighteen."
"I'm dead..." A trace of loneliness flashed in Shang Zhen's eyes.
"Well, he died." Feng Xingyan touched her hair, "When he died, it happened to be my birthday, and the family banquet was arranged, but he died suddenly. That was my first The first contact with death, especially when he was dying, he took my hand and spoke, which impressed me very much, and was a little scared, but I couldn't show fear, and at night, I lost sleep."
"When I lose sleep, I remember what he said to me before he died. I don't understand it, and I feel very stressed. I remembered that drinking can make people confused, so I went to drink some wine and have a good sleep."
"In the next few years, every birthday night, I would have insomnia, I would think of my grandfather's face, and the words that I gradually understood, and then I went to drink, so that I could spend that night peacefully, and gradually, I developed a birthday The habit of drinking, and because my birthday is his death anniversary, I don't want to celebrate."
"So it's like this..." Shang Zhen pouted, "It's not fun at all!"
"Ok?"
"I thought it would be an interesting story, but it's not funny at all..." she complained, pouting, not to mention how cute.
Feng Xingyan broke free from the faint melancholy in an instant, looking at her, he didn't know what to do.
"Let me tell you something interesting!"
Shang Zhen smiled slyly and said loudly, "Do you know where my bottle of wine came from?"
Feng Xingyan cooperated with her and said with a smile, "I don't know, just tell me!"
"Humph!" Shang Zhen began to tell the story of how she got the bottle, how to make the fruit wine, and how to hide it from the sky, including being splashed with juice when she crushed the fruit, including when she was almost found when she buried the wine bottle. Now, how she is witty across the sky, the process is so dizzying that she speaks ups and downs, and in Feng Xingyan's mind, the girl who will always show a shy expression immediately becomes alive!
"I stole glutinous rice in the second year! I got the rice in the third year!" When she said this, her expression suddenly became lonely...
"In the fourth year, I don't have to hide like this because my grandparents are dead..."
Feng Xingyan felt his heart twitching instantly, and wished he could hold her in his arms and coax her.
"My stepmother treats me badly. Whenever I'm very sad, I'll come here alone. It's so quiet on the mountain, but it actually makes me feel safer than living in a big house. Every time I feel scared, I was thinking, if there are ghosts, my grandparents will protect me too!"
Feng Xingyan clenched her hand, "It doesn't matter if you don't, I will protect you from now on!"
Shang Zhen didn't respond, but cheered up and dug out the wine jars one by one.
Feng Xingyan also helped. All of a sudden, the clothes and trousers he ordered were stained with mud, like two children playing with mud.
Shang Zhen counted it carefully again, and suddenly said in a dreamy tone.
"You say, brother Ayan will be happy when he knows that I am so diligent?"
Feng Xingyan was shocked, he finally knew what he had overlooked! Shang Zhen used to call him "Brother Ayan", or Brother Yan like Yue Mengru, but... From that day on, she never only called him by his name, without any sense of intimacy, just like a stranger, like an enemy...
At the same time he felt uncomfortable, when he heard Shang Zhen's question, he felt happy again, and his mood was contradictory and complicated, but joy prevailed.
"He's going to be very happy! He...he's going to like you more and be very happy!"
Hearing Feng Xingyan's assurance, Shang Zhen started digging happily again. She seemed to like to hide good things, just like small animals.
She dragged out a wrapped wooden box. If Shang Qingqing was here, she would be pissed off, because in this wooden box, there are treasures that she was thinking about!
Shang Zhen opened the box, and some beautiful boxes with ancient charm appeared in front of the two of them. The things in these boxes were all handed down by Shang Zhen's grandmother, and they were all good things! But these are not important. Shang Zhen took out a dark green box. After opening it, there was also a wrench in it. The difference was that Feng's wrench was emerald green, and the one in her hand was blood jade!
She touched it carefully and said, "grandma gave it to me when she was alive, she said, the Feng family gave a valuable token, and our family also wants to return a token, although the family is not as good as others, it can't be looked down upon. go… "
These are definitely the original words, Feng Xingyan seems to be able to imagine what kind of tone the old lady who looks very bookish will say these words.
Shang Zhen played with it and said softly, "But I knew that brother Ayan would not accept it, so I hid it and never took it out. You said, one day, will brother Ayan accept my things? ?"
She looked uneasy, she was rejected a lot, and she lost the courage to try, just like these wines, she prepared every year, but since her grandparents died, she has never tried to send them out.
Feng Xingyan finally couldn't help hugging her. He sat on the ground and held Shang Zhen carefully in his arms, as if he was caring for a rare treasure.
"You really love him..." Feng Xingyan stared at her with red eyes, "Then do you still love him now?"
Shang Zhen looked at him strangely, "You are so strange, how could I not love him?"
"if!"
Feng Xingyan took a deep breath and asked carefully, word by word.
"If he survives, are you still willing to marry him?"