Chapter 334 You Are Blind, I Am Your Biological Father!

This is a very ordinary drawing paper. It seems that it has been aged for some time and the surrounding areas have begun to turn yellow.

Xueluo opened slowly and carefully.

Compared to the pigeon eggs mentioned by Yuan Duoduo, Xueluo was even more curious about what kind of relics Feng Xinglang's mother would leave for her precious son.

The drawing paper was opened, and a man's side profile was outlined with a drawing pencil.

It seems that the painting is not finished yet, only the bridge of the nose has been painted. The chin is just a simple stroke.

Xueluo frowned slightly: Who could this half-painted man be?

On the drawing paper, the man's side profile was too ordinary; Xueluo had learned to sketch, but these simple strokes could not draw the man's features at all.

Perhaps this man's profile is imprinted in the artist's mind, but it is not fully expressed on paper.

The only thing that could be called a characteristic was this man's eye.

Although it is old, you can still see the sharp hawk-like eyes of the man on the painting; it’s just...

It's just that the end of the eye seems to be a failure.

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

A wrinkle that looks pretty clear!

Xueluo couldn't help but become curious: Who is the man in this painting? And who painted this painting?

Xueluo picked up the rosewood box again, looked around, and shook it a few times.

It's just an ordinary jewelry box made of expensive materials.

The jewelry box contained no jewelry, but only an unfinished painting, which is enough to illustrate the importance of this painting.

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

Xueluo thought that this painting should have been painted by Feng Xinglang's mother herself.

If it's not her son Feng Xinglang in the painting, then it must be her sweetheart.

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

Now that I think about it, Feng Lixin is really broad-minded: Feng Xinglang is the mistress's child, but he can actually treat Feng Xinglang like his own brother!

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

Xueluo couldn't help but think about it: If her own father had given birth to a very naughty brother, she would not be as tolerant and generous as Feng Lixin.

It's no wonder why Feng Xinglang has been stubbornly refusing to give up his brother Feng Lixin's life!

Alas, I think Xueluo also longs for a brother as good as Feng Lixin to love him.

Xueluo's eyes moved down from the sketch and found that there were a few lines of words underneath.

Because there are some dotted brown blood stains, it doesn't look clear.

But the content was familiar to Xueluo. Because she also likes this poem:

I hear love...

I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae...

Like a majestic wind...

Passing through my blood-losing meridians...

Faith that lasts for years!

This is Tagore's love poem. It's poignant and heroic.

I saw that Feng Xinglang's mother was also a woman who loved life and yearned for beautiful love.

Alas, why would a woman who yearns for a better life and is so dedicated to love want to be a third party in other people's families?

Could it be that the power of love could make her desperate?

Xueluo lowered her eyes sadly, caressed the little boy in her belly, and sighed slightly.

Baby, do you want to leave your daddy?

The little guy just remained silent.

You don't want to, right? Xueluo asked and answered some self-deceiving questions.

There is no way that the little boy in your belly doesn't want to think about it. It's clearly you, Lin Xueluo, who doesn't want to think about it.

If your father admits his mistake and apologizes to us, can we forgive your father for once?

Well, Xueluo felt like she was being stupid and mean again!

I also believe in love, but I can't hear love.

What I heard was just my own wishful thinking!

When he carefully read the drawing paper in his hand from beginning to end, Xueluo made a new discovery.

It seems to be a signature. The font is not big, just six characters.

【See me? Thinking about morning and evening]

Xueluo tried hard to distinguish them for a long time, but only recognized five characters. One of them was covered in blood, making it impossible to distinguish.

What do you think of me, thinking about the morning and evening?

Xueluo looked left and right, and used her phone to zoom in, but she still couldn't see what the word was.

It should be a love story.

Maybe it could be: See my love? Thinking about morning and evening?

Only then did Xueluo realize that there were spurts of blood all over the drawing paper, which had turned into dark brown.

I remember Feng Lixin said that this seemed to be left by his father Feng Yishan. It was said that Feng Yishan was looking at this painting when he was about to die.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang's mother and Feng Yishan loved each other very deeply.

However, have they considered the feelings of Feng Lixin's mother? She is Feng Yishan's first wife!

forget it. This person has already passed away, so why bother asking about these old events?

Besides, perhaps only the parties themselves know whether it is wrong or right!

It wasn't until his stomach growled with hunger that Xueluo put the drawing paper into the rosewood box, and then locked the rosewood box in his bookcase.

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

A certain treasure: Do I have a choice? It’s definitely not ramen, it’s shaved noodles!

"How about going downstairs with mommy to eat beef ramen?"

Mou Bao: Come on, you are also the second wife of the Feng family, can you have a little pursuit and taste?

"If you remain silent, that means you agree."

A certain treasure: I protest! Outcry! I want to go back to my father’s house to eat the feast cooked by Grandma An!

But his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so in the end, his mother took him downstairs to eat beef ramen!

The so-called beef ramen only has noodles and no beef, okay?

What a profiteer!

A certain treasure: I want to order another bowl of beef ramen! The kind that only sees beef but no ramen!

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Night Village.

A beautiful place. It's time for a feasting and carnival.

Feng Xinglang certainly didn't come to Yizhuang for entertainment. He came to see Bai Mo.

It’s hard to explain clearly on the phone, but it’s more sincere in person.

In the diamond-level luxury private room, Bai Mo was arranging a beautiful lion's head hair that had just been washed and blown by his biological son Bai Xiaoye.

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

But when the lion-headed Tibetan Mastiff saw Feng Xinglang coming in, he immediately jumped off the sofa and ran towards Feng Xinglang regardless of the dirt on the floor.

Rubbing against Feng Xinglang's calf, he was extremely warm and hospitable!

"Bai Xiaoye, you are blind: I am your biological father!"