Chapter 151

Feng Xingyan depressed the pain in his eyes. If he liked her earlier, how happy they would be?

With a wry smile, he perked up and said, "when I was a child When I was about six or seven years old, I once stole a drink, then got drunk and smashed my grandfather's antiques. You should remember my grandfather. He likes you very much and praises you every time he sees you. "

"I remember..." Shang Zhen pointed his chin with his scaly white hand, "he always gives me delicious candy."

Feng Xingyan's eyes are soft. "Yes, he is. He is kind to you, but he is very strict with me. Especially when I broke his favorite antique, he severely punished me, told me not to drink any more, and scolded me in front of the whole family. He said that I was so impetuous when I was a child. How can I succeed when I grow up?"

Feng Xingyan's elegant voice turns in the cave with a smile and warmth.

"I was very unconvinced at that time. I thought he was a real nuisance! So after that, I never said a word to him, not a word, later After half a year, he died, and before he died, he passed on all his shares to me, and he could inherit them when he was 18 years old. "

"Dead..." A trace of loneliness flashed in Shang Zhen's eyes.

"Well, dead." Feng Xingyan touched her hair. "When he died, it happened to be my birthday. The banquet at home was arranged, but he died suddenly. It was the first time I came into contact with death, especially when he was dying, he took my hand to talk, which made me very impressed and a little afraid, but I couldn't show fear. At night, I lost sleep. "

"As soon as I lost sleep, I would think of what he said to me before he died. Some of them didn't understand and felt very stressed. I remembered that drinking could make people confused, so I went to drink some wine and had a good sleep."

"In the next few years, every birthday night, I would lose sleep. I would think of my grandfather's face and those words that I could understand gradually, and then I would drink to spend that night safely. Gradually, I formed the habit of drinking on my birthday. Because my birthday was his death day, I didn't want to celebrate it."

"So it is..." Business Zhen Du Du mouth, "not fun!"

"Well?"

"I thought it would be some interesting story, not interesting at all..." She complains, small mouth toots, don't mention how lovely.

Feng Xingyan broke away from that kind of light melancholy in an instant. Looking at her, she didn't know what to do.

"I'll tell you something interesting!"

Shang Zhen gave a sly smile and said in a loud voice, "do you know where my wine bottle comes from?"

Feng Xingyan cooperated with her and said with a smile, "don't know, just tell me!"

"Hum!" Shang Zhen began to tell her how to get the bottle, how to make fruit wine, and how to hide from the world. When she crushed the fruit, she was splashed with juice. When she buried the bottle, she was almost found out. How clever she was, she talked about the ups and downs of the whole process. In Feng Xingyan's mind, that will only show harm Shame expression of the girl, immediately become fresh up!

"The next year I stole glutinous rice! The third year I got rice! " When she said this, she was suddenly lonely

"In the fourth year, I didn't have to hide like this, because my grandparents died..."

Feng Xingyan instantly feels his heart pulled up and wants to hold her in his arms to coax her.

"Stepmother is not good to me. Every time I am very sad, I will live here alone. The mountain is so quiet, but it makes me feel safer than in a big house. Every time I feel scared, I think that if there is a ghost, my grandparents will protect me too!"

Feng Xingyan clenched her hand, "no, it doesn't matter. I'll protect you later!"

Shang Zhen didn't respond, but he got up and dug out the wine jars one by one.

Feng Xingyan also helps. All of a sudden, his customized clothes and trousers are stained with mud, just like two children playing with mud.

Shang Zhen carefully counted again, and suddenly said in a dreamlike tone.

"You say, brother a Yan will be happy to know that I am so attentive?"

Feng Xingyan a shock, he finally know what he ignored! Shang Zhen used to call him "brother a Yan" or "brother Yan" just like Yue Mengru, but From that day on, she never called him by his name. She didn't feel intimate at all, just like a stranger or an enemy

At the same time, when he heard Shang Zhen's question, he felt happy again. His mood was contradictory and complicated, but joy prevailed.

"He will be very happy! He He will like you more and be happy

Hearing Feng Xingyan's promise, Shang Zhen begins to dig earth happily again. She seems to like hiding good things, just like small animals.

She pulled out a wrapped wooden box. If Shang Qingqing was here, she would be very angry, because there were treasures in the box that she wanted to see!

Shang Zhen opened the box, and some beautiful boxes with ancient charm appeared in front of them. The things in these boxes were uploaded by Shang Zhen's grandmother. They were all good things! But these are not important, Shang Zhen straight out of a dark green box, after opening, there is also a trigger, the difference is that the trigger is emerald green, and this in her hand, is blood jade!She carefully touched it twice and said, "grandma gave it to me when she was alive. She said that she gave a valuable keepsake to my family. Our family also wants to return a keepsake. Although our family is inferior to others, we can't let people look down upon it..."

This is absolutely the original words. Feng Xingyan seems to be able to imagine what kind of tone the old lady who looks very bookish would use to say this sentence.

Shang Zhen played with it and whispered, "but I know that brother a Yan won't accept it, so I hid it and didn't take it out. Do you think brother a Yan will accept my things one day?"

She looked uneasy. She was rejected so much that she lost the courage to explore. It was like the wine she prepared every year, but she never tried to send it out since her grandparents died.

Feng Xingyan finally can't help holding her. He sits on the ground and holds Shang Zhen carefully in his arms, just like taking care of a rare treasure.

"You really love him..." Feng Xingyan's eyes are slightly red staring at her, "do you still love him now?"

Shang Zhen looked at him strangely, "you are so strange, how can I not love him?"

"If!"

Feng Xingyan takes a deep breath and asks carefully.

"If he can survive, will you still marry him?"