Mrs. Feng spread her sleeves and her eyes were red, but she smiled and said, "This is the cloth we picked together before Yu'er left Beijing."
"But she has passed away after the clothes are ready."
"My husband and I are afraid of seeing things and think of others, so we keep locked in the box."
"If we want to make a family painting today, let's wear this one, so if the rain can be seen under the fountain, we will be happy."
Feng Zhiyu stood beside Gu Nuoer and whimpered: "Mom..."
Gu Nuoer's nose is slightly sore.
She turned her head and calmed down for a moment, then smiled softly: "Uncle Feng will help me get a pen, ink, ink, I will do my best to draw the painting."
When Ye Siming arrived, he saw this scene-
In the garden, the Feng family and his wife were wearing bright purple clothes, their hair was not messy at all, and they sat in a mahogany chair.
They were standing next to each other and laughed happily.
At the stone table not far away in front of him, Gu Nuoer was bent down to pick up his pen and painting on the wide rice paper.
Ye Siming walked over with light steps.
The Feng couple quickly wanted to get up to pay their respects, and Ye Si waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be too polite.
Gu Nuoer was completely immersed in her creation.
In her eyes, Feng Zhiyu stood behind the couple, in the middle.
Feng Zhiyu endured the pain of burning sunlight and tried hard to smile brightly.
Originally, Gu Nuoer wanted to suggest that the Feng couple change their place.
But Mrs. Feng said that the flowerbed behind them was planted by Feng Zhiyu.
When Feng Zhiyu was alive, she liked flowers, but she could not smell fragrant powder and pollen due to physical reasons.
After she left, Mrs. Feng knew that she loved beauty and planted flowers in the yard of her home.
The couple hoped that when their daughter returned home, they could see the swaying fragrance.
Ye Siming saw Gu Nuoer's paintings so enchantingly that he didn't even notice a pink butterfly stuck in his hair.
His thin eyes and deep smile with a deep love, he stood aside, waiting for his girl quietly.
"Marquis..." Qin Song's voice came from behind.
Ye Siming immediately turned around and made a booing move.
Gu Nuoer didn't hear it, and was outlining Feng Zhiyu's outline.
So Ye Siming walked towards Qin Song first and signaled him to go outside the garden before opening his mouth.
"What's up?"
"That girl Ruoxin said she wanted to see you for the last time."
"Don't go." Ye Siming seemed to feel unlucky and frowned slightly.
Qin Song hesitated for a moment: "She said she only had one question to ask clearly, and she would die without regrets afterwards."
"Because of this, she kept struggling and yelling."
Ye Siming paused, raised his eyes and said, "Go and take a look."
When they arrived at the front yard, the Hu Kui army had already captured Feng Ruoxin from the woodshed.
Perhaps because of the struggle, Feng Ruoxin's face was covered in dust and his forehead was broken.
When she saw Ye Siming, her eyes lit up.
Ye Siming stopped a little distance from her.
"You only have three chances to say it." The young man said coldly.
Feng Ruoxin hurriedly said, "Do you remember that when you attacked Yun Ai Pass before, you saved a girl who was almost humiliated. That's me!"
Ye Siming looked at her faintly: "So what?"
Feng Ruoxin was stunned.
"So... Marquis, I know I am not as beautiful as Princess Yaoguang, nor as good as her family background, but my love for your heart must be the most real thing in the world!"
Her tears fell: "If the Marquis is willing to keep me, even if I am a cow or a horse, I will."
"You are my benefactor, and everything I do is to find you!"