bayedsolid Chapter 287 Feng Qingqing's Letter
Chapter 287 Feng Qingqing's Letter
Chapter 287 Feng Qingqing's Letter
Quan Qinghua really found it hard to agree with her logic. "Why did I let her go quietly? I chased her around the city for several laps, and in the end she was still drunk and ran back in a daze, and even fell. This is what you call quiet?"
"Even if it's not called quiet and peaceful, it's not grand and spectacular! Quan Qinghua, according to your nature, unless you can't beat Ah Yan tonight, you will never let her go. Although I don't know what happened here, I know that you lost something, and I also know that you were angry with Ah Yan because of this matter, and you took the fifth lady of the Ye family away in anger. Look, you are so angry, why did Ah Yan come to you, but you didn't do anything to her?"
"What do you think the king should do with her?"
Feng Zhaolian said, "At least you have to fight her. You can only let her go if you can't win. Even if you want to talk about the teacher-student relationship, you should talk about it after the fight. If you don't have this gratitude, you might have to kill her with one palm." She laughed again when she said this, "Of course, you can't kill her with one palm. Although I believe in your martial arts, I believe in Ah Yan's strength more. So if you let her go, if it's not because you like her in your heart, then it may be because you know you can't beat her."
"I don't want to talk to you!" Quan Qinghua was a little angry. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and was about to leave.
Feng Zhaolian was anxious, "Wait a minute! I haven't finished talking yet!" She stood up, rushed forward a few steps, and stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve. "Quan Qinghua, why are you like this? You get angry after a few words. Where do you get so much anger? I just want to analyze it with you. If you don't have the heart to say it directly, it's over. Is it necessary to be so angry?"
Quan Qinghua looked at his sleeve that was being pulled and frowned, "Let go."
"No!" Feng Guilian rolled her eyes. "I just pulled your sleeve. Why are you yelling at me? You are the most stingy person in the world, and you look the most like him. It makes me upset just thinking about it!"
“Who do I look like?”
"The man in white in my dream."
"How many times have I told you that dreams don't count? What's wrong with you not understanding me?"
"What if it's not a dream?" Feng Zhaolian frowned. "Quan Qinghua, let me tell you, it's not a dream, he really exists. His name is Xuan Tianhua, he's someone I couldn't get in my last life and may never see again in this life. Whenever I think of him and those people who can only exist in my memories, my heart aches. So be more respectful when you speak to me, or don't blame me for turning against you."
He really wanted to say, "You should just turn against me soon, and then stop bothering me and just do what you need to do."
But he didn't say it in the end. He even nodded to Feng Zhaolian as if by magic, and said seriously: "Okay." Feng Zhaolian was satisfied, "Then tell me, do you like Ah Yan?"
"I don't like it!" he answered firmly, "and I will never like it!"
When Ye Wenyan returned to her room, it was already the hour of the first twelfth lunar month. Zhuier was sitting at the door waiting for her, not sleepy at all, and even picked up a branch to draw a house on the ground.
Ye Wenyan walked over and looked at it for a while, then asked her, "Whose house is this?"
Zhuier exclaimed, "Miss is back!" She looked at the house on the ground again and shook her head, "It's not anyone's. I just thought about what a house should look like and drew it casually." She felt a little embarrassed and quickly wiped the drawing with her hand. The light snow was scattered, and the small house was gone in an instant.
Ye Wenyan felt a little bit sorry, "It's a good painting. If you want to paint next time, just paint on paper. You can keep it after you finish painting. Maybe it can be used in the future!" She said as she pushed the door and entered the house. Zhuier hurriedly followed behind, "What do you mean by useful? Can you build a house according to my painting in the future? I really don't dare to think about it. It's too scary. Miss, take a bath! I know you will definitely come back late today. The water has been warming in the kitchen and will be ready soon."
Ye Wenyan really wanted to say no to washing, she could use a cleansing spell that would be much better than bathing.
But I also feel that life is life. If everything has to be solved by magic, then life will lose its original meaning and fun.
So he nodded, and Zhuier ran to fetch water.
Finally, she soaked in the water, sent the little maid to bed, and finally she could hold the bottle she got from Madam Jiang in her hands.
The bottle is just an ordinary glass bottle. In the past life, such glass bottles could be bought in many small shops, and they were specially customized for young people to play with the message in a bottle.
She saw Feng Qingqing buy a lot of bottles. At that time, she really didn't understand how much Feng Qingqing wanted to say to strangers far away. At the same time, she was worried that if so many bottles were thrown away, the sea would become a garbage dump. Would the sea be filled with those things one day, and even ships would have nowhere to go?
However, she soon discovered that her worry was unnecessary. Feng Qingqing didn't buy things for the purpose of using them, she just bought them for the sake of buying them. Sometimes it was because the bottle was beautiful, sometimes it was because the bottle had a unique shape, sometimes it was because she saw a color she liked, and sometimes it was simply because she thought she should stock up more.
Anyway, the Feng family has the mustard seed space. No matter how much she buys, she can store it in the mustard seed space and use it at any time.
She had said before that it was a waste for Feng Qingqing to have so many bottles. Although the Five Veins were not short of money, it was really meaningless to spend this kind of money!
But now she was really grateful that Feng Qingqing didn't listen to her. Otherwise, when she arrived at this place, everything was not as convenient to use as in her previous life. If she hadn't stored it before, she wouldn't be able to get this bottle today. A wintersweet flower was taken out from the bracelet, and the flower shattered and the wooden cork of the drifting bottle popped out easily.
Ye Wenyan did not take out the contents directly. Instead, he stood up from the bathtub and walked out. He used a spell to dry his body and hair, then put on his underwear neatly. Then he took the bottle to the inner room, sat on the couch, and solemnly used his spiritual power to draw out the letter and photo from the bottle.
The message in the bottle lies quietly on the side, seemingly having completed its final mission, but some people will still put their own replies into the bottle and throw it back into the sea, hoping that it will be able to return to its original owner.
Ye Wenyan thought so too, so she had to keep the bottle. When one day she could go to the shoreless beach, she would definitely throw the bottle back. In case she could return to Feng Qingqing, the two of them would meet in this way in this time and space.
There were two pieces of letter paper in the bottle, with quite a bit of content. Ye Wenyan was a little excited, and his hands were shaking as he held the letters.
This was Feng Qingqing's handwriting, and she could recognize it at a glance. The child was still in college when she disappeared, and soon after her disappearance, Ah Ran also got into trouble.
The five veins of the past gradually withered away, their glory was gone, and even the people disappeared one after another.
I don’t know if Qingqing had predicted such an ending. I don’t know if the child would be surprised if I told Qingqing these things.
The letter was written with a ballpoint pen on two sheets of ordinary A4 printing paper. The characters were in simplified Chinese characters, or the later fonts that Qingqing was used to, so Mrs. Jiang couldn't understand it.
Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang couldn't understand it, otherwise she would be so surprised if such content was read out.
Feng Qingqing said in the letter:
Who are you who is reading this letter? Are you Ah Heng or Ah Ran? Or Wen Yan or Jing Yu?
I know it must be you guys, because in this era, only you guys can understand my letters. If someone else picked it up, even if they broke the bottle and took out the letter, they might think it was a ghost painting and throw it into the fire to burn it.
You are the only ones who can read and understand it seriously.
I threw out four copies of the same bottle, letter and photo, all in the shoreless sea. I calculated that the five of us would come to this place one after another, and would be scattered everywhere with the shoreless sea as the center.
What is known now is that Ah Heng has arrived. She lives on the west coast of the Wu'an Sea, in a country called Dashun.
Wen Yan will come, Jing Yu will come, but Ah Ran, I figured out that she is doomed. But it doesn't matter, who am I? If the current head of the Bu Mai Feng family can't even do something like changing the fortune against the will of heaven, then it would be a disgrace to the grandmother's house.
When Ye Wenyan saw such language, she suddenly felt as if she had returned to that familiar era. Feng Qingqing was standing in front of her, chattering and gesticulating.
She was the youngest of the five of them, lively and open-minded, and the most receptive to all kinds of new things of that era. She was almost the group's favorite. Ah Ran once said that Qingqing was their happy pill. No matter how bad their mood was, as long as they saw Qingqing, they would forget all the unhappy things. And within three sentences, Feng Qingqing would definitely make her laugh.
The content of the letter continued, Feng Qingqing said -
So I changed Ah Ran's fortune, but I also got hurt. Plus, Renxian Island suddenly sank for some reason, which made me suffer a lot. I still can't get out of the space smoothly.
By the way, my space also had a problem. Our Feng family had been operating the mustard seed space for thousands of years, but suddenly everything disappeared. The gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings stored by our ancestors, the pets we kept, and the cars and houses I put in later, as well as so many delicious, beautiful and fun things, all disappeared. If I hadn't taken out the paper, pen and bottle before entering the space and used them, I wouldn't be able to write this letter now, and I couldn't make a drifting bottle at all.
Alas, can you understand that feeling? I stocked up on so many snail noodles, so many spicy noodles, and so many hexagrams made of various gemstones and jades, and they were all gone in a flash. I felt like the sky was falling...