Step on a branch

Chapter 115

In the study, the oil lamp was dimmed.

Dimly, the figures of Lin Xuan and Zhao Lin faded away.

Lin Fan took a tight breath and wanted to keep him, but the hard wooden wedge in his palm reminded him that those old shadows could not be kept.

In the darkness and light, he suddenly saw a different figure again.

Two young women chatted and laughed.

One is Cheng Qiao, who Lin Fan is very familiar with, the person he has called "mother" for 20 years.

Compared with the "old lady" in my impression, Cheng Qiao looked much more cheerful and happy at that time, with a smile on his brows.

The other, with a slightly bulging belly, had a gentle expression on his face.

Lin Fan knew that this was Fang Yu.

He tried to open his eyes wide, looking at his biological mother.

The cousins ​​are five or six points alike, but Lin Fan still keeps those differences firmly in his heart.

The birth mother's brow bone is higher, the corners of her lips are slightly curved, and there is a red spot on her neck the size of a fingernail, which should be a birthmark...

Lin Fan remembered her very seriously, he had to remember her.

The biological father has been buried, and the whereabouts of the biological mother is unknown.

Twenty years have passed, if she is still alive, where will she be?

One day, if mother and son rub shoulders, it is impossible for the mother to recognize him.

His appearance couldn't possibly be the same as that of a baby that hasn't grown up yet.

It's up to him to recognize it.

He must recognize it immediately.

Those lamps were burnt out after all.

The wind blew up again, with a few wisps of green smoke, Lin Fan closed and opened his eyes, looking at the study in a daze.

The transparent partition has a sense of reality again, blocking the line of sight.

The skylight shines into the house through the carvings on the wooden boards of the doors and windows, and sprinkles on the floor tiles.

Not that bright, but very dazzling.

Fu Ling also fell from above, fluttering, and landed on Lin Fan's clothes.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand, and Fu Ling lay softly on his finger, a thin sheet of paper, full of exhaustion.

He couldn't help laughing.

Spreading the palm of the other hand, Lin Fan's smile froze.

The wooden wedge has changed significantly from what he saw last night.

In the fine lines, the faint golden light disappeared, as if it had lost all its spiritual power and looked dull.

A thought couldn't help appearing in Lin Fan's mind.

He stood up on the ground, straightened his clothes quickly, walked forward quickly, and opened the door of the study.

Outside the door, Qin Luan turned his head when he heard the sound.

Looking at each other, Lin Fan pursed his lower lip.

Qin Luan knew that his emotions would inevitably fluctuate, so he didn't ask immediately, but only said: "Should I hurry up and go to court?"

"Today." Lin Fan shook his head.

"It's a coincidence," Qin Luan smiled slightly, Lin Fan must also need some time to resolve the old scene he saw last night, she said, "I'll go in and collect everything."

Lin Fan replied "Yes".

When Qin Luan came in, he turned sideways to make way for her.

The formation was wiped away, the lamp was put away, and the talisman was burned.

Qin Luan is very organized, step by step, methodical.

Lin Fan watched her movements quietly, and asked, "I saw my father and mother, can I see them again like this?"

Qin Luan didn't stop his hands, and didn't appreciate the deep meaning of Lin Fan's question, he just answered accordingly: "I can't, there is only one wooden wedge, after using it, the spiritual power will be gone."

Lin Fan thought to himself, as expected.

He asked again: "How many pieces do you have in total?"

"It was passed down from previous generations," Qin Luan said, "Master got one and gave it to me."

Having said that, Qin Luan gave a pause.

Almost instantly, she understood the reason for Lin Fan's question.

It's not greedy to see an old friend again, but why doesn't she use it herself.

Everything has been packed.

Lin Fan handed the exhausted Fu Ling to Qin Luan, and said, "You said before that you have almost no memory of your mother. With this wooden wedge, you could have met her."

Putting away the Fu Ling, Qin Luan was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

Lin Fan didn't urge, but just bent down and moved the box with things out of the study.

Qin Luan stepped up to follow, and closed the door of Lin Xuan's study again.

The two returned to Lin Fan's study one after the other.

The unused snacks from last night were still on the table, and the tea was completely cold.

Qin Luan sat down, took a piece of mung bean cake, sipped half of it, and said softly: "Although I hardly remember her, she has never disappeared from my life. I grew up listening to her stories.

My father would say it, my brother would say it, and Aunt Lan would say it. As long as I am willing to listen, they can tell me how my mother thinks of me.

Those are the most real past.

How she looked forward to my birth, her worry and reluctance after knowing my fate...

I can't see her old shadow, but she is always by my side. "

That day, when Qin Luan opened the wooden box, he didn't hesitate at all.

She thought very simply.

She hoped that Lin Fan could meet her biological parents.

The grandfather could talk about the life of the first prince, how he fought and trained soldiers; the eldest princess could talk about how the first prince was an older brother; but it was difficult for them to talk about what kind of father the first prince was.

The Crown Princess didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Originally, there was Lin Xuan who was most familiar with the former Crown Prince, but he also left.

Anyone who can talk to Lin Fan about parental love in detail is gone.

"I know what it's like to lose a mother." With trembling long eyelashes, Qin Luan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Fan. "The dead can't be chased, but the living can remember."

There is only one chance to let Lin Fan see clearly the way he came, and there is no pity.

This time, it was Lin Fan who was silent.

Several times I wanted to say something, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them again.

Throat rolling, burning badly.

Qin Luan finished sipping the other half of the mung bean cake, and said, "My lord, why don't you draw it, what do you think they look like? Especially your mother, let the eldest princess and the others take a look at it after the painting, if you want to find It's good to have a portrait of her. Even if I can't see her for the rest of my life, it's still a thought."

Lin Fan nodded heavily.

He has a lot to say, but doesn't know where to start.

That being the case, just like what Qin Luan said, draw it first, and take the opportunity to sort out your heavy thoughts.

Lin Fan got up and went outside to tell Fang Tian to prepare some porridge for breakfast.

He was not afraid of being hungry, but Qin Luan had to eat something warm to warm his stomach after guarding the battle all night.

Then, after returning to the book case, he took out the drawing paper and laid it out flat, pressed the paperweight on it, ground the ink and wrote the pen.

One stroke at a time, he drew his mother's facial features.

During the period, Fang Tiansong came early.

Lin Fan told Qin Luan not to be polite, just use it first.

Qin Luan graciously agreed, sat at the table, and drank the porridge slowly.

Lin Fan picked up his pen and pen, looking at Qin Luan from time to time, feeling ups and downs.

In Qin Luan, he saw a heart-to-heart comparison.

Qin Luan judged others by himself and gave him such an opportunity.

He was very grateful indeed.

But in addition to being grateful, I was also apprehensive, and a voice in my heart was ready to move.

Qin Luan treats him so sincerely, does she also like him?
Even, only a little bit.

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(End of this chapter)