Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2427 Extra Story. 5
Qi Fan seemed to twitch the corners of his mouth and smiled.

That smile, formed on his face as if carved with a knife and axe, was actually a little soft.

The little girl was embarrassed by Qi Fan's look, her long eyelashes drooped shyly, and she bit her lip softly.

The breeze rolls over the green hills, and the twilight has quietly fallen.

The marigold lotus lanterns in the Changyin Building were burning brightly, and the white gauze was rippling on the wooden floor, and the candlelight beat on the faint figure of Buddha Ling.

Green smoke drifted out, entwined around Fo Ling's body. She bent her eyes and waved to An Xin: "Little An Xin, come here."

An Xin obediently stood in front of Buddha Spirit, a red figure in the world, like a raging fire, burning Buddha Spirit's heart warmly.

"You must be my aunt."

The girl looked at her with her red face upturned, her black and white eyes sparkled with stars, and she said happily: "My father and my mother said that my aunt is the most beautiful person in the world, and she is so."

The shadow of the lamp is thin, and Buddha's face is immersed in the lamplight. She sits in such a scene, illusory and elegant, as if in a fairyland, like a very beautiful painting.

An Xin has never seen such a beautiful human scene, she is inexplicably dignified, her usual charming and flamboyant temperament has been restrained, afraid of disturbing this beautiful person in front of her.

The streamer in the girl's eyes was as bright as fireworks, she was surprised and proud.

Her aunt should be the most beautiful in the world.

"Little girl, you really look like your mother." Fo Ling's voice was very soft, a little sad, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the girl's hair.

She remembered that back then, Minghui was still a small bun in her swaddling baby, and when she cried, her tiny body turned purple.

In the blink of an eye, that little crybaby bun also grew up and had a child of his own. She must have loved An Xin so much that she let An Xin grow into that lovely and juicy appearance.

Between the corners of the eyes and the brows, the spirit is vivid.

In this situation, Zongjiao Buddha was a little melancholy.

When An Xin saw Foling for the first time, she felt that she was cold and was a little afraid in her heart, but at this moment, when Foling's palm was gently stroking the top of her hair, she didn't feel afraid.

Because, Fo Ling's eyes are too gentle, very much like the way her mother looks at her.

full of love.

"Father also always said that I am very similar to A Niang." The girl's black and white eyes were full of smiles. If she hadn't been loved and raised by others, how could she have such a self-contained beauty? , with a fearless look.

Fo Ling was touched by the look on An Xin's brows, and was also a little happy.

She picked the girl's pointed nose with her fingers, and said softly to her: "Your mother was naughty when she was young, but she was more daring, and she was not afraid of anything."

Minghui, who was standing at the door and didn't come in, was a little flustered seeing this scene. She took the change of Buddha's emotions into her eyes, and saw the brisk smile on the corners of the other's eyes and brows, and she was always a little dazed.

Time has been rushing for more than twenty years, and the wind and snow have been falling year after year. Back then, she had quietly grown into a woman. Her daughter Cheng Huan was at her knees, and there were traces of wind and frost in the corners of her eyes.

Years and years have passed, and I have not seen the alluring woman back then.

The wind blew into his eyes, Minghui felt his eyes were a little sore, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then picked up the steps and continued to walk inside.

An Xin rushed over and held Minghui's hand. The girl had red lips and white teeth, and she acted softly: "Oh my mother, my aunt is really much prettier than the picture, like a fairy."

Minghui tightly held the girl's hand in his palm, looked up at Foling, and said with a gentle smile, "Silly boy, your aunt is a fairy."

How could she fail to figure out the mystery.

(End of this chapter)