Chapter 3470 (Three Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy) Smallpox
Tie Hongyan was still shaking her head when she saw him walking towards her, with a smile on her face, as if she was laughing at herself for just "playing" with the fan before. Ichiban didn't let her see anything clearly.
She thought he looked funny, and she smiled even more.
She felt a lot more relaxed.
Wu Xunsheng continued: "I thought you could see the fan clearly when I 'played' just now. In this way, even though I didn't answer your question out loud, it was considered an answer. Who knew that I was so praised by you? The extravagant movements did not achieve my goal of letting you see the fan clearly! What a pity! I'd better answer your question honestly, yes, this is the fan you saw before, with the painting on it! What kind of flower is it? You haven’t seen it and neither have I.”
When he talked about the back, he was already very close to Tie Hongyan.
When he approached her, Tie Hongyan burned the paper on which he had written, and used another piece of paper to collect the ashes.
Wu Xunsheng handed the fan to Tie Hongyan. She looked at it and confirmed that it was indeed the one.
She took out another piece of paper and started writing again, asking him if he later knew what kind of flower it was.
Wu Xunsheng asked Tie Hongyan: "Do you know now?"
Tie Hongyan shook his head.
Wu Xunsheng smiled and said, "I don't know either. But if I have to tell you what kind of flower it is, I think it is probably the ceiling that fell randomly when you praised me just now."
Tie Hongyan laughed out loud, took the piece of paper, and started writing again.
Wu Xunsheng felt that the atmosphere was really relaxed at this time, and felt that even if he wrote the twenty-eight words on the fan in front of her later, she would not ask again about certain things that he could not tell her.
After Wu Xunsheng took the paper, he saw her asking him why he took out the fan again. Tie Hongyan thought about whether he wanted to write these twenty-eight words on the fan, but he was not sure, so he asked.
Wu Xunsheng wanted to make the atmosphere more relaxed so that he could be more relaxed when he wrote twenty-eight words on the fan. This time, he really wanted to create an atmosphere and deliberately asked: "What do you think I want to do? Guess how?"
Tie Hongyan pointed to the paper on which he wrote the twenty-eight words, pointed to the pen, then pointed to the fan, and then looked at her.
"Are you guessing that I want to write those twenty-eight words on this fan?" Wu Xunsheng asked.
Tie Hongyan nodded.
"The people who have always been in my heart can indeed know my thoughts." Wu Xunsheng said, "I don't need to remind you at all."
Tie Hongyan wrote some words again, intending to ask him why he wrote them on the fan.
After Wu Xunsheng took the paper she had written on this time, he immediately answered her question: "Because the paper seems to give people a feeling... that it is not easy to preserve. I am writing this to you, written on the fan It’s convenient for you to save. I actually thought about giving this fan to you last time. You like this fan very much, right?”
Tie Hongyan nodded.
Wu Xunsheng smiled and said: "At that time, I thought it would be natural to give it to you when I find the right opportunity. Otherwise, I would give you a fan out of nowhere... It is a bit strange anyway. This time you asked me to write something that is on my mind. Here it is, as if I have found an opportunity. I think it is very suitable to write on this fan. The color of the painting on this fan is so light, as if it has been specially provided for me to write. "
(End of chapter)