Can't help but be moved

Chapter 221 The Key to Seeing the Truth

He picked up one of the cards and saw the content clearly before he realized that it was a ticket for an international flight.

Picked up the second and third one after another, all of which were air tickets.

Feng Wang didn't think too much about it.

Jian Nian went abroad to study at the age of 13, and it is normal for her to go home once in a while.

When he finally picked up all the air tickets, he inadvertently saw a few small square pieces of paper scattered on the corner of the table.

Feng Wang reached out to pick it up, and found that two of them were movie tickets, and the other two were colored plastic papers of unknown purpose.

Looking at the time on the movie ticket, this is already eight years ago.

And the name of the movie on it was very familiar to Feng Xuan.

Does it look familiar? This is a famous foreign horror movie. It was launched in domestic theaters eight years ago. Jian Yan made an appointment to go to the cinema with him to watch it.

That time, Jian Yan even brought Jian Nian along.

Feng Huang suddenly realized that this was the movie ticket left by him and his siblings Jian Yan and Jian Nian who went to watch a horror movie eight years ago.

At that time, the little girl seemed to ask him for a ticket, saying that this was her first time watching a horror movie and she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

Of course, Jian Nian also asked Jian Yan.

She obviously has tickets for three people, why are there only two tickets left here?

Just as Feng Wang was thinking, his eyes fell on the colored plastic paper in his hand.

Although it is well preserved, and there is no wrinkle on the plastic paper, after all, it has been aged for a long time, and the color is obviously dull.

Feng Wang didn't know what these two small pieces of plastic paper were for, but when he looked at them, he suddenly remembered the time he watched a movie with Jian Nian.

The little girl's sweet voice rang in my ears:

"When I was 12 years old, my brother took me to the movies with you. The ticket seller gave you two candies. You gave them to me and said that you don't like candies."

Two candies.

two candies...

Could this be the original...

Obviously knowing that thinking like this is ridiculous, who would be so boring to keep the wrapping paper of candy given by others, and kept it for eight years.

But Feng Wang just couldn't control his own associations.

His heart suddenly became chaotic, and his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously. His subconscious told him... something very important was about to be discovered by him.

Feng Wang seems to have grasped some key to see the truth, and carefully looks at all the things in his hand.

Airline tickets, movie tickets, and plastic sheets.

Back and forth, carefully, looking over and over again.

A few simple things were finally noticed by him as unusual.

Feng Wang discovered that all of Jian Nian's round-trip air tickets were concentrated within three months.

Again, it was eight years ago.

What happened in those three months eight years ago? Why did she go back and forth between home and abroad so frequently?
Could it be that something happened to Jane's family?
But he had never heard of anything special happening to Jane's family.

Before Feng Wang could figure it out, footsteps sounded outside suddenly.

It's Jane Nian!
Feng Wan felt a little guilty for no reason, quickly put everything back into the book, put the book on the bookcase, then picked up the guitar and went out.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Jian Nian who came over and was about to enter.

Jian Nian was so frightened by the man who suddenly appeared in front of her that her heart skipped a beat, she patted her chest and let out a long breath: "Feng Wang, why have you held that guitar for so long, I've already boiled the water."

Originally thought that they would save time by splitting up, but he moved so slowly.

Feng Xuan, who had already collected his thoughts, pursed his lips and jokingly said: "It's the first time I entered a girl's room, and I was a little lost."

Jian Nian blushed suddenly, and glared at him: "You, don't talk nonsense!"

As he spoke, the little girl snatched the guitar from his hand, turned around and left with a blushing face: "Hurry up, we don't have much time."

Feng Wan smiled lightly and followed behind her unhurriedly.

Jane read the boiled orange juice.

After Feng Xuan sat down on the sofa, she first poured him a glass of orange juice, and then poured herself a glass.

"Have a drink before we start."

Feng Wang looked at the glass of orange water exuding fragrance and heat in his hand, bowed his head and took a sip.

Just as he imagined, sweet and warm, just like Jian Nian's feeling.

After drinking the hot orange water, Jian Nian's cold fingers gradually warmed up.

Feng Wang put down the water glass and picked up the guitar.

The guitar has not been used for a long time and is out of tune, so it needs to be tuned.

Feng Wang held the guitar and lowered his eyes to concentrate on tuning, while Jian Nian sat beside him, looking at him seriously with his chin resting on one hand.

The man's profile is well-defined, with smooth and superior lines without a trace of blemish.

A few strands of hair hanging down slightly covered half of the eyes, this cold and lazy look reminded Jian Nian of him eight years ago in a trance.

20-year-old Feng Huang.

The refreshing and handsome young man is sitting on the wide railing of the balcony with his guitar in his arms. The combination of the romantic unrestrainedness of the guitar and his inherent nobility forms a distinctive and unique temperament.

Just for that scene, she studied guitar hard.

Thinking about it now, she was simply fascinated by beauty.

This man is really too bad looking, he fascinated her as a child.

After Feng Fan tuned his voice, he turned his head, and saw the little girl next to him holding his chin with one hand, looking at him intently, his eyes were obviously lost in ecstasy.

Feng Wan stretched out his hand and gently touched her face.

Jian Nian suddenly came to her senses, blinking blankly: "Are you ready?"

Feng Wan nodded slightly: "Yes."

Then he asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about, so engrossed in thinking about it?"

Jian Nian answered him generously: "I miss you."

Feng Wang raised an eyebrow: "I'm right here, miss me?"

Jian Nian nodded: "I can't think about it when you are here."

Feng Wan raised the corners of his lips: "Of course, you should think of me more in the future. Well, come sit down a little bit, hold the guitar, we're about to start."

Jian Nian obediently sat close to him, and then took the guitar he handed over.

Because Jian Nian had learned the guitar before and knew the basics, Feng Wang didn't waste time on the basic teaching, but started to talk about the string picking skills when playing the guitar.

"Be careful here, yes, slide over, don't hook too hard."

"Also, when you play, look forward with your eyes and let your body be more natural. Yes, don't always look at your right hand."

"Hey, the gesture is wrong here, it's like this."

Perhaps because he was afraid that his words alone would not be enough for Jian Nian to comprehend, Feng Xuan reached out directly, took her hand gently, pinched her fingers bit by bit to adjust her gestures, and then took her fingers Pluck the strings.

Strings of different pitches sounded one after another in the quiet living room.

Jian Nian's attention was not on her studies at all, her eyes fell on Feng Luan's hand.

His palms are warm, his fingers are well-proportioned and slender, with well-defined joints, exactly like the male protagonist's hands in the comics.

Jian Nian thought, fortunately she didn't control it by hand, otherwise she might have gone mad at Feng Wang's hand right now.

Sensing that the little girl was distracted, Feng Wan stopped, retracted his hand, bent two fingers and tapped her forehead lightly.

"concentrate."

When Jian Nian came to her senses, she immediately said "Oh" obediently, and continued to play the piano hard.

(End of this chapter)