Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 3470 Smallpox
Tie Hongyan saw him walking towards her while shaking his head with a smile on his face, as if he was mocking her for "playing" with the fan before but not letting her see anything clearly.

She found his expression very funny and her smile became more obvious.

She felt a lot more relieved.

Wu Xunsheng continued, "I thought that my tricks would help you see the fan clearly, so even though I didn't answer your question out loud, I still answered it. But I didn't expect that my tricks, which you praised so highly, didn't help you see the fan clearly! What a pity! I'd better answer your question honestly. Yes, this is the fan you saw before. You hadn't seen it at that time, and neither had I."

When he spoke the latter part, he was already very close to Tie Hongyan.

As he approached her, Tie Hongyan burned the paper on which he had written and cleaned up the ashes with another piece of paper.

Wu Xunsheng handed the fan to Tie Hongyan. She took a look and confirmed that it was indeed the one.

She took out another piece of paper and started writing again, asking him if he knew what the flower 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 you really want me to tell you what flower it is, I think it was probably the smallpox that fell from the ceiling when you were praising me just now."

Tie Hongyan laughed out loud, took the paper and started writing again.

Wu Xunsheng felt that the atmosphere was really relaxed at the moment. He thought that even if he wrote the twenty-eight words on the fan in front of her later, she would not ask him 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 wondered if he wanted to write the twenty-eight words on the fan, but was not sure, so she asked.

In order to make the atmosphere seem more relaxed so that he could be more relaxed when writing the twenty-eight words on the fan, Wu Xunsheng deliberately asked, "What do you think I'm going to do? Guess what?"

Tie Hongyan pointed to the paper where he had written the twenty-eight words, pointed to the pen, then pointed to the fan, and then looked at her.

"Are you guessing that I am going to write those twenty-eight words on this fan?" Wu Xunsheng asked.

Tie Hongyan nodded.

"The person who has always been in my heart can indeed understand my thoughts." Wu Xunsheng said, "I don't need to remind him at all."

Tie Hongyan wrote some words again, intending to ask him why he wrote on the fan.

After Wu Xunsheng took the paper she had written on, he immediately answered her question: "Because paper seems to give people a feeling that it is not easy to preserve. I wrote this for you on the fan so that you can keep it. I actually thought about giving you this fan last time. You like this fan very much, right?"

Tie Hongyan nodded.

Wu Xunsheng smiled and said, "At that time, I felt that it would be natural to find a suitable opportunity to give it to you. Otherwise, giving you a fan for no reason would be a bit strange. This time, you asked me to write down what was in my mind and give it to you. It was like I found an opportunity. I felt that writing on this fan was very suitable. The color of the painting on this fan is so light, it's as if it was specially provided for me to write."

(End of this chapter)