The group's beloved wife: She is the phoenix, she is the king

Chapter 240 His Collection

Chapter 240 His Collection

I write about you for half my life. ——Inscription

"Hey, today I finally got her to teach me how to write!"

“But what I write now is so ugly!”

“Today she praised me for my progress!”

"My handwriting is so ugly, will it really become beautiful in the future?"

"Will she stop teaching me after I write well?"

"Her handwriting is always so beautiful, I must collect it!"

"I don't know why, but I don't want to see her sad."

"It's a sunny day today, but she's not here. I'm so sad!"

"I really miss her, but she's so busy!"

"Another day without seeing her..."

"Finally we met again. She praised me for my good looks and my improved handwriting!"

"I don't know when I can be with her again."

"..."

As the calligraphy practicer's handwriting improved, he wrote more and more of these words.

Dongfang Junyan looked at it for a long time without getting tired of it.

On some pages, the front is filled with practice words, but the back contains not only the writer's thoughts, but also traces of a few tears.

Dongfang Junyan couldn't help but reach out and touch the marks that had long since dried up, feeling mixed emotions.

Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

In this way, Dongfang Junyan unknowingly finished reading several volumes of calligraphy practice books that were bound with thread.

As the calligraphy becomes more and more beautiful, people actually like to write down their own thoughts.

"I haven't seen her for a long time. I wonder if she will come to see me?"

"I miss you so much, every moment."

"Today, she looked so sad for some reason, but she didn't want me to worry. Little did she know how much I wanted to help her!"

"She's sick, but she doesn't want me to take care of her. Am I... abandoned?"

"..."

"I should be happy that someone else appeared by her side, but I am so sad."

"Today, I have been looking for her for a long time, but there is no trace of her. She is missing."

"Where did she go? Why can't I find her no matter how hard I try?"

"They all said that you'll never come back. Please don't abandon me, okay? I...I've always liked you. But can you still hear this sentence?"

"I like you!"

These words were written at the end of the last calligraphy book.

At that moment, Dongfang Junyan's discomfort seemed to have reached its peak, but he couldn't tell the reason.

There was a thought in his mind that asked him to continue watching.

But he both wanted and didn’t want to…

For some unknown reason, he continued to look at everything here.

In addition to the calligraphy books, there are also many picture albums neatly bound, next to the exercise books.

The first picture album was just as ridiculous as the first calligraphy book.

But this somewhat funny side has the traces that are hard to ignore - the writing and painting are from the same person.

The albums often contain the practitioner’s “treasures”—dried petals, various kinds of strange grasses, or drawings of everything related to her…

These things made Dongfang Junyan realize the extremely deep feelings one person had for another. Every time he read through them, he would involuntarily feel a little more upset.

It wasn't until I saw the later albums that I realized that all the paintings were of the same woman, with all her joys, anger, sorrows, and fears depicted.

In addition, there were some portraits of men. The people in the paintings were very similar to Bai Zhou who had just transformed into a human form.

Dongfang Junyan finally had an answer to his distress.

This woman might be Fan Nuoxi, no, to be more precise, she is Fan Nuoxi’s previous life.

And the other person might be Bai Zhou.

Why do you say so?

Because long before he experienced the price of resurrection, he unexpectedly discovered that he had been recognized by the inheritance, and there was such a space. Many things in the space came from one person's collection.

Most of these things were related to a woman, but he never knew who she was related to. It was not until today when he saw so many portraits of women that he became somewhat certain.

But since these things are related to her, what role do I play in them?

Who would I be?

Dongfang Junyan couldn't help but touch the woman in the painting.

The discomfort and doubts in my heart reached a critical point in an instant.

Dongfang Junyan couldn't help but take a deep breath, closed the album in his hand dejectedly, tidied it up a bit, and left.

After gazing into the distance for a long time in front of a rockery, Dongfang Junyan's mood finally calmed down a little.

He went back to the place where he had looked at the picture albums before. Strangely, those calligraphy books and picture albums seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him and had completely disappeared!

Are there any restrictions on these things?

Suddenly, he remembered the last time he came here.

Some things, once he touches them, will mysteriously disappear and can never be found again.

Could it be the same this time?

So where did all those disappeared things go?

Strange, it's really strange!

Apart from those that disappeared, Dongfang Junyan still planned to continue watching.

There are actually a few boxes behind the picture album!

The boxes contain either neatly arranged letters or some exquisite items, such as bracelets, mirrors, hairpins, etc.

After reading these, Dongfang Junyan really wanted to read on but also didn't want to. In the end, he still read them carefully.

Those letters were all written by the calligrapher. The handwriting in the letters changed from crooked to beautiful and neat, but every letter made Dongfang Junyan feel mixed emotions.

The first letter read, "After so much practice, I finally know how to write my name, Bai Zhou. This name is so nice. She gave it to me!"

"Every time I hear her call my name, my heart starts beating fast and my face turns red. Why is that?"

"Hehe, this heart she gave me is really interesting. I seem to be able to feel a lot of happiness!"

"So, Bai Zhou had no heart at the beginning? Then could this heart be related to the girl in Bai Zhou's letter?" Dongfang Junyan pondered.

"Then how to remove this mark..."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Junyan quickened the pace of reading the letter.

After reading more than ten letters, Dongfang Junyan knew the origin of the mark and naturally the woman's name. The other boxes contained gifts from the woman to him, as well as gifts he had intended to give her but had never given them away.

The girl Bai Zhou referred to in the letter was also called Nuoxi, and the mark was actually something Bai Zhou learned from a secret technique he stole from Nuoxi. He was caught red-handed when he used it for the first time and was given a spanking.

But Bai Zhou did not regret it, and even enjoyed it.

Because that was the first time she got angry in front of him, and she was angry with him.

After Dongfang Junyan finished reading it, the alpaca in his heart rushed past him, and what made him even more upset was yet to come.

There were a few lines of small words written on the back of the letter, "Although I told her that I had lifted the contract, how could it actually be lifted?"

"Nuoxi, I want to protect you in this way for a long time."

Dongfang Junyan found the letter quite annoying. "So, the mark on Nuoxi's hand actually existed at this time?"

So how can we remove this thing?

So, Dongfang Junyan continued to endure the discomfort in his heart and read all the letters.

It is worth mentioning that Dongfang Junyan couldn’t help but read this last letter several times.

The letter read, "They all said you would never come back, but I don't believe it. I will find you. Wait for me!"

"Nuoxi, I haven't had the chance to tell you that I like you. I've liked you since the first time I saw you!"

"If I could see you again, I would definitely stick to you!"

Dongfang Junyan, "..."

Sometimes, people's sixth sense can really drive people crazy!

It seems that Bai Zhou really had a plan for Nuo Xi long ago!

It seems that if we want to remove this mark, we have to start with Bai Zhou.

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This chapter is written by: Bai Zhou

Art Direction: The author

Friendly performance: Dongfang Junyan