old man in white

At this time, Feng Yan came to the banquet with the support of the villagers.Tang Ling raised her head and watched Lin Fan walking towards the high platform while staring straight at Fengyan.

Seeing that Lin Fan's eyes were about to pop out, Tang Ling felt jealous, but she couldn't control her strength and crushed the teacup in her hand.The sound of the teacup shattering was not loud, but the broken porcelain still cut a small wound on Tang Ling's finger.The wound didn't hurt, but before, whenever Tang Ling bumped into it, regardless of the size of the wound, Lin Fan would be the first to rush to Tang Ling, and hurriedly asked if Tang Ling was okay.Originally, Tang Ling wondered why Lin Fan cared so much about her. Now that she knew the reason, Tang Ling looked at the wound on her finger, then looked up at Lin Fan, only to find that Lin Fan had already walked up to the high platform, not paying attention to what she was doing. side.

Tang Ling: ...MMP...

On the high platform is the exclusive seat of the patriarch, but there is also a wooden table for two people.After Lin Fan walked up the nine steps, he came to Fengyan.Feng Yan looked at the person in front of him who suddenly jumped up and blocked his fire, squinted his eyes, and looked up and down calmly.

"Miss Lin, why are you looking for me?" Feng Yan still spoke coldly.

"Miss, hehehe."

Lin Fan smirked, raised his hand and scratched his hair, looking embarrassed.

"Can I sit with you, I don't mean anything else, I just want to chat with you!"

"Chat? I don't think you and I have anything to talk about."

Obviously, Fengyan rejected Lin Fan.

This young lady really doesn't get close to strangers...

"Who said there is no topic! Miss, I want to hear you tell me about the origin of the flute on your waist."

Lin Fan saw Feng Yan frowned slightly when he heard him say the flute, obviously he didn't expect that he would ask this question.Before Fengyan could speak, Lin Fan hastily added another sentence.

"If Miss Sister is willing, it would be good to tell me the story of that jade pendant by the way."

Feng Yan drank all the tea in the cup, and looked up at Lin Fan, who no longer had the laughing and joking expression when he first came up, but instead had a serious face.

"sit down."

After getting permission, Lin Fan immediately sat down next to Fengyan, and then looked at Fengyan, showing a foolish smile again.

Fengyan: ...

Tang Ling in the audience saw that Lin Fan not only didn't come down, but sat happily beside Fengyan, and then the chopsticks in Tang Ling's hands bent at a speed visible to the naked eye until they broke...

The servant standing behind Tang Ling quickly added a new pair of chopsticks to Tang Ling.

Servant: This girl just crushed a teacup, and now she is breaking a pair of chopsticks.Such violence, if she has a husband in the future, wouldn't that be very unlucky?Can't you kneel on the washboard every day?I'm afraid kneeling on the washboard will be light...

Just like that, the servant stood aside, silently lighting candles for Tang Ling's future spouse.

"Everyone, I know that you have a secret mission in Cangming Mountain. I, Cangming Mountain, don't want to have any contact with the outside world, but for Zeshuihe's sake, I am willing to help you."

Feng Yan looked at the four people under the high platform with a kind of gaze that looked down on the world, that aura was like a born king.

"For today's banquet, people in my family will perform specially to relax for you."

Immediately afterwards, a group of men and women came dancing in the middle.Lin Fan was not interested in acting, so he turned to look at Fengyan.

"Miss, this flute... where did you get it?"

"Why are you so curious about this flute? It's just a gift from a friend, it's just an ordinary flute."

Feng Yan picked up the water glass to drink, and glanced at Lin Fan.

"Ordinary flute?"

It can't be an ordinary flute! The material of this flute is obviously the cartilage on the feathers of the Miemeng bird! How did Fengyan get it?After all, the little boy is the only remaining beast, and with Feng Yan's ability, it is impossible to subdue that little boy.

"Miss sister, I don't want to hide it from you. I felt very kind when I saw you for the first time. How can I say that feeling... like a relative! But, I'm sure I have no contact with you. Until you just When I walked over, I noticed the flute on your waist. I realized that I didn’t have feelings for you, but this flute. That, so I have a heartfelt request...Can you put Give me this flute"

A gift from a friend?Could it be someone else got it from the boy? But, right now, Lin Fan won't tell Feng Yan the truth.

"Do you have a feeling for this flute? What kind of feeling!"

Feng Yan was not calm anymore, because that person, no, that bird once told herself that this bone flute contained the aura of their family, and had a spiritual connection with the members of their family, and as long as they played this flute, Fang Yuan Within fifty miles, everyone in her family will hear it.However, she is the only one left in her family now... Now, Lin Fan said that she has feelings in her heart, doesn't that mean...

"It's a feeling of relatives. So I'm curious, where is the original owner of this flute?"

The feeling of loved ones...

Fengyan remembered that the bird had told herself that she had a sister, but she was executed by the God Realm in the end.

Could it be that Lin Fan in front of him is the dead sister of the bird?There are two ways to immortalize a person.One is to draw out the body of the fairy, smash the bones and blood, and be stripped of the godhead (the qualification of a fairy), and the fairy soul is separated from the body, but as long as there is great merit, there is still the possibility of returning to the fairyland.The second is that the immortal dies under normal or abnormal circumstances, and the immortal soul turns into a mortal soul and falls into the mortal world, completely losing contact with the immortal world, and there is no possibility of becoming an immortal.The bird told me that her sister was executed by the God Realm, so her sister's fairy soul was gone long ago. If Lin Fan was the sister of the dead bird, it would be impossible for Lin Fan to have feelings for the bone flute.But now, Lin Fan has a feeling...

"Hahaha~hahaha~"

Fengyan burst into a burst of unrestrained laughter, which startled Lin Fan beside Fengyan and the four people in the audience, and it was inexplicable what followed.

Wen Zeshui: What happened to Aunt Feng?

The wind does not act: what is my aunt laughing at?

Wang Man: Why did the patriarch smile so happily on the high platform?

Lin Fan: Damn it, why did you start laughing all of a sudden? It scared me!

Tang Ling: Lin Fan, you still haven't come down!

Feng Yan: Oops, I got carried away for a while, and forgot about the cool persona.

"it is good!"

Feng Yan stretched out her hands to applaud, and said to the dancers in the audience, "Dancing skills are good", so as to relieve her embarrassment just now.

Wen Zeshui: ...

The wind is not for: ...

Wang Man: ...

Lin Fan: Did she listen to what I just said to my young lady? Did she just focus on watching other people dance?

Tang Ling: Lin Fan, you still haven't come down!

Just as Lin Fan was about to talk about the flute, Feng Yan picked up the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and picked up a teacup with each hand.

"boom!"

Feng Yan clinked the teacups in both hands, then handed Lin Fan a cup.Lin Fan took it, and before he had time to drink it, Fengyan spoke.

"Miemeng, I've heard the name for a long time! The second patriarch of Cangming Mountain No. 40, Fengyan, paid my respects here."

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I described that flute when Feng Yan first appeared on the stage, you must have not read it carefully, let me remind you.

Also, I saw another baby who voted for me in the middle of the night. I have said that my writing sucks. You should keep it for excellent authors and don’t waste it on me.In addition, what kind of novels do you read if you don’t sleep in the middle of the night! Go to bed early and get up early so that you won’t lose your hair! ———Lessons from the post-90s bald author Persuasion