old man in white

Lin Fan's eyes widened, and he clenched his teacup tightly, suppressing the shock in his heart, but still couldn't help but whispered.

"what!"

Lin Fan didn't expect that Feng Yan would directly call out his name in the God Realm when he just asked about the flute.

"Miss, you, how could you..."

"I just called out the name Mie Meng to test it out. I didn't expect it. Seeing your reaction, you still remember the past."

Lin Fan: ...

Fengyan just called out Miemeng's name just as a test?

"Being demoted to the mortal world, you still remember your past. Lin Fan, has your soul been impacted?"

clam?

Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

I remember the previous things because the soul was shocked?But my soul has been impacted, why don't I know?

"The God Realm announced that Miemeng was dead. I didn't expect you to be demoted to the mortal world. It seems that I learned something important about the God Realm today."

Feng Yan turned her head to look at Lin Fan, feeling that the woman's reaction in front of her was a little too flat.If someone else knew that he was once a god, he might have lost his expression.

"Lin Fan, you don't seem surprised that I know your past."

"How can I not be surprised, I am so surprised. It's just that too many things have happened, and my psychological quality has been cultivated long ago. The fact that I was demoted was just for the gods to give my master Qinghua a face. Otherwise , I have long since disappeared from the Three Realms. It’s not a big deal, young lady, you know as long as you know it. It’s just that you are the first person I’ve met who can guess the God Realm. "

"If it wasn't for the bird, I wouldn't have guessed it either."

that bird!!!

Now Lin Fan couldn't calm down anymore, he grabbed Feng Yan's left shoulder with both hands.

"Miss sister, have you seen that little brat, how is she doing now? Has the God Realm made things difficult for her because of me?"

Seeing Lin Fan's anxious expression, Feng Yan knew that she had guessed correctly before, that Lin Fan was indeed the reincarnation of that bird sister.

"Don't get excited."

Feng Yan stroked Lin Fan with his right hand and grabbed Lin Fan's hands on his left shoulder, and continued.

"She is very good and has been living in the extremely cold place in the north. I met her by chance, so she gave me this flute, saying that if I have difficulties in the future, I can go to the extremely cold place and play this bone flute , you can find her."

"Is she... really doing well?"

Lin Fan knew that most of the gods and beasts in the world had ascended to heaven, and the rest of the gods and beasts in the mortal world died in a civil war, except for the young himself and his sister, which was saved by his mother's desperate efforts. the result of.At the beginning, Emperor Qinghua took a fancy to Miemeng's talent, and directly brought Miemeng to the God Realm to become a god, and named him after the first two characters of "Miemeng bird".Since then, Mie Meng and his younger sister have been separated from the God Realm and Mortal Realm, but because Mie Meng has become a god, the younger sister will be more or less taken care of by the God Realm. It is the best result.Because of the innate blood relationship, the two knew that they missed each other from the bottom of their hearts, which also gave Mie Meng spiritual comfort before meeting the righteous concubine.After that, Mie Meng was demoted to the mortal world, and the immortal soul was separated from his body. The mortal body could not have a spiritual connection with his sister. Therefore, for hundreds of years, she must have thought that Mie Meng was really executed by the gods.

Feng Yan thought about the shape of the bird, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Physically, she is really doing well, but spiritually... Lin Fan, she really misses you."

Lin Fan, she really misses you.

One sentence pierced Lin Fan's calm heart, and the tears in his eyes accumulated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, hey, don't cry."

Seeing that Lin Fan was about to shed tears with his lips curled, Feng Yan quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped Lin Fan's face.Then, the chopsticks in Tang Ling's hand broke again...

Feng Yan pulled out the bone flute from her waist and handed it to Lin Fan.

"No, go find her. I know you miss her from the bottom of your heart."

Lin Fan sucked his nose hard.

"No, there are still important things to do right now, and I don't have so much time to find her."

Besides, even if you find her and recognize her, on the road to the west sea, if you die, it will only make the little brat even more sad.

"Miss sister, you should keep this flute well. She is willing to pluck her own feathers to make a bone flute for you. It seems that you have a deep friendship."

"Well, very deep. Because of fate, she saved my life."

"Anyway, now that I know she's not in a miserable life, I'm already fine. I was really worried about her at the beginning because of her naughty character."

Hearing what Lin Fan said, Feng Yan couldn't help chuckling.

"People grow up, and she is no exception. You don't have to worry about her and protect her all the time."

"I'm not always worried about her. How can I protect her without being around her?"

Since coming to the Han Dynasty, many things happened one after another. Lin Fan didn't think about other things at all, and he really didn't think about her little sister of the beast.

"Miss sister, you said that I am less than 20 years old, but I have a soul that is hundreds of years old. Sometimes when I think about it, I am really tired."

Maybe it's because Fengyan is wearing a bone flute, or maybe it's because Lin Fan really has an affection for Fengyan. on the shoulders.Then, the chopsticks in Tang Ling's hand broke...

The dance in the audience is over, and then a few strong men perform wrestling, which is similar to Naadam in Inner Mongolia.Seeing the wrestling, Wang Man stood up from his seat on a whim.

"I'm coming too! It's been a long time since I've had an event!"

Seeing that Wang Man was also coming, those strong men performing wrestling invited Wang Man to come with them very hospitablely.It is said to be a performance, but it is actually a real wrestling, and it is not worth the slightest bit of pretense.Wen Zeshui and Feng Buwei stared at Wang Man closely and called him from the sidelines.But Tang Ling was still looking at the high platform.

Lin Fan watched the performance off the stage, but his eyes were dull, obviously his mind was not on watching the performance.

"Are you sure you still want to rest your head on my shoulder? The girl under the stage has already broken several pairs of chopsticks."

Feng Yan looked down at Lin Fan beside him and couldn't help but remind him.I'm afraid that if it's later, Miss Tang's jealous smell will be all over the village.

"What?" How many pairs of chopsticks were broken?

Lin Fan didn't understand what Fengyan meant for a while, but subconsciously glanced at Tang Ling who was in the audience.With just one glance, he saw Tang Lingzheng looking at him angrily. Lin Fan couldn't help shivering, straightened up quickly, turned his head away from Fengyan's shoulder, and coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment.

"I said, Miss Tang, who was sitting with you, has never left your eyes since you came to me. Does she like you?"

Lin Fan was caught off guard by Fengyan's straightforward question. He coughed in embarrassment for several minutes, but he couldn't answer a complete sentence.

"She's just, ahem, just...just..."

"It's just that you don't like her?"

!!!

Aren't people a thousand years ago very reserved?Why is Miss Sister asking so straightforwardly!

"It's not that I don't like her, it's just...we are destined not to be together in the end. I don't want to hurt her heart. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

"Why can't we be together? She likes you, and you like her. It's better to please each other than wishful thinking."

Lin Fan could clearly see that when Fengyan said "wishful thinking", his eyes couldn't hide the loneliness.

The author has something to say:

wishful thinking, endless

The stupid author has not passed the junior accountant, and I will add another chapter when I am sad (cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry)