He looked at what he wrote from beginning to end, feeling that his feelings were stiff because of the great ups and downs of his feelings when he wrote. However, he knew that this stiffness was caused by the heart. Although he did not like things that were stiff, he thought that what he thought was very real. Even if it was shown in some inexplicable form, he didn't have to be too disgusted with it.

Wu Xunsheng thought: Will you leave it to her like this then?

After looking at the slightly monotonous piece of paper, he felt that despite his deep affection and sincerity, it was still more suitable to write on other things that were easier to preserve.

He immediately thought of a folding fan with flowers on it in his room, so he decided to take it out and write the thought on the folding fan, which would be better.

He remembered that he had put the fan in a cabinet very close to the door, and immediately went into the room to get it.

The fan was indeed a bit special, with flowers painted in extremely light colors, but he never knew what kind of flowers it was.

Not only did he never see that kind of flower, but his subordinates used to ask him what kind of flower was painted on it when they saw him holding a fan, and they also looked curious.

Although his subordinates asked, he didn't think much about what kind of flower it was before. Until one time, Tie Hongyan went to his room and saw the opened folding fan he put aside from. She said the fan looked good and asked him what was drawn on it.

At that time, the two had never held an alliance ceremony, and he had never gone to Jingxi Mountain. Of course, he could hear her speaking at that time.

He took the fan and showed it to Tie Hongyan and said to her: I only know it is a flower, but I don’t know what flower it is, do you know?

Tie Hongyan Du: I don’t know, I have never seen such a flower before, nor have I seen it in books.

Do you think this flower is beautiful? Wu Xunsheng asked.

It looks good. Tiehongyan said, do you think this flower would not be in the world? It was painted by people based on imagination?

I thought so too. Wu Xunshengdao, remember that when I bought it, someone else was buying it. There was someone next to me who liked to draw fans with strange things. The paintings on each fan there were different, and I didn't pay attention to what was drawn on the fan the man was talking. When my subordinate asked me what was drawing, I remembered the person's words, wondering if the flower was also a strange thing and whether the fan painter had come up with it.

Tie Hongyan looked at the flowers on the fan again, feeling that the style of painting was a bit familiar, but she didn't think much about it.

That day she was busy doing something else and soon left Wu Xunsheng's room.

After she left, Wu Xunsheng took the fan and looked at it again. He didn't know why he suddenly imagined the flowers on the fan.

Because Tie Hongyan said that the fan looked good, and because he had thought about the way Tie Hongyan painted it, he thought the fan was particularly special, so he put it in a box and put it away, and never used it again.

On this day a long time later, Wu Xunsheng wanted to write the content written on the paper on the fan and then give the fan to Tie Hongyan. When he was looking in a room, he thought it would be easy to find, but he didn't find it at all.
Chapter completed!