Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 3463 (Three Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Three)

He read through what he had written and felt that the connection was abrupt due to the ups and downs of his emotions while writing. However, he knew that this abruptness came from the heart. Although he did not like things that were abruptly connected, he believed that what he thought in his heart was very real, and even if it was presented in a somewhat inexplicable form, he would not be too disgusted.

Wu Xunsheng thought: Should I just hand it over to her when the time comes?

After looking at the slightly monotonous piece of paper, he felt that despite his deep feelings and sincerity, it would be more appropriate to write them on something else that was easier to preserve.

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

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

The fan was indeed special, with flowers painted on it in very light colors, but he had never known what the flowers were.

Not only had he never seen that kind of flower, but his subordinates also asked him what kind of flower was painted on the fan when they saw him holding it, and they also showed curiosity.

Even though his subordinates had asked him before, he had never thought much about what kind of flower it was until one day when Tie Hongyan went to his room and saw from afar the opened folding fan that he had placed aside. She said the fan was beautiful and asked him what was painted on it.

At that time, the two of them had not yet held the alliance ceremony, and he had not been to Jingxi Mountain. Of course, he could hear her voice at that time.

He took the fan and showed it to Tie Hongyan, saying to her, "I only know it is a flower, but I don't know what kind of flower it is. Do you know?"

Tie Hongyan said: "I don't know. I have never seen such a flower, nor have I seen it in a book." "Do you think this flower is beautiful?" Wu Xunsheng asked.

"It's beautiful." Tie Hongyan said, "Do you think this flower doesn't exist in the world and was drawn by someone based on his imagination?"

"I thought so too," Wu Xunsheng said. "I remember when I bought it, there were other people buying it too. Someone next to me said that he liked fans with strange paintings. The paintings on each fan were different, and I didn't pay attention to what was painted on the fan that person was holding when he spoke. When my subordinates asked me what the painting was, I remembered what that person said, and wondered if this flower was also a strange thing, and if it was something that the fan painter came up with."

Tie Hongyan looked at the flowers on the fan again and felt that the style of painting was somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much about it.

She was busy doing other things that day 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 painted on the fan by Tie Hongyan.

Because Tie Hongyan said that the fan was beautiful, and because he had imagined what Tie Hongyan's painting would look like, he thought that the fan was particularly special, so he specially put the fan in a box, put it away, and never used it again.

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

He frowned and thought: Didn't I put it in this cabinet? No way! I remember it should be in this cabinet.

(End of this chapter)