Chapter 190 Did you just propose?

The fifth floor is a photo exhibition hall, with beams of light from spotlights shining down and focusing on photo frames of different sizes.

Ning Fengsheng saw himself again.

Thousands of myself.

Her cheeks smeared by the paintbrush as she worked at her desk; her back as she walked alone on the tree-lined avenue, kicking pebbles; the pure yearning that flickered in her eyes as she gazed up at a gorgeous dress in the window; her face curled up on the sofa watching an old movie, her eyes reddened by the plot, yet she stubbornly fought back tears...

Time loses its linearity here.

There are pictures of her when she first entered college and still had baby fat, and there are also pictures of her looking a little tired after attending a small press conference a few months ago.

The angles and lighting are different, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the protagonist in the picture - her.

And she was completely unaware of the existence of most of the shots.

Countless of the most ordinary and casual moments in her life that were frozen in time.

Ning Fengsheng looked at the wall covered with her images, as if she was in a huge maze built by countless past "her".

She knew that Nanchuan Shijue had many photos of her, but she didn't expect that there were far more than she imagined...

It's like a sea of ​​photos, I'm drowning.

"The biggest regret in my life is that I met Miss Ning too late," Moss said. "These photos make up for that regret."

"Is it such a pity?" Ning Fengsheng grabbed Nanchuan Shijue's sleeve.

"At the prime of my health, the person I want to protect the most has appeared. What's there to regret?" Nanchuan Shijue raised a wicked smile. "The child I ask for now will also be the healthiest and best-quality one."

Moss was feeling relieved that the young master had finally come to his senses.

After careful consideration, I feel something is wrong...

Why are you saying this in such a flirty way, young master?

Ning Fengsheng's cheeks flushed slightly. Hearing the hidden meaning behind his words, he punched him hard on the chest: "What are you talking about!"

"I said - the time we met was perfect, not a second off," Nanchuan Shijue grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "If it had been any earlier, I would have been unable to touch or caress you every day, only able to look at you but not lick you, and I would have been living a life worse than death."

"Yeah, if you delay any longer you'll be too old and weak."

"What are you talking about? Is it because your brother Nanchuan hasn't shown his might for a long time, so you have forgotten it?" Nanchuan Shijue pinched her chin, wanting to torture her severely.

This woman has learned to be a bad person with her mouth!

Taking advantage of being pregnant, she dared to tease him——

Ning Fengsheng ran into the elevator with a smile: "He's a wimp and has a strong addiction to human beings."

"..." Nanchuan Shijue was tall and had long legs. He pulled her into his arms and said, "Ning Fengsheng, after you give birth, you're dead!"

Ding, the sixth floor is a concert hall.

The entire space design presents a sense of flowing music.

She saw the "Future Star" medal she won in the city piano competition when she was in elementary school. It was polished to a shine and placed in the center of a small crystal box.

In a slightly larger box next to it was the first Walkman she bought when she was in junior high school. The black body was already a little worn.

Next to it was the silver microphone with her name tag on it, which she had used when broadcasting at her high school radio station, the piano she had played for more than ten years since she was three years old, and...

As her gaze moved, she saw more familiar yet distant things: a handwritten draft of the sheet music she had written for a campus original music competition in college, with traces of repeated revisions still on it; the long-obsolete entry-level electronic keyboard she had used for her first attempt at composing and arranging music; and even... a pink Hello Kitty harmonica she had used in her teenage years!

These "relics" that carry her vocal memories are displayed in this transparent music temple like the most precious artifacts.

Suddenly, a song came from the space, and the melody—

Ning Fengsheng's heart trembled slightly. It was the campus song she sang out of tune!

"This is so embarrassing, can you please stop it?"

"The young master loves it so much that he made it into his cell phone ringtone..." Moss said with a smile.

"You don't want to hear singing, you want to hear some other sound?"

Nanchuan Shijue held the remote control, pressed two buttons with a wicked smile.

The background sound returned to the "sound fragments", it was some strange sound, a man's low moan and a woman's...

Ning Fengsheng's face flushed visibly, and he rushed over to grab the remote control: "Nanchuan Shijue, you are shameless!"

"I have all the voices you have, haha."

"Don't put out such shameful things, Moss is still here!"

"He's old and deaf, so he can't hear."

"Yes, yes, Miss Ning, I'm deaf." Moss couldn't close his mouth after hearing this, but he shook his head to indicate that he couldn't hear.

Ning Fengsheng stamped his feet in anger.

"Who dares to say that I'm a wimp and have a strong addiction?"

"A narrow-minded man who holds grudges."

Ning Fengsheng was convinced. In this regard, she was indeed not as thick-skinned as Nanchuan Shijue and could not beat him.

"Listen carefully for yourself. Am I really that bad?" Nanchuan Shijue raised his eyebrows. "If the volume is too low to hear clearly, can I turn it up a little louder?"

"Nanchuan Noble!" Ning Fengsheng was anxious, "Don't do this."

"Then tell me, am I really that powerful..."

"Amazing..." Ning Fengsheng blushed, "You're the best."

Nanchuan Shijue smiled contentedly, pressed the remote control with his long finger, and the shameful sound disappeared.

The sixth floor is the everlasting flower exhibition hall, a sea of ​​flowers.

One thousand seven hundred and twenty-one kinds of everlasting flowers - all currently known and registered varieties of roses and roses are here, made into the form of everlasting flowers.

Just because Ning Fengsheng likes roses.

Nanchuan Shijue took her to visit each floor until they reached the twelfth floor. The top floor was an observatory with a pointed tower.

When Ning Fengsheng turned around, he saw the man kneeling on one knee, and the diamond ring in the velvet gift box was shining with a captivating light.

"Ning Fengsheng, this museum houses your entire past, present, and future." He raised the corner of his mouth with a handsome wicked smile, "Now, it's time to hand over the rest of your life to me."

Without waiting for her to answer, the man roughly put the ring on her finger: "Remember, this place is always open only to you."

“…”

He held her in his arms, lowered his head and bit her lips gently, "Because you are the most precious collection in my life, and the only faith of me, the Nanchuan Shijue."

Ning Fengsheng was speechless. How could anyone propose like this? Simple and crude, a quick decision.

She hasn't even realized it yet—she hasn't agreed yet!

"Nanchuan Shijue, were you proposing to me just now?"

"..." Nanchuan Shijue's cheeks tightened. "What? You want to regret it? After wearing my ring, you are already Mrs. Nanchuan."

A domineering man.

"If you dare not agree, don't force me."

He even threatened her.

Ning Fengsheng raised his eyebrows: "What about you?"

"Don't make me kneel down and beg you!"