Shu Fei sometimes reflected on herself, but unfortunately her IQ was not very high. Every time she encountered something that required a lot of brainpower, she would always give up in the end.
Wen Huan didn't expect Shu Fei to be so arrogant, and suddenly he felt a little embarrassed.
I didn't expect that Shu Fei seemed like a completely different person.
He immediately looked at Shu Fei and said, "What's wrong with you? Did someone say something in front of you that made you uncomfortable?"
Who is this person he is talking about? He probably intends to put all these things on Qiao Yuange.
However, Concubine Shu's brain was getting brighter and brighter, and she understood what he meant at once, and immediately said to him: "Why do you think others will hinder my judgment? If you have no problem with my love, then no one can hinder my judgment, because you have a clear conscience!"
"You are so nervous, you keep saying all sorts of things, and you don't even dare to look me in the eye, for fear that someone else will judge our relationship. Isn't it because you don't trust this relationship that much from the bottom of your heart?"
"But then again, what kind of feelings do we have? People always regret things, but what's the point of regretting? The two of us are no longer the same as before, and I can see clearly what you mean."
After saying this, Shu Fei was about to leave and no longer waste time with Wen Huan.
But this time, Wen Huan suddenly reached out and took something out of his arms.
He walked through the low courtyard, came in front of Shu Fei, and put the thing in front of Shu Fei.
Shu Fei paused and saw that it was a purse.
There is a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on this purse, but the embroidery is very ugly, like two uncoordinated ducks.
The moment Shu Fei saw it, her expression changed instantly, as if a nerve was pricked.
She looked down at the ugly purse, then looked up at Wen Huan.
She recalled an old memory.
This purse has a history. It was the first embroidery piece she made when she learned how to embroider a purse.
At that time, she was only a teenager.
Every day she would make a fuss and ask to learn martial arts from her father.
Wielding swords and guns is her favorite thing to do.
But those people in her family said that as a girl, she should not wield swords and guns, but should learn women's embroidery.
Her father also agreed with her and forced her to learn women's embroidery.
But she seemed to have no talent in this area.
The things I made were uglier than each other, and I would always hurt myself doing this kind of delicate work.
After she accidentally stabbed a hole in her hand with the scissors again, she threw the unfinished, twisted purse to the ground.
She clearly remembered that at that time a cheerful young man walked in slowly, picked up the purse she had thrown on the ground, examined it carefully, and then calmly put it into his pocket.
And said: "It's quite good-looking. I didn't expect you could do it so beautifully on your first try. Although not as delicate as other girls, it's also somewhat similar."
She was just smiling brightly at that time, but now when she thinks about it again, she was actually still able to laugh out loud at that joke.
The old memories suddenly flooded into Shu Fei's mind, and what they brought was not gentleness and calmness, but like a needle, piercing her heart fiercely.
Wen Huan used to be so considerate and gentle to her. They were both young and frivolous, and both were the best among the teenagers in their area.
They possess quite powerful abilities, and are the best in terms of fighting power.
In fact, they were too proud and refused to bow to each other, holding back their anger until Shu Fei came to her senses first and was willing to put aside her pride and dignity just to be with the person she loved.
But she thought that she had taken ninety-nine steps, and she was about to take even the remaining step. Mr. Wen Huan should be moved, right?
But she didn't know what was wrong. Wen Huan kept distancing himself from her, running away from her, and even turned around to hurt her.
Those feelings disappeared bit by bit. When she was finally planning to let go bit by bit and regain her former dignity, Wen Huan suddenly jumped out and told her not to give up!
As she hoped more and more to escape from the fact that Wen Huan didn't like her, she found that Wen Huan had caught up with her again.
She looked at the purse in silence for a long time, then showed an unhappy expression on her face, and looked at Wen Huan and said to him: "Why did you bring this stinky thing here? I understand why you let me see it. You just want me to know that you have kept this thing that I once owned. You hope to impress me in this way, right?"
That’s right, Wenhuan thought so.
But this kind of thing originally carried a vague sense of ambiguity. After Shu Fei expressed this vague ambiguity, Wen Huan seemed to be very stupid.
It seems that Shu Fei did not take this thing seriously, but Wen Huan kept it for so many years.
He also looked down at the purse in his hand, and then said, "Did I do something wrong? I always thought that this thing was very important to you. Although your work is not very good-looking, the way you tried to make it has always been in my heart, making me feel that you had a different feeling at that time."
"Before, you were a girl who liked to wield swords and guns, but how could a girl like this kind of thing? I thought you didn't like these, but I didn't expect you to start playing with them. Now I want to take out this memory, in fact, it is to tell you that you have always been the same in my mind, just like this purse. I am still willing to keep it for you all these years."
Shu Fei snatched the thing, looked at it carefully, and then turned around and threw it to the side.
In the brazier.
When the purse met the fire, it caught fire instantly. The flames shot up directly and then went out in an instant.
When Wen Huan saw Shu Fei's action, he took a breath and looked up at Shu Fei.
He couldn't quite believe that the woman in front of him could do such a thing.
Finally, he couldn't help but said to Shu Fei: "What are you doing?"
Shu Fei looked up at Wen Huan and said, "What am I doing? I think you should understand what I mean. I'm just telling you not to lie to me or toy with me anymore. What's the point of toy with me? If you don't like me, why do you have to make yourself look so affectionate?"
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