Rebirth of Chen An

Lu Feng didn't want to die. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would forget about that man named Chen Chang'an after he died.

The jade box of the Han Dynasty just photographed was completely placed in front of him. The man who was significantly thinner than before quietly watched the jade box in front of him. He closed his eyes and placed his hands carefully on the jade box.

He imagined how that man caressed the surface of the jade box and how he gave the jade box to Changle when he was not by Chang'an's side.

This jade box was something that Chen Changan had touched and owned back then, and it bears the traces of that man.

"Chang'an..." He said the man's name lightly, over and over again, the more he suffered, the more he missed that man, and the more he missed him, the more painful he was.

The contradictory and struggling painful emotions often make Lu Feng feel the meaning of being alive, the meaning of being alive now.

Slowly opening the jade box, a letter with a red seal suddenly jumped into view. The man who was a little dazed a moment ago was concentrating for a moment, and his voice was cold.

"Who put this letter in the box?"

The cold, blade-like voice carried invisible coercion, and the subordinate not far away suddenly had sweaty palms, and replied nervously and quickly: "Mr. Lu, this is a letter of thanks from the original owner of the auction item."

Thank you letter?

Lu Feng hesitated and took the envelope out of the jade box. His eyes fell on the red sealing clay, and his peaceful heart began to boil as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

The color, texture, and even the material of the envelope are exactly the same as those used by Chen Changan during his lifetime.

Is it a malicious joke?

If it is a joke, he will make the joker's life worse than death, no one, no one can make fun of his Chang'an!

A face was cold and tense. Lu Feng removed the seal and took out the letter paper inside. When his fingers touched the kraft paper letter paper, the coldness on Lu Feng's face gradually showed signs of breaking down, and the palms of his hands unconsciously began to collapse. sweat.

Who else in this world can understand Chang'an like him?

Impossible, it is impossible for a second person to understand Chang'an's obsession with details such as letter paper, envelopes and even sealing clay.

However, when he saw a line of small characters on the letter paper, Lu Feng was completely motionless, motionless as if frozen in place.

As time passed, Lu Feng seemed to have turned into a sculpture, but he just kept staring at the letter paper without any response.

Just when the nearby subordinates wanted to remind him, Lu Feng suddenly raised his head and laughed, hysterical, crazy and extreme.

"You are not dead, you must not be dead, right..."

"How could he die, Chang'an, Chang'an...hahaha!"

Like crazy, Lu Feng held the letter paper with only one line of small characters in his hand, laughed loudly and sobbed softly, clutching his heart with one hand, the man's eyes fixed on the letter paper belonging to Chen. Chang'an's handwriting.

His heart could hardly bear the stimulation, and it was about to burst.

"Lu, Mr. Lu?"

"Let Xiao Yuan come over." Suddenly returning to normal, Lu Feng calmly ordered.

He was still looking at the letter paper in his hand, but his eyes were getting deeper and deeper. He wanted to know what was written on it.

"Ivanov?" Gently read out the name of the person mentioned on the letter, Lu Feng firmly grasped his left chest, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched and grinned upwards.

Whether it's a trap or something else, this name has stimulated Lu Feng, and this reason is enough.

He didn't like that Chen Chang'an had any man in his heart except him.