The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 205 Relics (one more)

   Zhu Shaodan grabbed the person excitedly and said: "My master has won, and my master is Xi Yu..."

   "My master is Sai Yu... he won the championship of the tournament."

  He climbed up the ring excitedly and wanted to share the joy with Master. More and more people flocked to the ring, and the small ring was crowded with water.

  "Where is my master?" Zhu Shaodan looked dazed.

  More people came, and Zhu Shaodan was caught in the middle, looking around blankly.

  Everyone was immersed in excitement, and did not realize that the person who was shouting in their mouths had long since disappeared from the ring.

  Zhao Zhen chased out and shouted: "Xi Yu, you stop for me."

  The young man paused, and soon disappeared into the cold night breeze in the basement without looking back.

  Zhao Zhen stamped his foot, "Even if you hide in the end of the world, I can find you."

  Echoes were heard over and over in the basement, and Zhao Zhen shivered suddenly, so cold.

   Fortunately, she was prepared, and called out: "If you lose it, don't come back."

  As soon as Zhao Zhen was about to turn around, he saw Ye Shuang helping Ran Qing to walk out. Zhao Zhen immediately rushed over: "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

  Ran Qing's face was covered with water stains, her face was pale, and she didn't know what she was muttering in her mouth. Zhao Zhen listened closely, as if she was saying something like "She's back"... and so on.

  Zhao Zhen looked at Ye Shuang and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong with my mother?"

   Ye Shuang shook his head: "Master Xiao asked his subordinates to send Aunt Qing back. No other subordinates know about it."

  Zhao Zhen thought for a while, "You take my mom to the car first, I'll go to my cousin."

  Zhao Zhen was about to leave, Ran Qing suddenly grabbed Zhao Zhen’s wrist and murmured: "Go home."

  Zhao Zhen was taken aback, glanced at the door leading to Bo Jinlai behind him, nodded, and Ye Shuang assisted Ran Qing to leave.

After Ye Shuang left, Zhao Zhen asked, "Mom, what happened? You quarreled with your cousin?"

  A sullen flickered across Ran Qing’s eyes, "She's back."

  Zhao Zhen was confused: "Why is she back?"

  Ran Qing looked at her daughter’s beautiful and beautiful face, raised her hand and touched one of her hair: "It's okay, mom will protect you, go back to the room and rest."

  Zhao Zhen realized that after she left, her mother and cousin should have been a little unhappy.

  Zhao Zhen returned to the room thoughtfully.

   Seeing the nanny carrying a box out of the warehouse, Zhao Zhen was stunned: "Isn't this father's relic?"

In Zhao Zhen’s memory, her parents often quarreled, and sometimes they would do it. The relationship between husband and wife was not a secret. When she was twelve years old, her father Zhao Yuan fell ill and died. After her father died, her mother wanted She burned his father's belongings in a fire, and she was able to avoid it, but she never saw the sun in the storeroom ever since.

  Later, she learned that her father had done something sorry for her mother when she was young, and she felt resentment for her father, so she never wanted to touch her father's belongings anymore. She and her mother seemed to have forgotten that his father still had his belongings in the world.

  The nanny replied: "It was the lady who wanted it."

  What mom wants? Doesn't she hate dad? Why do you suddenly think of father's belongings?

  Zhao Zhen always feels that tonight’s things are full of strange things.

  Looking at the back of the babysitter walking away, Zhao Zhen thought about it and tried to follow him secretly.

  The nanny put the box in and came out, Zhao Zhen sneaked over and secretly opened the bedroom door.

  Ran Qing opened the wooden box, and suddenly dust came on her face with the smell of musty. Ran Qing coughed and choked while holding her nose, and slapped her right hand beside her nose.

   Ran Qing trembling fingers took out the contents inside.

  That is a pile of drawing paper.

Zhao Yuan is very talented in painting. When he was young, he relied on this artistic cell to attract Ran Qing. Ran Qing stalked and wanted to marry Zhao Yuan. At first, Zhao Yuan disagreed. Ran Qing used the power of Ran's family and finally forced Zhao. Yuan married her, and such a forced marriage will eventually harm others and himself.

  Zhao Zhen remembers that his father loves painting very much, he is best at drawing characters, and he was once famous.

  She saw Ran Qing flipping through the paintings one by one, too far away, combined with the reflection of the light, she could not see what she painted at all, but she could roughly tell that it was the figure painting that father was best at.

"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, you will never forget her until you die, a woman of plain appearance, why did you recite for so many years?" Zhao Zhen heard Ran Qing's angry and unwilling voice, and suddenly grabbed a picture and rubbed it into one. Tuan was thrown into the trash can.

  "You have met again underground, yes, you have fulfilled your wish." Ran Qing smiled miserably, and suddenly became ruthless, sweeping all the things on the table to the ground, and the paintings in the box scattered all over the place.

  The air outlet of the central air conditioner was blowing, and a piece of drawing paper floated to the door.

  Zhao Zhen stretched out his hand from the crack in the door and quickly grabbed the picture.

  At this time, she heard Ran Qing call out: "Zhu Mingjing, check it out, and dig out all the eighteenth generations of her ancestors."

  Zhao Zhen was shocked by the stern tone in Ran Qing's tone. Where did Ming Jing offend his mother?

  Zhao Zhen listened for a while, there was no more movement in the room, and he secretly returned to his room.

  Zhao Zhen turned on the light and unfolded the painting. This is a portrait of a meticulous painting. In the painting is a young woman, misty and rainy. The woman is holding an umbrella in one hand, black clothes and black hair, neat and tidy.

  Looking at the woman's face again, Zhao Zhen was startled.

The woman’s length is very ordinary, at best she is pretty. There is an inch-long scar across the end of the eyebrow on her left face. But it is amazing that this scar that should look terrifying appears on the woman’s face, but it is not at all. fear.

  The eyes that looked straight at them were clean and beautiful that did not match their appearance. They were clean and gentle like the pine creek of the moon and the clear springs of the mountains. They also made the scar on the left face look gentle.

The brush strokes are fine and neat, the outline is delicate, the coloring is elegant, and the lines are smooth and unrestrained. Especially the eyes of the woman in the painting are very realistic and lifelike, as if they are really looking at you directly, staring at these eyes for a long time. There will be a kind of creepy feeling subconsciously.

  Zhao Zhen always feels that these eyes are a bit familiar, as if they have seen it somewhere...

  Is this woman the one Dad likes? For her, betrayed her mother and abandoned her.

  I don’t know why, but Zhao Zhen doesn’t hate it when looking at a woman’s eyes.

  There was a flash of inspiration, and she suddenly thought of where she had seen it.

When she was young, her mother took her to the uncle’s house. She especially liked playing peekaboo with Ran’s daughter Xiaohua. Ran’s house had a lot of empty rooms. She liked to drill around in every room, and Xiaohua always looked for it. Not her.

  Once she ran around and ran to the uncle's study, Xiao Hua's face pale in fright.

  Xiaohua told her that the rules in Ran’s house are strict, and the uncle’s study is even more forbidden. Whoever dares to enter indiscriminately will have to suffer a stick.

  She was very young at the time, and she was very afraid of her uncle, and she almost cried when she heard that.

  She and Xiaohua hurriedly prepared to sneak out and ran into someone head-on.

  She thought her uncle was back, so she fell to the ground with fright.

  A white and slender hand supported her, and a fairy voice fell in her ear: "Does it hurt?"

  She raised her head in a panic, and saw the woman’s gentle watery eyes, full of spring waves, she was almost drowning in it, so much so that she directly ignored the knife scar on the woman’s left face.

   "You guys, it's really naughty. Master Wen's study is forbidden. No one can enter. If Master Wen knows, he will punish you."

  She flattened her mouth and wanted to cry, and the woman shook her head and laughed: "Okay, I won't be joking with you anymore, please leave as soon as Master Wen hasn't returned."

  She tremblingly asked: "Will you really tell Uncle Gong?"

  The woman smiled very slyly, stretched out her hand and scraped her nose: "Sister never lie."

   "Then we hang on the hook."

   "Okay." The big finger and the little finger are hooked together.

  The little girl said gruffly, “Hanging on the hook for a hundred years will not change. Who deceives others is a puppy.”

  "Well, who is a lie, who is a puppy."

   At this time, there were footsteps outside the living room, and the woman took a hand, and immediately rushed out of the study, with her toes hooked back and closed the study door, and quickly moved the two to a hidden corner.

   "Shhh, don't say anything, come out later, you know?"

  The two little heads nodded obediently.

  She hid behind the vase, and heard a series of rapid footsteps, her heart almost jumped out of tension.

   "Yujiang, come with me." This was Uncle Gong's voice, solemn and solemn, but he was trembling with his calf from a distance.

   "Yes." This was a very cold female voice, and she couldn't believe this was what the gentle woman had just said.

  In her narrow line of sight, she saw a pair of black Martin boots stepping on the floor and drifting away. It seemed to be a long, long time ago. The memories were black and white without any color.

   "Little Flower, who is she?"

Xiaohua answered something, but she couldn't remember it anymore.

  Zhao Zhen suddenly sat up from the bed. I don’t know when it started to rain outside the window. She sat on the bed blankly, trembling fingers, digging out a person from the address book, and dialing it.

  Heavy rain outside the window, lightning and thunder, a white light flashed by, illuminating the cold sweat on her forehead and swallowing throat.

   rang for a long time and finally connected at the last minute, the girl mumbled dissatisfiedly from the phone: "Who, what's the nerve of the middle of the night?"

   "Little Flower. It's me."

  There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, and the girl suddenly screamed, "Big...Miss? You called me in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

  "Do you remember when we were playing hide-and-seek at Ran's house when we were young, and we ran into a woman in Uncle's study. She didn't blame us, and she concealed it for us, because she had a scar on her left face."

   Xiaohua hesitated and said: "Miss, why are you asking this?"

   "I only asked you, do you remember?" Zhao Zhen increased his tone.

   "Remember...remember, but..."

"what is her name?"

   "Miss, why are you asking her?" Xiao Hua lowered her voice, a little fuzzy with the sound of wind and rain.

   "This person is a taboo in Ran's house, no one can mention it, miss you, please don't ask."

   "Is her name Yu Jiang?"

  Little Flower is silent.

   "I finally got it."

  Zhao Zhen had heard of Yu Jiang. After all, no matter how much he banned, he couldn't help the people discussing it. But Zhao Zhen always thought that Yu Jiang was just like Ji Chang Shouchang and the others, just a subordinate of Uncle Gong.

  It turned out that she was a woman.

  Contacting his mother tonight for a series of abnormalities, Zhao Zhen finally reasoned out a general idea.

   Yu Jiang... Ming Jing... Xi Yu, there must be some kind of connection between the three.

  Zhao Zhen suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, found the painting, turned on the light and looked at it again.

  A white light split into the darkness of the room. In the remaining white light, Zhao Zhen firmly grasped the edge of the drawing paper with both hands.

  No wonder the eyes of the people in the painting are always familiar, except for the Yujiang in the memory, there is also Mingjing.

  The gentleness of spring wind and rain, the clean melancholy of autumn frost and winter snow, almost exactly the same.

  A muffled thunder blasted across the sky.

  These eyes gradually overlapped with the black-clothed boy, appearing more slender and colder...

  That is Sai Yu.

  ——

  Eighteen put a good medicine on the wound and came out. The girl stood in front of the French window. The rain was torrential outside the window, and the wind and rain slapped the window.

  The wind roared violently, but the girl's cold and dusty back became more and more prominent.

  Eighteen pursed his lips, came over and said: "I heard their conversation, and finally, the trick Lingbo Feiyan might cause you trouble."

The biggest advantage of   18 is that it has excellent listening ability.

  This also caused trouble to his sleep, especially in the mountains. The houses in the cities have good sound insulation effects, and they can finally sleep well.

  The trick Lingbo Feiyan, he didn't want to use it, but Ye Feng forced him to use it.

   "I teach you, it is for you to use it." The girl's indifferent voice was mixed with the sound of wind and rain, a little fuzzy.

   Eighteen stunned: "You did it on purpose?"

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