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Two people back toward the sun, a large and a small elongated figure, cast on the ground, pushed to the front. Shadow hand in hand, to this cold indoor, brought a trace of popularity.

Jin Beichuan looked at her and motioned to her that he was going to release his hand. He walked to the main hall, pulled a chair from one side, dusted the dust that didn't exist on it, then pulled Lin Xiaoxiao, gently pressed her shoulders and said, "you sit here and have a rest."

Lin Xiaoxiao sat down and immediately wanted to stand up. The man wants her to sit here. What about him? Where are you going? She doesn't want to be here alone.

"And you Where are you going? I'll go with you

Jin Beichuan noticed her intention and pressed her down again. "I'll go up and down, and I'll come down in a moment." Then he turned around to leave, and then he turned around and added, "I'll be back soon and get something."

Lin Xiaoxiao licked his lower lip. The man didn't seem to want her to go up. Now that he has done so, there must be something he has to do, so he will not be forced to do so. Just urged a sentence, "that, that you hurry up."

As she spoke, she had risen from her chair. The expression on his face was obviously cautious in his opinion, and his eyes showed a little panic. This picture is like a little woman at home, afraid that her husband will leave her and go to a little lover whose name is unknown.

Jin Beichuan couldn't help laughing. His thin lips were gently pulled open to reveal a row of neat white teeth. He reached out and stroked the top of her head, then followed her soft hair down, "good."

This touch to kill, immediately let Lin Xiao Xiao quiet a lot. She pursed her lips, answered softly, and nodded.

Jin Beichuan put down his heart, turned his head, and walked toward the stairs with great strides. The footstep of the man is particularly steady and vigorous, making a dull sound on the floor.

Lin Xiaoxiao sat down again. She raised her chin to look at the man's back. This man seldom looks serious when he is with her. Although, she did not see his red eyes, did not hear his voice, there is a bit of choking. But she could feel the sadness when he came into the room.

That kind of sadness, which was suppressed by his death. Although did not say a word, but from the corner of his eyebrows, leaked out.

Several times, she couldn't help thinking about the past and said to him, Beichuan, don't be sad, I will accompany you. However, how can a proud man like Jin Beichuan accept other people's comfort?

In this way, it seems that he is not strong. It's not different from normal.

The man's back, accompanied by the footsteps gradually away, completely left her sight. Lin Xiaoxiao slowly drew back his eyes and began to look at the room.

From the outside, this villa has the delicate taste of petty bourgeoisie in old Shanghai during the period of the Republic of China. But inside, it is western style decoration, the overall white European style, white furniture and floor, only decorative curtains are broken flowers.

The spotless white implies that the owner who once lived here must be a gentle and beautiful woman. Although some ornaments are old, they are still very clean. Someone should come to clean them regularly. It can be seen that this woman seems to have some status in this Jin's moat villa.

Then why did Jin Beichuan and his family make such a fuss?

Suddenly, the sound of knowing the rope is very mysterious and strange in this quiet room. Lin Xiaoxiao's heart was shocked for no reason, and he heard: "who?"

Half a ring passed, and there was no answer. Lin Xiaoxiao can't help but feel his scalp numb. The atmosphere is too weird. Is there someone in this room? Is it the servant who cleans inside and knows that they have come in, but doesn't want to show up? Or

Don't know where to come from a share of courage, prompted Lin Xiaoxiao to stand up. Her eyes, looking directly at the direction of the sound, walked slowly towards the other side.

On the floor, her own footsteps could be heard. Ear, is the breeze outside leaves. Time seems to calm down at the moment, and the air is condensed at the moment. The room is so quiet that you can hear your heart beating.

Holding her breath, she went to the window of the hall and found that there was a small door, which was open. Through the crack of the door, she saw that there seemed to be furnishings inside, as well as white gauze curtains, swaying back and forth in the breeze.

Push the door into the room, everything is clear. On a table paved with rags, there is an old-fashioned broadcaster, with a golden bell facing up, and a box with a playing disc beside it.

There's no one here! She saw that the window was open, and there was wind blowing the screen curtain, swinging back and forth, blowing things on the table, making a sound of knowing.

What a false alarm! Lin Xiaochang breathed out a breath, and his heart was stable at the moment. She went to the table and wondered, how could there be such a thing here? And just in time, outside is the big living room.This announcer has some history according to its age. Although it's clean, it's slightly mottled, which makes it a bit of a sense of age. I'm really curious. More than 20 years ago, what kind of music would that gentle, quiet and beautiful rich lady listen to?

Plug in the power, Lin Xiaoxiao casually selected a record to put on, the guard to that press. Cold, suddenly sounded melodious and melodious music, scared her. Listen, there is a song in the small room, and the hall outside is also singing.

The gentle and shallow "night in the military harbor" is like a gentle lullaby, gentle and gentle, like a mother's call, low exhortation. The sound outside should be hi-tech such as stereo and power amplifier. Otherwise, the sound will not come from the ear.

It must be a banquet set up by a wealthy family to entertain guests when they get together with friends. In this way, Jin Beichuan's mother is really a woman with a lot of passion for life

Outside the villa, a wave of people came. Everyone's face, there are similarities and differences. Some people are warm and angry, others are calm, others are gloating and waiting to see the play.

And the head of that one, face cold Su, with a bit of gloomy beauty. The eyebrows are deep and sharp. The bridge of the nose is strong, implying that the master's character is unusually tough. A pair of thin lips are tightly pursed, like two sharp daggers, which will fly out and shoot each other at any time.

This man is Jin zhannan, the eldest son of Jin's haoshu and the father of Jin Beichuan!