Chapter 205

Zhu shaodan grabbed someone excitedly and said, "my master won. My master is Xiyu..."

"My master is Xiyu... He won the championship of the martial arts contest."

He climbed onto the challenge arena excitedly and wanted to share his joy with Shifu. More and more people flocked to the challenge arena. The small challenge arena was crowded.

"Where's my master?" I wish shaodan a silly face.

More people poured in. Zhu shaodan was caught in the middle and looked around at a loss.

Everyone was immersed in excitement and didn't find that the man they were shouting had already disappeared on the challenge arena.

Zhao Zhen chased out and shouted, "Xiyu, stop for me."

The boy paused, and soon disappeared into the cold night wind in the basement without looking back.

Zhao Zhen stamped his foot, "even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I can find you."

The echo came again and again in the basement. Zhao Zhen suddenly shivered and cold.

Fortunately, she was ready and dialed out: "if you lose it, don't come back."

As soon as Zhao Zhen was ready to turn around, he saw that ye Shuang helped ran Qing out. Zhao Zhen immediately rushed over: "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Ran Qing's face and hair were covered with water stains, her face was pale, and she didn't know what she was murmuring. Zhao Zhen listened closely, as if she was saying "she's back"... And so on.

Zhao Zhen looked at Ye Shuang and asked coldly, "what's the matter with my mother?"

Ye Shuang shook his head: "Lord Xiao asked his subordinates to send aunt Qing back. None of the other subordinates knew."

Zhao Zhen thought, "you take my mother to the car first, and I'll find my cousin."

Zhao Zhen was about to leave. Ran Qing suddenly grabbed Zhao Zhen's wrist and murmured, "go home."

Zhao Zhen was stunned, looked at the door leading to Bojin behind him, nodded, and helped ran Qing leave with Ye Shuang.

After ye Shuang left, Zhao Zhen asked, "Mom, what happened? Did you quarrel with your cousin?"

Ran Qing glanced at the bottom of her eyes and said, "she's back."

Zhao Zhen was confused: "what, she's back?"

Ran Qing looked at her daughter's beautiful face and raised her hand to touch her hair: "it's all right. Mom will protect you. Go back to the room and have a rest."

Zhao Zhen noticed that after she left, her mother and cousin should be a little unhappy.

Zhao Zhen went back to his room thoughtfully.

Seeing the nanny coming out of the warehouse with a box, Zhao Zhen was stunned: "isn't this dad's relic?"

In Zhao Zhen's memory, her parents often quarrel and sometimes fight. It's no secret that husband and wife have different feelings. When she was 12 years old, her father Zhao Yuansheng died of illness. After her father died, her mother wanted to burn her father's relics. She stopped her and was spared, but she can't see the sun in the warehouse anymore.

Later, she learned that her father had done something sorry for her mother when he was young. She had a grudge against her father, so she no longer wanted to touch her father's relics. She and her mother seemed to forget that her father still had relics in the world.

The nanny replied, "yes, madam."

Mom wants it? Doesn't she hate dad? Why do you suddenly think of dad's relics?

Zhao Zhen always felt something strange about everything tonight.

Looking at the back of the nanny, Zhao Zhen thought and secretly followed up.

The nanny sent the box in and came out. Zhao Zhen slipped over and secretly opened a crack in the bedroom door.

Ran Qing opened the wooden box. Suddenly, the dust came to her face with the smell of mildew. Ran Qing covered her nose and coughed, and her right hand fanned by the wing of her nose.

Ran Qing took out the contents with trembling fingers.

That's a stack of drawing paper.

Zhao Yuan is very talented in painting. When he was young, he attracted ran Qing by relying on his artistic cells. Ran Qing was obsessed and wanted to marry Zhao Yuan. At first, Zhao Yuan disagreed. Ran Qing used the power of the ran family and finally forced Zhao Yuan to marry her. Such a forced marriage will eventually harm others and herself.

Zhao Zhen remembers that her father loves painting and is best at painting characters. She used to be very famous.

She saw ran Qing turning over the paintings one by one. She was too far away. Coupled with the light reflection, she couldn't see what the paintings were, but she could roughly see that it was the figure painting that her father was best at.

"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, you can't forget her until you die. A plain woman, why did you read it for so many years?" Zhao Zhen heard ran Qing's angry and unwilling voice, suddenly grabbed a picture, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the dustbin.

"You have met again under the earth. Well, it has fulfilled your wish." Ran Qing smiled sadly and suddenly became cruel. She swept all the things on the table to the ground, and the pictures in the box were scattered on the ground.

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

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

At this time, she heard Zhao Zhen call out: "Zhu Mingjing, check it for me and dig out her ancestors for 18 generations."

Zhao Zhen was shocked by the cruelty in ran Qing's tone. Where did Mingjing offend his mother?

Zhao Zhen listened for a while. There was no movement in the room and secretly went back to his room.

Zhao Zhen turns on the light and unfolds the painting. This is a fine brushwork figure painting. In the painting, there is a young woman, misty and rainy. The woman holds an umbrella with one hand, black clothes and black hair, cool and neat.

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

The woman looks very ordinary, at most beautiful. There is a one inch long scar across the end of the eyebrow on her left face, but it's amazing that this scar that should look terrible appears on the woman's face, but it's not terrible at all.

The eyes that looked directly at him were clean and beautiful, which was inconsistent with his appearance. They were like the bright moon, Songxi, mountain streams and springs. They were clean and gentle, which also made the scar on his left face look gentle.

This painting brush has fine and neat touch, delicate outline, elegant color setting and smooth and vigorous lines. In particular, the eyes of the woman in the painting are very realistic and lifelike. It seems that she is really looking directly at you. After staring at these eyes for a long time, she will have a creepy feeling subconsciously.

Zhao Zhen always feels that these eyes are familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere

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

Somehow, looking at the woman's eyes, Zhao Zhen didn't hate it.

With a flash of light, she suddenly thought of where she had met.

When she was young, her mother took her to uncle's house. She especially liked to play hide and seek with Xiaohua, the daughter of Ran housekeeper. There were so many empty rooms in Ran's house. She liked to drill around in every room, and Xiaohua couldn't find her.

Once she ran around and ran to Grandpa's study. Xiaohua was pale with fear.

Xiaohua told her that there were strict rules in Ran's house, and uncle's study was a forbidden area. Anyone who dared to enter indiscriminately would be beaten.

She was very young at that time and was very afraid of Grandpa. When she heard the speech, she was scared to cry.

She and Xiaohua hurriedly prepared to sneak out and hit a man head-on.

She thought uncle had come back and was so frightened that she fell to the ground.

A slender white hand picked her up, and a fairy voice fell in her ear: "did you hurt?"

She looked up in a panic. The eyes were a woman's gentle eyes, full of spring waves. She almost drowned in it, so that she directly ignored the scar on the woman's left face.

"You are so naughty. Master Wen's study is a forbidden area. No one can enter. If master Wen knows, he will punish you."

Her mouth was flat and she wanted to cry. The woman shook her head and smiled: "well, I won't joke with you. Please leave quickly before Lord Wen comes back."

She asked shakily, "are you really not going to tell Grandpa?"

The woman smiled very cunningly, reached out and scraped her nose: "sister never deceives."

"Then let's Hang."

"Good." Big fingers and little fingers are hooked together.

The little girl said with milk: "the hook will not change for a hundred years. Who deceives people and who is a dog."

"Well, who deceives, who is the dog."

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the living room. The woman took one in hand and immediately rushed out of the study with an arrow. Her toes closed the study door and quickly moved them to a hidden corner.

"Shh, keep quiet and come out later, you know?"

Two small heads nodded obediently.

She hid behind the vase and heard a series of rapid footsteps. Her heart was nervous and almost jumped out.

"Yujiang, come with me." This is my uncle's voice. It's dignified and solemn. Just listening from a distance, my legs tremble.

"Yes." This is a very cold female voice. She can't believe it was said by the gentle woman just now.

In the narrow sight, she saw a pair of black Martin boots walking away on the floor, as if it had been a long time ago. The memory had no color, but black and white.

"Xiaohua, who is she?"

What did Xiaohua answer, but she couldn't remember.

Zhao Zhen suddenly sat up from the bed. She didn't know when it rained heavily outside the window. She sat on the bed, her fingers trembling, turned over a person from the address book and dialed it.

It rained heavily outside the window, lightning and thunder, and a white light flashed, illuminating the cold sweat on her forehead and her swallowing throat.

After thinking for a long time, finally connected at the last minute. The girl murmured vaguely and discontentedly: "who, what's the nerve in the middle of the night?"

"Xiaohua. It's me."

There was a long silence across the cell phone. The girl suddenly screamed, "big... Big miss? What's the matter with you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Do you remember when we were playing hide and seek in Ran's house when we were young, we ran into a woman in uncle's study. She didn't blame us and hid it for us. By the way, there was a scar on her left face."

Xiaohua hesitated and said, "Miss, why do you ask this?"

"I just ask you, do you remember?" Zhao Zhen accentuated his tone.

"Remember... Remember, but..."

"What's her name?"

"Young lady, why did you ask her?" Floret lowered her voice, with the wind and rain, some blurred.

"This person is a taboo in the ran family. No one can mention it. Don't ask, miss."

"Is her name Yu Jiang?"

The flower is silent.

"I finally know."

Zhao Zhen has heard of Yujiang. After all, it can't be forbidden to discuss with the bottom people, but Zhao Zhen always thinks that Yujiang is just like Ji changshouchang and they are just one of his uncle's men.

It turned out that she was a woman.

Contact mom tonight's series of anomalies, Zhao Zhen finally reasoned out a general idea.

Yujiang... Mingjing... Xiyu, there must be some connection between the three people.

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

A white light split the darkness in the room. In the residual white light, Zhao Zhen grabbed the edge of the drawing paper with both hands.

No wonder I always feel that the eyes of the people in the painting are familiar. In addition to the memory of Yujiang, there are mirrors.

The tenderness of spring wind and rain, the cleanness and melancholy of autumn frost and winter snow are almost the same.

A heavy thunder exploded in the sky.

These eyes gradually coincide with the young man in black, looking more slender and colder

That's Xiyu.

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Eighteen, she put good medicine on the wound and came out. The girl stood in front of the French window. It rained heavily outside the window, and the wind and rain roared and beat the window.

The wind roared fiercely, but it highlighted the girl's cold and dusty back.

Eighteen pursed his lips, walked over and said, "I heard their conversation. The last move, Lingbo Feiyan, may bring you trouble."

The greatest advantage of eighteen is excellent listening.

This also caused trouble to his sleep, especially in the mountains. The sound insulation effect of houses in cities is good, and he can finally sleep well.

He didn't want to use that move Lingbo Feiyan, but Ye Feng forced him to use it.

"What I teach you is for you to use." The girl's indifferent voice is mixed with the sound of wind and rain, some blurred.

Eighteen Leng Leng: "are you intentional?"