Xiao Boyong has loved chess all his life, and he has won and lost when playing chess with others, but he has never won against Nalan Ruorong. And every game is a chess opponent, a game of five or five, but when it goes down, he always loses inexplicably. In this game, Xiao Boyong finally saw the dawn of victory.

Nalan Ruorong only smiled slightly, and casually threw a sunspot on the chessboard. In this way, the black chess, which was already exhausted, suddenly encountered Ganlin and survived

Come.

The smile on Xiao Boyong's face suddenly disappeared, and he frowned again. Nalan Ruorong didn't want to think about it, and another sunspot fell. At this time, the situation suddenly reversed, and black suddenly switched from defense to offense, and the situation improved greatly.

After the three sons, Xiao Boyong held a white son in his hand and hesitated for ten minutes, but he still did not fall behind.

"I lost. Xiao Boyong threw Baizi on the chessboard and said with a dejected face.

"It's a fluke. Just now, Brother Xiao has put me into a Jedi, I really have no way out, I can only fall at random, but I didn't expect to hit me crookedly and actually revive the situation. If there is another game, I think it must be Brother Xiao. Nalan Ruorong spoke softly, and he really looked like a beautiful son.

"Okay, I know my own ability, and I can't numb you in a hundred rounds. By the way, I came to you today for something I want to ask you for. Xiao Boyong waved his hand and said.

"Brother Xiao has something to do, but it doesn't hurt to say it, and my brother will definitely not shirk if he can help. Nalan Ruorong said magnificently.

Xiao Boyong was no longer polite when he heard this, and took out a pair of calligraphy and paintings from the accompanying package.

Seeing Xiao Boyong's solemn face, Nalan Ruorong did not dare to slack off, carefully took the calligraphy and painting, and then slowly unfolded it.

As the calligraphy and painting unfolded, the words on it gradually appeared in Nalan Ruorong's eyes.

""Funeral Post"? "Nalan Ruorong, as the head of the Nalan family, naturally studied the works of these famous artists very deeply, and immediately recognized that this was a mourning post.

"Not europium. Brother Nalan was as wise as a torch, and he immediately saw that this was "Funeral Post". The purpose of my visit today is very simple, that is, I want to ask Brother Nalan to see if this picture is real or fake. Xiao Boyong said in a deep voice.

This painting was originally given to Liu Dai by Su Jingchen. Liu Dai got this "Funeral Post" and immediately invited a few experts to identify it. The results of the appraisal are very surprising, and the words are real!

But the value of "Funeral Post" is too valuable, and Liu Dai still can't believe that he got the real thing like this. After thinking about it, he thought of Xiao Boyong, who had studied calligraphy and painting deeply.

Xiao Boyong himself couldn't see the authenticity of this painting, so he took it to Nalan's house and asked Nalan Ruorong to identify it. Nalan Ruorong is a member of the Nalan family, and is also the chief treasure connoisseur. In terms of treasure appreciation ability, if Nalan Ruorong is called second, then no one in the entire Huaxia dares to call him first.

If Nalan Ruorong also said that this "Funeral Post" is genuine, then there really will be no fake.

Nalan Ruorong looked at this "Funeral Post" for a long time, without the slightest expression on his face, which made Xiao Boyong's heart more and more panicked.

"Brother Xiao, where did you get this fake, even I can't tell whether it's true or not. Nalan Ruorong suddenly asked.

"Since Brother Nalan can't see its authenticity, why is he so sure that this is a product? Nalan Ruorong's words made Xiao Boyong puzzled. "Because the authenticity of the "Funeral Post" has been in my Nalan house before. Nalan Ruorong sighed.

"Where is the real thing now? Can you let me have an eye ache? As soon as he heard that Nalan Ruorong had the true work of "Funeral Post", Xiao Boyong's eyes suddenly became hot.

"Gave it away. Nalan Ruorong looked into the distance and fell into memories for a while.

"Given away? Xiao Boyong opened his mouth, a little speechless. The authentic work of "Funeral Post" is invaluable, even if the Nalan family is rich and rivals the country, they will not give away such a treasure. Xiao Boyong suddenly began to wonder what kind of person could make someone like Nalan Ruorong send out the "Funeral Post".

"That was more than 20 years ago. I was young and frivolous, and I had just won the title of Chief Treasure Connoisseur. My father asked me to marry a woman I didn't know. When I received the news, I had just finished attending an auction and was holding the original copy of "Funeral Post" in my hand. Nalan Ruorong said.

"And then?"

Later, I was so indignant that I didn't even return home, and chose to disappear. I thought that this would be a way to escape this marriage that I didn't like at all, and to live a leisurely and happy life. Unexpectedly, the old man was furious and directly froze all my bank cards. That day, I was so hungry that I almost fainted

Poured over. I met a girl who gave me a bowl of hot porridge. I never thought that even white porridge would be so delicious when people were hungry. Nalan Ruorong continued.

"So you gave her the "Funeral Post"? Xiao Boyong looked stunned and asked?

"How is it possible? The original work of "Funeral Post" is so valuable that no amount of money can buy it, how can I give it away so easily. Later, I stayed at this girl's house, and she was very cute and kind-hearted, and I was deeply attracted to her. I secretly swore at the time that she would not marry in this life. ”

"Did you get married later? Xiao Boyong continued to ask.

"Naturally, there is none. Her family disliked me for not having a job and objected to her associating with me. She was so stubborn that she followed me to another city. It was the happiest time of my life. Unfortunately, after a few months there, I realized the distress of not having money, and I was really not used to living such a hard life.

I don't want her to live like that. I told her I was going home, and she said yes, saying she would wait for me to go back. Speaking of this, the tears in Nalan Ruorong's eyes could no longer be stopped.

"You didn't go back?"

"I want to go back, I really want to go back. But the old man locked me up at home, and every day he found someone to persuade me and threaten me. After a few months, I couldn't take it anymore and had no choice but to bow my head and marry the girl they had arranged. That is, my current wife. Nalan Ruorong covered his face with his hands and said painfully.

At this time, in N City, Li Yun was cooking in the kitchen, and Shen Mange was helping his mother.

"Mom, I want to ask you a question. ”

"What's the question? Li Yun put the fried cabbage sum in the pot into a bowl.

"Which Mr. Lan was my dad that my grandparents said before, is his surname Lan?"

Li Yun was stunned for a moment when he heard his daughter's question, and then a sweet smile appeared on his face.

"His surname is not Lan, but Nalan. His name is Nalan Rongruo. Li Yun's voice was extremely soft, and his eyes were blurred.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in a blink of an eye, it is Chinese New Year's Eve. On Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years, Su Jingchen spent most of his time with the third uncle. With Nangong Tieshu and Yi Tianfeng here this year, Su Jingchen did not return to his hometown.

At noon, the three of them had a meal at the Shuangmu Medical Hall, and Su Jingchen went to Shen Mange's house alone. Li Yun originally planned to go to S City for the New Year, but Shen Mange couldn't rest assured that Su Jingchen was unwilling to go, so he had to stay with Su Jingchen. So Li Yun asked her to call Su Jingchen to the house, and everyone had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together.

At six o'clock in the evening, Li Yun had already started cooking. In previous years, she and Shen Mange ate casually, and they couldn't finish eating too much. This year, there is just one more Su Jingchen, but the flavor of the New Year is suddenly a lot stronger.

Pepper sesame chicken, steamed pork, sweet and sour fish, roasted duck with bitter gourd, roasted yellow eel with bamboo shoots, Li Yun made more than a dozen dishes in a row, and he didn't stop.

"Mom, don't do it, there are so many dishes, how can you eat so much!" Shen Mange shouted in the living room.

"It's okay, you can just accompany Xiao Su to have a good rest, I'll cook a few more dishes here. This year, Xiao Su came over for the Chinese New Year, and my mother was happy. Li Yun said with a smile.

In fact, what Li Yun is really happy about is not that Su Jingchen is lively, but that his daughter Shen Mange has found her own home, and she will not wait for half her life like herself.

"Mom, do you still have drinks at home? I'll buy some if I don't have one. Shen Mange stuck out his tongue at Li Yun and asked.

"I'll go. Su Jingchen was sitting on the sofa, but after hearing this, a turtle stood up and went straight to the supermarket. As soon as Shen Mange saw that Su Jingchen was leaving, he wanted to go with him, but he was driven back by Su Jingchen on the grounds that "it was too cold outside".

As soon as Su Jingchen walked on his front foot, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

"Who are you looking for? Seeing this person holding a painting and looking around, Shen Mange immediately asked with a smile.

"Hello, is this Ms. Li Yun's home? The middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, I'm her daughter, what's wrong?" Shen Mange asked rhetorically.

"Ms. Li Yun has a daughter, dare to ask the girl's name?" The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting such a thing to happen.

"Nalan Yanran. Shen Mange replied.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned around and hurried away.

"It's inexplicable. Shen Mange muttered in his heart. But she quickly put the matter behind her. After all, it's not like there are no inexplicable people who come to the door to sell it.

In Nalan's villa, Nalan Ruorong was writing, and suddenly received a call from his housekeeper Xu He.

"How's it going? Did you find Xiaoyun? Nalan Ruorong asked eagerly.

Over the years, he has always felt guilty about Li Yun. At the beginning, his position was not stable, and he had to rely on his wife's relationship with his mother's family, so he didn't dare to go to Li Yun at all.

Later, he finally sat firmly in the position of the head of the Nalan family, but he was a little afraid to look for it. When he found Li Yun, what could he do? Can he take her to Nalan's house? Nalan Ruorong didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to do it.

What if she gets married? Or is she no longer alive because she misses herself because she is sick? Nalan Ruorong has thought so much that she has never made up her mind to go to Li Yun for the past 20 years.

But this time, Xiao Boyong brought "Funeral Post", which reminded him of the past, and he could no longer suppress his thoughts about Li Yun, even if he sent the housekeeper Xu He to Ji.

"Master, I went to Ms. Li Yun's house as you instructed, but Ms. Li Yun didn't see it, but I saw another person. Xu He said.

"Another person?Xiaoyun, is she still married to someone else after all......" Hearing this, Nalan Ruorong's face showed an indescribable look of disappointment. Although he had expected it for a long time, it was still a little difficult for him to accept the news from Xu He's mouth.

"Sir, you're wrong. What I met was a girl in her twenties, and she said she was Ms. Li Yun's daughter," Xu He continued.

"Oh, daughter...... That's not the same. Nalan Ruorong's originally pruned eyes became gray again. Now that he already has a daughter, Li Yun is naturally married to someone else, unless he ......

"What's her name? Nalan Ruorong seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked.

"Her name is Nalan Yanran. Xu He replied quickly.

Nalan Yanran ...... Her surname is really Nalan, and her surname is really Nalan! It turns out that I, Nalan Ruorong, have a daughter! Xu He, you listen to me, and immediately bring my daughter and Ah Yun back to see me. If they miss a point, I'll ask you. Nalan Ruorong is a man in his forties, but he is as happy as a child, constantly turning in circles in the same place.