"No notebooks!"

Luo Jiuxia was anxious, and flipped through them one by one from back to front, still the same result, she sat on the ground a little decadently: "What the hell is going on? Why don't you have a notebook with this number?"

Gu Tingjiao was still flipping through it, and he finally raised his head and said firmly: "There is no one missing from the notebook." ”

Sure enough, it is laid out in the order of each year, and there is never less than one book a year.

Things are at an impasse and a dilemma.

The numbering on this manuscript is not the same as the format of the notebook number. Gu Ting found that it was different after comparing the frames, and he put the two notebooks in front of Luo Jiuxia to compare.

Sure enough, the notebook number ended with a letter that started with a letter. The manuscripts are numbered.

"I didn't lose the notebook, but I couldn't find the corresponding notebook. ”

Gu Ting's frame was concise and concise, and concluded: "It must be that we haven't been meticulous enough. ”

"Could it be another book?" Luo Jiuxia suddenly reacted and began to look for other painting books.

The different types of books are clearly classified and regulated.,Now there are three types of books.,Manuscript book、Sketchbook、There is also a kind of notebook。

Luo Jiuxia checked all the manuscripts and found no numbered manuscripts.

The numbering of the notebook is not the same at all.

Now only sketchbooks remain.

The sketchbook was nailed up piece by piece of paper, and the nails were a little rusty after a long time, and Luo Jiuxia accidentally touched a nail when he took it out, and the whole book almost fell apart.

Fortunately, Gu Ting's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly turned sideways to pick it up, "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to investigate the clues." ”

With Liu Tianrui's matter in front of her, Luo Jiuxia is now very afraid of having long nights and dreams, as long as she has time today, she will definitely investigate it.

The sketchbook had been piled up under the box for a long time, and Luo Jiuxia dusted off the dust on it and covered his mouth and nose to avoid the dust: "This sketchbook was used by my mother for a long time, and I haven't used a sketchbook since I did jewelry design." ”

After all, Luo Jiuxia was still a little weak in his heart.

"Let's take a look. Gu Tingjiao encouraged, his subordinates had already begun to search, and after looking at it for a while, he nodded in affirmation: "It's been a long time." ”

A lot of the handwriting had begun to fade, and the paper was yellowed and curled.

At the end, Luo Jiuxia did not find a specific numbered sketchbook.

On the contrary, the paper was turned over in a mess, and she was even more irritable, so she threw it away, "This is obviously numbered, why can't I find this book?"

Luo Jiuxia fell into deep thought, leaning on the windowsill and knocking on the windowsill one by one.

A gust of wind blew in, the curtains bulged up for a while and deflated for a while, and Luo Jiuxia was blown upset.

Huo Lanchu had just passed away, and Luo Xincheng cleaned up at home.

As soon as Luo Jiuxia came back from school, he saw a huge brazier burning in the yard, and Luo Xincheng was holding a large number of things in his hand and throwing them into it from time to time.

Qi Xin handed it to the side, "Don't want this, burn this too." ”

The young Luo Jiuxia still recognized that these were Huo Lanchu's relics, and hurriedly rushed forward to leave some things behind, but they still burned most of them.

In the end, Huo Lanchu also took advantage of this incident to show off his might in front of Luo Jiuxia, "How about it? As long as I say something that can't appear in the Luo family, Luo Xincheng will burn it." ”

"Especially the relics of your worthless mother. ”

Luo Jiuxia was young, she could only cry, and only after a long time did she raise her head and weakly retorted: "You can't say that about my mother, and my father won't do that at all." ”

The more he grew up, the more Luo Jiuxia knew how ridiculous he was talking at that time.

Gu Tingjiao put away all the sketchbooks, stood in Luo Jiuxia's position and looked over, there was some reflection under the sunlight, and he looked vague.

"The first few sketches are really weird. Gu Tingjiao said as he cleaned up: "I remember that my mother did jewelry-type design, why did she sketch people? Or do you want to find inspiration in this?"

From the first page to about 10 pages, all of them are sketches of the characters.

Luo Jiuxia was also curious, so he moved a small cardboard box and put all the portraits on it, looking at them page by page.

When he saw half of it, Luo Jiuxia faintly felt that something was wrong, the people on it were all familiar.

Some are Huo Lanchu's mother's family, and some are distant relatives of the Luo family.

At that time, Luo Jiuxia didn't understand anything, attached to Huo Lanchu's leg, blinked his eyes and asked in a milky voice: "Mom, why do you draw all the people you meet every day?"

Huo Lanchu put down the pen in his hand, wiped the pencil dust on his hand with a wet towel, and smiled gently, "I want to write down all the good things about this day." ”

I probably just changed the sketchbook, so there are only these dozen sketches.

"My mother's habit. Luo Jiuxia lowered his head and looked at it, and it was neatly organized, "Look at this sketch......"

Between the lightning and flint, a figure flashed in Luo Jiuxia's mind.

Luo Jiuxia frowned, squinting his eyes and thinking carefully.

Liu Tianrui's photos when he was young are indeed familiar, and the more Luo Jiuxia thinks about it, the more familiar it feels.

She's seen it.

On Huo Lanchu's sketchbook!

Huo Lanchu stood on the balcony in a floral dress, holding the sketchpad with one hand and sweeping back and forth on the canvas with the other. She was concentrating when she was drawing, her broken hair was blown on her face by the wind, and she swept it down casually with the end of her pen, lazy and casual.

At this time, Luo Jiuxia met the young Liu Tianrui in Huo Lanchu's painting book.

"I remembered!" Luo Jiuxia snapped his fingers in front of Gu Tingjiao, "Regarding Liu Tianrui's appearance, I know why I feel familiar. ”

In order to prove his conjecture, Luo Jiuxia still had to look through the stack of sketchbooks in front of him.

Gu Tingjiao was cleaning up the notebook just now, the dust was flying in the sunlight, Luo Jiuxia had a moment of suspicion, would there really be a portrait of Liu Tianrui in the sketchbook?

A simple glance at the sketchbook, Luo Jiuxia didn't notice anything missing, and after she looked at it carefully, a layer of cold sweat suddenly covered her back.

Huo Lan initially depicted Liu Tianrui's appearance, but there was no one in this sketchbook.

"Could it be that I lost it by accident?"

Gu Tingjiao accompanied Luo Jiu Xia Zai to look carefully, and asked with concern: "This is originally a piece of paper, maybe it was lost at the beginning." ”

"Impossible!" Luo Jiuxia said affirmatively.

found a portrait in the sketchbook again, which was obviously not Liu Tianrui's appearance, and was thrown aside by Luo Jiuxia, and then she spoke, "These are all things that Huo Lanchu painted with his heart, and it is absolutely impossible to lose them." ”