Jiangzhen City.

"Why did we come to this Jiangzhen City, shouldn't we go to Jinglan City to find Ms. Bai Jinglan?

Grandma Huilan, Zhao Guo, Wu Juan and Zhao Gang, who have been following Cheng Yiping, Zhang Xiaona, Zhao Xiaohui and art businessman Zhao Fei, have hesitant expressions.

Zhao Gang was the first to ask a question after stepping out of the car.

He felt very strange, because he was obviously going to Jinglan City, why did he run to Jiangzhen City in a blink of an eye?

It's just so weird.

"It's very simple, because Miss Zhao already knows where his grandmother's painting is placed."

Looking at Zhao Gang, who was a little urgent and his face was unusually ugly, Cheng Yiping shrugged his shoulders and said.

As soon as the words fell.

Zhao Gang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a look of surprise on his face

"Really? Really? Miss Zhao, do you really know where your grandmother's paintings are hidden?"

That's really good news.

After all, Zhao Gang also knew very well that even if she found Ms. Bai Jinglan in Jinglan City, she agreed to put her painting up for auction, but if she couldn't find the painting of Zhao Xiaohui's grandmother Zhao Juan, then everything would be empty talk.

And now this is undoubtedly very good news!

"It's true, it's true, but whether I can really find that painting depends on the clues I have found, but I think it should be able to be found."

Zhao Xiaohui nodded heavily, although there was some hesitation on her face, but she believed that since her grandmother pasted that clue on the last piece of paper, it was enough to show that the contents of this address were very important to Grandma Zhao Juan.

If it is so important, it should be the one that is hidden.

This is also Grandma Zhao Juan's last wish!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have given herself nothing before she died, just handing over the gray-brown notebook to herself.

"Okay, okay, then what are we waiting for, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and find this painting"

Zhao Gang said impatiently.

Among everyone, his enthusiasm is even higher than that of Zhao Xiaohui!

Cheng Yiping didn't say much, but quietly followed behind everyone, and followed Zhao Xiaohui to the community and home where she lived, with a hint of emotion in her eyes.

Who would have thought what kind of things Zhao Xiaohui's grandmother Zhao Juan had experienced in this community.

His mind returned to what the soul clone had seen.

In the sky, the stars are fighting, and the moon emits a quiet light shining in this community, making this community feel unusually quiet and even a little cold.

Zhao Juan, who had a flowery face, sat at the table by the window and coughed violently, holding a napkin in her right hand, after a while, she finally stopped coughing slightly, and slowly opened her hand, coughing out of the restaurant paper was a pool of blood,

Zhao Juan, who is in her 60s, is much older than other peers, her hair has turned gray, and her body is quite weak due to illness and chemotherapy.

He raised his head and looked at the full moon in the sky, and his face showed a look of remembrance

On the table lay flat a framed scroll that looked like it had been kept.

This picture scroll is quite strange, a woman standing with her back to a waterfall, the waterfall only draws a break on the right, and there is a dense forest and a turquoise pool on the far right, as if a photo has been intercepted 2/3.

Her hand gently stroked the scroll, her face showed a look of remembrance, carefully rolled up the painting, put it aside, took out a piece of paper from the shelf, and then took out a pen and wrote on the paper a little, a little, a little.

Nowadays, with the development of technology, many people like to send emails by themselves, or messages such as e-mail.

But Zhao Juan still likes to write letters with a pen and a pen.

Typing on the computer makes it more tacky.

Whether it's a computer, WeChat, or information, it's all cold and cold, and there is no emotion at all.

Only the words written on the letter can show the mood of the person and the feelings conveyed between the lines.

This is something that computer typing can't give.

The moonlight shone slightly on this window, and a long shadow was drawn on Zhao Juan's body.

She coughed as she wrote, and sometimes even the blood she coughed dripped onto the paper.

She gently wiped it off, leaving a red mark on the paper.

After finally writing this piece of paper, she carefully folded the paper, and then stuffed it into the painting, storing the painting in a secret place

After doing all this, it was already midnight.

Grandma Zhao Juan didn't fall asleep at all, she went back to bed, quietly recalling the past and forgetting the years, as if she had returned to the good times with her girlfriends in high school and the youthful years with her girlfriends

Zhao Juan didn't know that everything she did fell into Cheng Yiping's eyes through the eyes of the soul clone.

Especially the letter she wrote, which directly touched Cheng Yiping's heart.

Some people say that it is a very bloody thing, but many people are not clear, and sometimes the reality is more bloody than dogs, or even thousands of times more bloody.

Grandma Zhao Juan has long lived separately from Zhao Xiaohui and others.

A person lives in a one-and-a-half-bedroom house.

Although this house is not big, it is completely enough for Grandma Zhao Juan.

At this moment, the one-and-a-half-bedroom house was crowded into Chengyiping, Zhang Xiaona, Zhao Xiaohui, art businessman Zhao Fei, Zhang Huilan, Zhao Guo, Wu Juan and Zhao Gang, all of a sudden, it was very crowded.

"Here, here!"

After Zhao Xiaohui entered the room, she looked left and right, her grandmother's house had been here a few times before, especially during the Chinese New Year.

But after all, it only comes once or twice a year, and there are some strangers.

Soon, Zhao Xiaohui found the place recorded in the gray-brown notebook and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

"Is this the house where Zhao Juan lives?"

Zhang Huilan looked around, looking at some of the photos hanging on the wall, and there was some shock in her heart.

These photos confirm the state and situation of Zhao Juan's life after the separation in high school.

Zhang Huilan's eyes were involuntarily a little moist.

Although they are friends, they are best friends, but they haven't seen each other for decades since they separated in high school.

Technology is unusually developed, but people's hearts seem to be unusually far away.

Just as she was reminiscing about this emotion, Zhang Xiaona's surprised voice came from her ears

"Found it, found it, I found my grandmother's picture. ”

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