"I'm not talking nonsense, Dad, I went to a gallery some time ago to pick up the paintings that my mother had consigned before, and I saw the son of the owner there, but he was rude to adults like Peijun, hehe...... Speaking of which, those who don't know think they're brothers. ”

An Xiaolin's words made Ruan Jingshu's face extremely pale, stared at An Xiaolin fiercely, and scolded: "An Xiaolin, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'll just say it casually, Mrs. An doesn't like to hear it, it's just ...... I didn't have my father by my side when I was a child, Peijun has so many people who love him, Dad, you have to befriend him and say such things to me...... If Young Master Huangfu is here, it will be terrible. Today...... I'm not going to be better off with him. ”

As she spoke, her eyes looked at Jiang Qiulan instead: "Mrs. An, are you right, what I said? You have always loved this good grandson the most, and you love your father, an old man, but you can't educate well to be successful, don't be like me, you can only turn over by marrying!"

Jiang Qiulan's face was not very good, but she didn't say much.

An Xiaolin stopped at the order, knowing that her words had an effect, she didn't say much, ate breakfast casually, and went to school.

An Xiaolin came back in the evening, wearing a white dress, and heard that Jiang Qiulan was in the garden, so after thinking about it, she walked over.

Jiang Qiulan seemed to be in a daze with a moon tree, An Xiaolin walked over, and she didn't feel it.

An Xiaolin walked in, reached out and patted Jiang Qiulan's shoulder, Jiang Qiulan looked back and saw An Xiaolin's white dress fluttering, startled, and then said with a calm face: "What are you doing in a white dress, scared to death?"

It is said that only people with weak hearts will be frightened, An Xiaolin smiled in her heart, but there was an uncomfortable look on her face, she looked at Jiang Qiulan, and said aggrievedly: "Mrs. An, I'm sorry, it's dark, I see you standing here alone, I'm afraid that you won't be able to see clearly later, so I want to come over and ask you to go back to the house together." ”

An Xiaolin said, hanging her head a little uncomfortably, pulling the skirt on her body, and said uncomfortably: "This is my mother's favorite skirt, I was reluctant to wear it when I was alive, and I said when I could come to An's house to admire your appearance, she was gone, so I wore it, and I mourned her at that time......"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Qiulan's scalp tingled when she heard this, she glared at An Xiaolin, and shouted: "Xiaolin, I have always felt that you are a measured child, there are some things to say, some things to do, you can handle it clearly, don't let me down?"

An Xiaolin was funny in her heart, she didn't let Jiang Qiulan down, could she get any benefits or what?

"Mrs. An, did I say the wrong thing? Mom, she really respects and admires you, have you seen your mother's paintings, do you think I look like my mother?" An Xiaolin smiled, tilted her head slightly, looked at Jiang Qiulan and said with a smile.

Jiang Qiulan's face sank, but she couldn't help but look at An Xiaolin, as if she couldn't control it.

Then, when she looked at An Xiaolin, it seemed that An Xiaolin's cheeks suddenly overlapped and mixed with the cheeks on the portrait, and she couldn't tell who was who.

"Ah......h

Jiang Qiulan's old face turned white all of a sudden, and she took two steps back.

"Mrs. An, are you okay?" An Xiaolin pretended to be concerned, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Mrs. An, Mrs. An stabilized her mind, and when she looked at An Xiaolin again, she found that she didn't seem to have changed otherwise, and immediately breathed a long sigh of relief and was a little relieved.

"No, I don't need you to help me, you go away, I'm going back to rest. Jiang Qiulan waved An Xiaolin's hand away with a calm face, as if she didn't want her to care at all.

An Xiaolin let go a little sadly, followed behind Jiang Qiulan, and whispered in her ear: "Mrs. An, my mother has always said that I am the blood and blood of the An family, you will definitely like me, it seems that ...... This blood relationship doesn't seem to have much to do with liking it or not......"

An Xiaolin's words that seemed to be sad and self-pitying made Jiang Qiulan stop all of a sudden, looked at An Xiaolin with an incredible face, and asked strangely, "Wait, you ...... Say it again, what do you mean?"

"I mean, even if I have a blood relationship with Mrs. An, you still don't like me after all, it seems that this relationship has nothing to do with blood, what do you say?" An Xiaolin smiled bitterly, but looking at Jiang Qiulan's expression in her eyes, she felt a little funny in her heart.

"You...... You're right, perhaps...... Maybe there are some things that really have nothing to do with family affection, you...... You reminded me. Jiang Qiulan muttered with a calm face.

"Old Madam An, what are you talking about?" An Xiaolin asked again.

"Nothing. Mrs. An ignored An Xiaolin and turned around and walked upstairs.

Jiang Qiulan went back to her room and came out of the shower, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Strangely, there seems to be something wrong with the lights in the room.

Flashing and flashing, one moment on, the next moment bright again.

She sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, looked up sharply, and found that on the wall opposite the bed, a self-portrait of An Xiaolin's mother was hanging there.

The man in the portrait seemed to be smiling at her, and her eyes flickered, and when she opened them again, she saw that nothing had moved at all.

She was curious, frowned, and muttered, "What's the matter? Who has uncovered the cloth on this portrait?"

She looked down and saw that the cloth had fallen on the floor, and the window was open, apparently blown down by the wind.

She was a little annoyed and told the maid to hang up, and went to sleep.

Because of her age, Jiang Qiulan used to be unable to sleep at night, but tonight she seemed to be very tired, and she fell asleep after a while.

In a daze, I don't know how long I slept, Jiang Qiulan seemed to hear someone calling her "Mrs. An, Mrs. An".

The voice was so complaining, it seemed to be far away, and it seemed to be calling close to her ear, her frightened hairs stood up, and she instinctively opened her eyes, and saw that it was in her own room in the dim light, and she was slightly relieved.

"Mrs. An, Mrs. An...... I'm here, look at me, can you see me?" The faint voice came again, Jiang Qiulan shuddered, looked up, and found that the cloth hanging on An Xiaolin's mother's self-portrait had fallen again.

And at this moment, the eyes on the portrait seemed to be alive, and they looked at Jiang Qiulan so fixedly, and the eyes were ...... I'm still in tears.

"You, you, you...... Are you a human or a ghost?" Jiang Qiulan saw such a scene, she didn't dare to scream in fright, she trembled, hugged the quilt tightly, and her face was as pale as platinum paper.

"Old Madam An, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to come and say a few words to you......" The eyes on the portrait blinked, and the lips squirmed.

Jiang Qiulan, a person of this age, where has she ever seen such a scene, she trembled with fright and her teeth trembled, staring at the portrait: "I, I don't have anything to say to you, you, you go quickly, I, I have copper coins here, there are exorcisms, I, I'm not afraid of you......"

"Is it? Mrs. An, I said, I won't hurt you, I just want to ask you, I admire you so much, why do you want to kill me? Even if you don't like me, I will also spread the branches for you An family, even if I don't marry Chu Huai, I will follow the rules, but why do you ...... Yes, you want to help someone who is sorry for Chu Huai to kill me? Why......"

The voice was so resentful, Jiang Qiulan only felt that her whole body was shivering coldly: "You, what nonsense are you talking about? Jingshu, where is she sorry for Chu Huai? You, your name is not right, Ben, you should not seduce my son." ”

"Mrs. An, I didn't seduce your son, he deceived me. Also, I want to tell you, Ruan Jingshu's son...... It's not like Chu Huai, don't you doubt it? You foolishly helped Ruan Jingshu kill me, do you still want Chu Huai to help others raise their sons? What kind of mother are you? ...... You are so ruthless!" The voice was intermittent, full of desolation and resentment.

Jiang Qiulan stared at the portrait and widened her eyes: "What? you, you...... What do you know?"

"You want to return my innocence and justice to me, and you can't let Chu Huai carry such a wild seed, my daughter...... You don't care if you look down on it, but I'm not reconciled, I'm not willing to be treated better than my daughter, Mrs. An, you ...... You have to find out, otherwise, I will come to you every night in the future, and I will come to you......"

The voice was faintly far away, and then there was a "whoosh", and before Mrs. An could react, the cloth that fell to the ground suddenly hung back on the portrait, and it was steady.

"Ahh

Unable to suppress it, Mrs. An finally shouted, and then, the people of the An family hurried over.

In the corridor here, two figures quietly went upstairs and went to An Xiaolin's room.

In the middle of the night, An Xiaolin didn't sleep, not only did she not sleep, but there were guests in the room.

This guest, of course, is the night of the emperor.

"Alas, how did you come up with such a trick?" An Xiaolin watched Lan Hai and Yujing take off the black clothes on their bodies, and asked Huangfu Ye with a smile.

"Is this a good way? As long as it is useful, it is a good way! She is so old, this kind of old-fashioned myth and ghost theory can make her the most afraid, and now it is all solved, isn't it?" Huangfu said at night.

"Did you really just give her a little sleeping pill?" An Xiaolin was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, I don't eat much sleeping pills, which can make her wake up, but she is in a daze, and then the maid who hung the cloth just now was bought by me, and it has been replaced with a dynamic 3D picture, which I have prepared in the past two days, as long as Lan Hai pushes the switch, the image will simply move, plus Yujing played the sound you recorded before, she was scared and not awake at the time, can she not be fooled?"

Huangfu Ye's voice slowly slowed down, looked at An Xiaolin and said: "You still say that I, the sound you recorded yourself, is not much better, if it is not so well recorded, then how can the old man be so easy to be fooled?"

An Xiaolin held the champagne that had been prepared in her hand, and clinked glasses with Huangfu Ye with a smile: "You can drink it now, after drinking...... We can go down and see the excitement. ”