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He glanced at Qiao Shen, who was wearing casual clothes and dark circles under his eyes, and frowned slightly, seeing him sit down on the chaise longue.

It has been several days since he came to Kuala Lumpur, and Qiao Shen is still the conscientious Qiao Shen, but Fu Hanchuan still sees something unusual.

As a frequent business traveler, it is unlikely that insomnia will occur if you rule out jet lag and water leakage in a hotel room that affects your sleep. What's more, Malaysia is about the same time as China, if the room is dripping, you can negotiate with the hotel to change the room, that is to say, there is another reason for the appearance of his dark circles.

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of water, and pointed his index finger at Qiao Shen's eyes and said, "The state has not been right recently, what's wrong?"

Fu Hanchuan is in a state of resignation, he doesn't need to deal with so many company affairs, as an assistant, Qiao Shen's trip is equivalent to a vacation, he looked at a few women swimming in the pool dullly, felt bored, and felt that his head hurt, raised his fingers and rubbed them a few times, turned his head to Fu Hanchuan and said: "Mr. Fu, you still have something to deal with, I have time." ”

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him lightly and said, "No." ”

Qiao Shen closed his mouth, his brows furrowed, and it could be seen that he was in an irritable mood now. At this time, the mobile phone resting on the table rang, and the two looked sideways at the mobile phone together, Fu Hanchuan stretched out his big hand, opened the message and looked at it, sat up and said, "Go and prepare, let's go." ”

There's a message from the beach house that the old woman is back.

Qiao Shen understood, nodded his head, and immediately got up and entered the hotel together.

In the room, Qiao Shen changed into a slightly casual suit, opened his mobile phone and looked at it before going out, it had been a week, and the woman had not given him a phone call or a message.

He didn't want to admit that the woman had chosen not to see each other.

When he went out and got in the car, the local driver drove, Fu Hanchuan sat in the back seat, and there was a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers in the seat next to him, which were used for gifts for a while. The man's bony fingers rested on the handle of the fruit basket, and his fingers tapped slightly, hoping to get some useful information in a while, so as not to waste his time in the week.

The old lady's place of stay is not far from the hotel, just a little bit away. This is a well-known local Chinese gathering area, where the rich are located, and when you enter the villa area, there is a security guard at the door. The driver got out of the car to negotiate, the security guard entered the security room to make a call, and after a while, the driver came out, and the driver walked to the car window and said, "Sir, the other party said that he didn't know you, so he refused to see you." ”

Fu Hanchuan lightly tapped his forehead with his finger and said a few words to the driver, and the driver went to negotiate again, and the security guard called again to communicate, and let him go after a while.

He only said three key words: Beicheng, Pillow Garden, and Yanlin.

When the car enters the villa area, the road is wide, and the single-family villas are separated by a large distance, and the field of vision is full of greenery in addition to the villas. The car stopped in front of a red-roofed villa, Fu Hanchuan got out of the car, and Qiao Shen took the fruit basket and flowers from the car.

There was a housekeeper guarding the door of the villa, and the other party came up and asked, "May I ask you are Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded, and through the black wrought iron fence, he could see a white head among the lush flowers inside, and it looked like it was Old Madam Shen.

The housekeeper stretched out his hand and put on an inviting pose: "The old lady is inside, Mr. Fu please." ”

Nodding his head again, he entered, and saw the old lady more clearly, she was in a wheelchair, with a checkered blanket on her knees, silver hair, deep wrinkles on her face, and a pair of eyes that looked cloudy. It looks like it's about eighty.

The old lady listened to the footsteps, and the old voice sounded: "Coming?"

Fu Hanchuan stood two or three steps away from her: "Old Madam Shen, hello, I'm Fu Hanchuan." He handed the flower to the old lady, who looked down at the white ginger flower, and in her drooping eyelids, her eyes showed some warmth and a hint of shrewdness.

She looked up at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Young man, you have a lot of heart. ”

The corners of Fu Hanchuan's lips pulled slightly, he stood there and didn't move, and in the next second, the old lady's face showed coldness, and she said in a stern tone: "Say, what do you want to do with this old woman who has been staring at me?"

"Don't think I don't know, you've been asking me all this time. Hmph, it's all in the cemetery, what do you want to do! What do you want to do to Yanlin!"

Fu Hanchuan said in his heart, he is worthy of being the person next to Yan Lin, this old lady is old but her heart is clear, and her feelings have been secretly observing him for a week.

His tone was calm, and he said, "Old Madam Shen, don't get me wrong, I just came here to ask the old lady about something, and I have no malicious intent." ”

The old lady looked up at him for a while, Fu Hanchuan's face was calm and calm, and quietly let the old lady look up and down, Qiao Shen put the fruit basket in his hand on the tea table on the side at this time. The old lady glanced at him, tapped her chin on the chair and said, "Sit down." ”

After speaking, her withered fingers touched the flower gently, full of love, and asked the maid behind her to insert it in the vase, turning her head, she said to Fu Hanchuan: "The lifespan of ginger flowers is very short, only blooming for one day. ”

When she had said that, she sat there and did not speak. Qiao Shen looked at Fu Hanchuan, the old lady's words were clueless and confusing. Did she not like the flowers? But she obviously liked the bouquet more than the delicate fruit basket she had only glanced at, otherwise she wouldn't have shown that kind of look.

Also, when she went to the cemetery, judging from the information, it was also this kind of ginger flower, otherwise she wouldn't have said that they had a heart when they met.

Fu Hanchuan put his fingers on his lap, pursed his thin lips and didn't speak rashly, the old lady glanced at him, and slowly spoke: "Why don't you speak?"

Fu Hanchuan's expression became more serious, and he didn't beat around the bush when he spoke, and said directly: "The old lady said just now, I went to the cemetery, I want to ask the lady, who is the person in the cemetery, and what does it have to do with you?"

Old Madam Shen glanced at him deeply, sneered, picked up the hot tea on the table, took a sip and said, "Young man, it looks like you're not doing your homework well." No one found it, so they came to me and asked me? ”

Qiao Shen frowned slightly, and also felt that Mr. Fu's questioning was inappropriate this time. How can anyone ask such a question, shouldn't they ask for verification?

Fu Hanchuan's expression was flat, and he silently spoke: "Old lady, a person with no name and no records, I can't find out, but what makes me wonder is the time of death on the tombstone." At that time seven years ago...... What I do know is that someone I know passed away around this time. ”

The old lady's hand paused, but she didn't look up or speak, only slowly rubbed a jasper bracelet on her wrist.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and continued: "And the date of birth on that tombstone is the same as the person I know. Born in the same year and in the same month, and died in the same year and month, such a coincidence made me curious about the person in the cemetery. ”

The tombstone is engraved with a person's date of birth to the date of death, indicating the traces of this person's life in the world, Fu Hanchuan later went to check Shen Yan's date of birth, although it is old, but it can still be found.

Such a coincidence, his intuition told him that he must come once and meet this old lady.

The old lady said: "There are so many people in this world, not to mention the same year and month, even if there is one more person who lives and dies on the same day, it is not strange." You say you're in Beicheng and I'm here in Nanyang, what's so strange?"

Fu Hanchuan lightly hooked the corners of his lower lip and said, "Indeed." Probably because of Mr. Yan's relationship, he paid more attention. ”

The old lady squinted slightly, and her cloudy eyes revealed shrewdness, and she asked, "So, the person you pay attention to is Yan Lin, and he is the focus, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, old lady, I don't have any ill will towards Mr. Yan, he is my father's friend, that's why I have such attention. ”

"Hmph. The old lady snorted in her nose, her eyes moved slightly, and she asked, "You said, the person you know also passed away at about the same time, who is this person yours?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes drooped slightly, and after pulling the corners of his lips, he raised his eyelids and said, "I can't hide it, that is my mother-in-law." ”

The breeze blew lightly, in such a flow of air, Fu Hanchuan heard a little sound of breathing slightly tight, he looked at the old lady quietly, Mrs. Shen's face was as usual, and she let out a faint "oh", seeing Fu Hanchuan looking at her with focused eyes, she added lukewarmly: "So that's the case, no wonder you are concerned." ”

Fu Hanchuan smiled slightly and said, "Madame, can you tell me, who is that?"

Old Madam Shen sighed lightly, and said in an old voice: "A person who is very important to me......"

The housekeeper behind her glanced at the old lady's tired appearance, and stepped forward and said, "The old lady is tired and needs to rest, Mr. Fu, please come again next time." ”

Fu Hanchuan exchanged glances with Qiao Shen, nodded at the old lady and said, "I'm sorry." ”

After the two withdrew, Old Madam Shen looked at the two teacups on the table and was stunned, and the housekeeper stepped forward and asked, "Old Madam, why didn't you tell Mr. Yan?"

In fact, as long as she didn't agree to meet, those two people couldn't come in, so the old lady still wanted to see them.

The old lady waved her hand and motioned for her servants to remove all the things on the table, and she said, "They are doing a big thing, I can handle this little thing, so why bother them." ”

The wind was getting stronger, the housekeeper pushed her into the house, and the old lady thought for a while and said, "However, I want to ask Yan Lin, who is this Fu Hanchuan, you go and bring me the phone." ”

"Okay, old lady, please wait a moment. The housekeeper pushed the wheelchair to the living room and stopped it, and walked over to the coffee table to get the phone.

After a while, the old lady heard the answer on the other end of the phone, and her hanging heart was put down, it turned out that she was really a business partner, and she asked a few more words to pay attention to her body and other things, and put away the phone.

The housekeeper took the phone, still put it in the corner of the table, and then said to the old lady, "Do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

In the pillow garden in Beicheng, Yan Lin put down the phone, his face slightly gloomy. Fu Hanchuan actually went to Kuala Lumpur, and found out the villa, and he was really idle enough to leave Fu's.

Yan Gu happened to be in the pillow garden, seeing him put the phone on the windowsill, he said, "Father, hide it from the old lady, is this okay?"

He could understand that Yan Lin didn't want people to know about his past, but the old lady ...... After all, it has something to do with Shen Yan.

Yan Lin looked at the large blue sky in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "The old lady is old, and it is not suitable for great joy and sorrow. ”

Yan Gu nodded: "That's what my father said." ”

Compared with other family members, Ding Xingwang, they feasted on the family, no, the Ye family, there were only three people in total, old and young, and they depended on each other. Seven years ago, when Shen Yan died, Yan Lin only told the old lady that she was sick and died, and did not tell the tragic truth.

In Kuala Lumpur, Fu Hanchuan got in the car and returned to the hotel, Qiao Shen said: "Mr. Fu, that old lady didn't say anything, have we waited in vain these days?"

Fu Hanchuan heard that Qiao Shen's tone was a little anxious, he would not talk so much no matter how long he had been on a business trip in the past, he said, "Do you want to go back to China?"

Qiao Shen was stunned, pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids, Fu Hanchuan turned his head to look out the window, there was green Fusang all the way, and he said, "It's not that she didn't say anything." ”

The old lady is alert to outsiders, so naturally she will not answer all questions, but when he mentioned Shen Yan, the old lady reacted, but she was still restrained. Moreover, her affection for that bouquet of ginger flowers is unusual.

Qiao thought deeply and recalled carefully, as if the old lady's reaction was a little different.

"So are we going to wait here?"

But if you continue to stay here, you may not be able to slowly make friends with the old lady, and ask again when everyone is acquainted, right? The problem is that it is someone's privacy, and even if you are acquainted, it is unlikely that you can ask it.

Fu Hanchuan sat back on the seat, closed his eyelids, and the fingers on his legs rubbed a phalanx of his index finger hard.

There are some parts that he doesn't know, so it's not easy to find useful information from so much messy information that can be pieced together.

Shen Yan and Su Mingdong were buried together, so what happened to the grave here in Malaysia?

Fu Hanchuan's fingers clenched hard, and when he opened his eyes, he said, "Book a ticket back to the city first." ”

……

Morrowind Gallery is a high-end gallery, and it is different from other galleries in terms of decoration alone.

On the high ceiling, paintings of various sizes are hung on the wall, and under the soft lighting, each painting seems to come to life. The gallery is divided into two areas, with the reception hall in the middle as the central axis, the east side is Chinese ink painting, which contains famous calligraphy, and the west side is Western painting, which also includes famous Japanese and Korean paintings.

It is said that some famous paintings are only hung here and not sold, and they need to be auctioned to get them.

But in any case, the artistic atmosphere here alone makes people come to quietly calm down and quietly appreciate the masterpieces here. Su Xiang thought that the children would feel bored after coming here, at this time she looked at the two children, Fu Ying's eyes widened, with a look of appreciation, the pearl was smaller, but in such an atmosphere, he only followed her quietly.

There was a carpet on the floor, and there was no sound at all when they stepped on it, and a few of them looked all the way over, and when they saw an interesting painting, they stayed for a while. There are many paintings from many years ago, many of which are already contemporary celebrity painters, and those paintings have naturally risen with the tide and the price is very high.

Su Xiang has been picking out paintings from thirty years ago, but unfortunately there are no of these paintings.

The manager of the gallery was a shrewd person, and most of the people who came to see the paintings were some figures with heads and faces, and when she recognized Su Xiang's face, she took the initiative to come and ask, "Miss Su, are you still satisfied with these paintings?"

Su Xiang was slightly stunned: "Do you recognize me?"

The manager smiled and said, "At last year's Furui Charity Auction, there was a painting in this gallery that was also auctioned on it, so I met Miss Su." ”

"Oh. Su Xiang nodded, and then heard the manager ask, "Miss Su, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Su Xiang just wanted to ask, so he said, "I want to ask, are all your paintings in this exhibition here?"

The manager smiled slightly: "What is in this exhibition is only a part of the gallery's collection. ”

"Can I take a look at the ones that aren't on display?"

"This ...... I need to ask Mr. He. Miss Su, please wait. As she spoke, she nodded and went to ask.

While waiting, Su Xiang glanced at Qi Lingyang and was drumming in his heart. I don't know why, but standing here she had a feeling that she was very close to that person. It's like turning around, or looking up.

However, she didn't even know what the painter's name was or who his name was.

She was a little resentful of Su Run, he didn't even know the name of that person, but he hated her to the core.

Qi Lingyang pinched her fingers and said, "Don't worry, that Mr. He has been in this industry for many years, and he should be able to find a little eyebrows." ”

"Hmm. Su Xiang nodded and gently adjusted his breathing to calm himself down.

After a while, an old man with a goatee and round black-rimmed glasses walked in, not tall, and his chubby face stretched the folds of his face apart, giving people a sleek and worldly feeling, and there was nothing artistic about him himself. It's hard to imagine such an old man running a gallery business.

The old man stood still in front of Su Xiang and them, and said with a smile: "Miss Su, Mr. Qi, I heard that you want to see other paintings, but you are not satisfied with those paintings?"

Qi Lingyang was not surprised that this old man recognized him, he smiled lightly and said: "It's not that I'm dissatisfied, but it's both a work of art and an eye." ”

"Hehe, what Mr. Qi said is true. He turned his head to look at Su Xiang, "When people look at paintings, it's like picking objects." Regardless of whether the other party is beautiful or not, the key is to get into the eye. ”

Qi Lingyang smiled without saying a word, Su Xiang squeezed a smile and asked, "Then Mr. He, can you let us take a look?"

The old man wants to do a big business, and a rich man like Qi Lingyang comes to the gallery in person, of course he wants to do his business. He swiped his arm: "Please." ”

Su Xiang turned his head and told Zhang's mother and the driver to watch the two children stay here, and then follow the old man forward.

There is a door behind the reception hall in the middle, open that door, and inside is a passage that leads down the stairs to the basement. Paintings also hang on the side of the staircase, and as you go down, the light in front of you is as bright as the art gallery.

There is no distinction between the East and the West, all of them are put together, and they are not distinguished, and many of them are encapsulated. The old man stood aside and said with a smile: "All my paintings are here, but I don't know which one can enter Miss Su's eyes." ”

Su Xiang nodded at him and looked at the paintings. The paintings are piled up here, and the name of the artist is written on the oiled paper cover, as well as the time of painting, so it is not so difficult to find. And judging from the dust falling on it, you can also see the years.

Su Xiang was looking for a painting over there, Qi Lingyang stood next to the old man, the old man looked at him and said, "Isn't Mr. Qi together?"

Qi Lingyang smiled and said: "The gift I gave her is, of course, to her liking. ”

The old man nodded with a smile: "Mr. Qi is very considerate to Miss Su. ”

Qi Lingyang smiled, pointed to the painting against the wall, which looked like some years old, and asked, "Old Mr. He, there is something I want to ask you." ”

"Oh, don't dare to ask, Mr. Qi has something to ask. The old man was a little fluttered by the word "ask for advice", and looked at him with a smile.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard that Mr. He has been a painter for more than 30 years, and he knows countless painters and talented women, I wonder if Mr. He also knows some stories about these painters?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, the smile at the corner of his eyes was squeezed like a chrysanthemum, and he said, "It turns out that Mr. Qi also likes to listen to stories. Well, this is a talented and beautiful woman, of course, there are many stories. "Without that story, his paintings wouldn't have fetched such a high price.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard my father say that more than 30 years ago, there were three beauties in Beicheng, and one of them, Shen Yan, also had some stories with painters, I don't know if the old gentleman has heard of it?"

The old man squinted his eyes, leaned back slightly, touched the goatee on his chin to make a thinking motion, glanced at Qi Lingyang and said, "Well, Mr. Qi's mother is also a beautiful woman." ”

Qi Lingyang was naturally clear about Yu Kelan's story, and he smiled: "Of the three beauties, only Shen Yan's is the most confusing and most in line with the story of a talented and beautiful woman." ”

The old man sighed with emotion: "Yes, such a beautiful woman...... Hey...... "A great beauty who fell into the city and the country will not die well in the end."

He said, "Speaking of which, I've seen that great beauty too......"

Qi Lingyang took the opportunity to say: "The old gentleman entered the industry more than thirty years ago, he should also know that painter, right?"

The old man stroked his goatee, took two steps forward, paused, and walked two more steps, reminiscing about the past in this square inch. He sighed again and said, "Yes, of course I know...... It's been 30 years......"

At this time, Su Xiang found an old painting that matched the years and months in those paintings, and I don't know why, she looked for those paintings, and she didn't have the idea of opening and looking at them when she touched them, only this painting, when she touched it, she would have a strange feeling in her heart, as if there was a kind of intuition in her heart, that is, its intuition.

She looked at the blurred handwriting on the cover that was covered by dust, and wiped it without being dirty, and the names written in the two pencils became clear-Ye Cheng.

As she muttered the name, the old man paused and turned to look at her......