"Hanyu Shinichi, the Black Feather Monster Thief, the thief who used to run rampant, it's you, Curator Jin..."Li Yun squinted at Curator Jin.

The people next to him were in a commotion, they couldn't believe this thing, the famous Pavilion Director Jin was actually the strange thief Hei Yu? No one would believe it, including Yang Tianhu, who only looked at Director Jin and Li Yun with suspicion, and his eyes were uncertain for a while.

Curator Jin took a deep breath and said with a smile in the face of Li Yun's accusation.

"This... Dao Chief, I didn't understand what you were saying, I was me, Curator Jin, no one else... Authentic Chinese people. ”

"Hanyu Shinichi, a native of Osaka, Japan, 58 years old this year, once used to steal rampant in the name of [Black Feather Monster Thief], has two daughters, and is still living in Japan, raised by the gold curator, you send money, and don't know that his father has become another person, living in this world instead of another person, and using gambling to [win] other people's lives. Li Yun approached step by step, and Director Jin could only stop retreating.

Curator Jin looked at Li Yun with an incredulous face, and wanted to ask Li Yun how he knew.

Until, I saw Li Yun's eyebrows, the eyes that bloomed with golden light, connected by mysterious lines, smart and powerful, as if able to see through all the vanity...

Curator Jin muttered.

"There is nothing to hide..."

"Mr. Hanyu Shinichi, it's good that you understand..."Li Yun closed his eyes and continued to say indifferently: "Let Poor Dao guess, why do you want the identity of Director Jin... The famous paintings you stole don't have too many sales channels, and these so-called famous paintings are piled up in warehouses that don't see the light of day and are not very willing, so... You need an identity, an identity that reasonably owns these famous paintings, and you have chosen to become a rich man in China to harbor these famous foreign paintings... It's as if some of my country's bronze heads have been robbed, but they can also appear openly in the hands of foreign riches. ”

"In the beginning, you may have robbed the rich and helped the poor, but later, you yourself were consumed by this desire, and you intended to have it all..."

The scene was silent, and even Ye He didn't know what to say, until there was a bodyguard next to him who was more loyal to the current Director Jin, and said weakly.

"This must be about evidence in everything, you say that Director Jin is not Director Jin... Isn't that biased..."

"Of course, the poor road Kudo Shin... Ahem, Poor Dao naturally wouldn't frame Curator Jin with white teeth. ”

As soon as Li Yun's words fell, Jin Shanshan next to him immediately rushed up uncontrollably, and he didn't care about the image of the eldest lady, just looked at Li Yun and said, "Dao Chief... Dao Chief... My father... He... Where the hell is it..."

"Didn't the layman suspect that this is really your father, or... Was Poor Dao just talking nonsense?" Li Yun said with a smile as he looked at Jin Shanshan.

Jin Shanshan hesitated for a moment, looked at the panicked 'Curator Jin' and plucked up the courage to say.

"Maybe it's a little strange for me to say that... But I know that he is not my real father, and we have lived together for so many years... There is no intersection between feelings, and he never speaks more than two sentences a day, and even when my mother died, he just coldly expressed regret and continued to drink with friends..."

"My father, he is not such a person, his feelings are even richer, he will play childish games with me, perform magic tricks for me, and will not force me to intersect with people I don't like, and become a tool for marriage... Also, if it were my father and my mother died, he would cry more than everyone else and drink more than everyone else, not to forget my mother and forget his sorrow, but to look at her and accompany her, so that her memories would be more profound in her mind..."

"I should have found out earlier... You're definitely an impostor!"

Jin Shanshan clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and now, all the ladies and celebrities have been lost.

The fake curator Jin still wanted to say something, his eyes were cloudy, and he wanted to continue to find some reasons to excuse himself.

Li Yun tapped Jin Shanshan's head with his finger.

"Who said your father... I didn't go there..."

Jin Shanshan's eyes were pale, and illusions formed in front of her.

This... It's not an illusion, Jin Shanshan knows that this is her own memory, her childhood self, and her memory at her mother's funeral.

The cry of a child is his own.

There are also adult cries, from grandparents and grandmothers...

And also...

And crying...

There was also a cry from nowhere...

Jin Shanshan in the fantasy world is holding the bear doll and crying, crying...

Crying...

Crying, crying from men.

It was a man holding a bottle of Lao Baigan crying next to the tomb, a man Jin Shanshan didn't know.

He cried more than everybody.

Everybody just thinks it's a drunken man passing by.

Only Jin Shanshan at that time felt that something was wrong with this drunk, and kept staring at him, but in the end, he didn't see anything.

It wasn't until after the drunk man left that the young Jin Shanshan cried even louder.

Because on this day, father and mother left her at the same time.

Jin Shanshan could see the man's face clearly, and she could clearly read what the weeping face represented.

What stands for is to remember...

Remember, don't forget-

...

At the magicians' group, Shinichi Hanyu... The real Pavilion Master Jin stood up and walked in the direction of Li Yun's side, and the old magician looked at the old face and said with some suspicion.

"What are you doing..."

"Well, actually, my name is not Hanyu Shinichi, nor am I a wandering magician from Japan. After taking off the cylinder hat, he gave a slight salute and said with a smile: "My name is Jin Yuan... It's her father..."

Jin Yuan walked in front of Jin Shanshan step by step, looking a little unsettled.

Over the years, I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a father... Are you entitled to see your daughter again...

Jin Shanshan also looked at the man with a stranger's face in front of her, and didn't know what expression to use to face for a while...

Li Yun gave the two of them an encouraging look.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and in the end, the steps of the two of them were getting faster and faster, without too many words, without too many movements, they hugged each other, and Jin Shanshan had already burst into tears.

"Even though the appearance has changed, the attraction from the stand-in messengers... No, the warmth of the soul and blood will still make the two close to each other, and they can recognize each other without words. Li Yun continued to conjure a pot of good wine from his sleeve to drink.

"Daughter, I'm back..."

"Well, it's good to come back..."