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"People are so cute, are you willing to fight......" Han Moyu deliberately whispered.

"Smack!" Before Han Mo could finish speaking, he felt a slap in his head.

"My fat tiger is beating you!" Chen Sihu glared at Han Moyu and said, "Don't be like a little girl, be careful that my fat tiger doesn't like you and beats you all over the place!"

Han Moyu stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said dissatisfiedly: "On my birthday today, you will give me a beating! Also, am I really that girly?"

Fat Tiger snorted and said, "It's almost the same as a mother." No matter how you look at it, you look weak, where you look like a young man. As he spoke, he moved a chair and climbed up to carefully pick the guqin.

"Okay, I'll admit I'm girly, but you don't have to say it. Han Moyu raised his eyebrows and said.

It seems that her outfit has not yet been successful. How to say it, a girl is a girl after all, no matter how you dress up, the temperament that comes out of your bones cannot be changed.

Han Moyu still remembers that she was very frustrated because she heard others say that she was girly. But not anymore.

"Alright, alright, don't be so sad. Everybody is different, you see, if my fat tiger is as girly as you, it will be ridiculous. But in you, it's very special. Chen Sihu pouted.

"Oh. Han Moyu grinned, is this simple Chen Sihu quite comforting, "Anyway, I will also strengthen my exercise in the future and become stronger, as strong as you are a fat tiger!"

At least, it can't be too girly, so that people can see the clues, right?

Chen Sihu turned his face a little shyly and grabbed the guqin on the wall.

The guqin was tied with two ribbons and hung horizontally on a nail on the wall, and Chen Sihu tried to pull it a few times, but found that it was becoming more and more of a dead knot. I had to stretch out my chubby hand to untie the knot.

"I don't want her things......" Han Moyu muttered quietly while helping Chen Sihu hold up the chair, but was heard by Chen Sihu;

Chen Sihu leaned against the wall and shouted, "What are you doing? You don't dislike this is a dead man's thing, right? My cousin treated you much better than me when she was alive!"

"No, I mean...... It is disrespectful to my cousin to steal it so rashly. I'm afraid my cousin will be angry......" Han Mo said.

"Besides, when you were a child, your family was poor, and my cousin sold the jewelry left by her mother to help your family. I heard the maid say that whenever there is something delicious at home, my cousin is reluctant to eat it herself, so I ask someone to bring it to you...... I wonder if I'm her cousin or you. Chen Sihu snorted and said,

"I want to come and take her a broken piano this time, she knows it's for you, and it's also fun. While speaking, Chen Sihu held the unsolved guqin in his arms, bent down and handed it to Han Moyu: "No, take it." ”

With that, he was about to jump off the chair with one hand against the wall, but he fell off the chair with a scream. The ass landed on the ground, and it was really shaken firmly.

Han Moyu was startled, and hurriedly helped Chen Sihu up from the ground and asked, "How is it?

Chen Sihu sat on the ground rubbing his buttocks, screaming heavily, and when he fell, his legs were also knocked and his trouser legs were scratched.

Han Moyu took the candlestick from the table, put it at his feet, and helped Chen Sihu pull up his trouser legs. I saw a large piece of blue on Chen Sihu's leg.

Han Moyu knelt in front of Chen Sihu, held his wound and rubbed it gently, and blew carefully, which made Chen Sihu itch.

Chen Sihu felt a strange feeling in his heart, staring blankly at Han Moyu's beautiful and lovely face, and for some reason, his face suddenly turned red.

"Does it still hurt?" Han Moyu raised his head and asked, Chen Sihu hurriedly shook his head, stood up against the wall, lowered his trouser legs, and didn't say a word.

"How is it, do you want to see Lang Zhong?" asked Han Moyu with some concern.

Chen Sihu turned his face away and waved his hand nonchalantly: "This little injury, what is it!

Han Moyu couldn't help but laugh dumbly. This Chen Sihu still likes to be reckless so much.

"Ah, there's a hole there!" Han Moyu suddenly exclaimed. When she raised her eyes, she didn't expect to find that the painting lined with the guqin on the wall had been poked with a hole and crumpled.

Chen Sihu turned his head and followed the direction of Han Moyu's finger to see the hole in the painting on the wall.

Han Moyu hurriedly picked up the candlestick from the ground and reflected it in the painting.

Chen Sihu opened the painting and saw that the wall behind the painting had been hollowed out with several bricks and formed a rectangular dark grid.

On that dark compartment, there was a wooden box horizontally. Chen Sihu reached out and took out the wooden box and put it on the table.

The wooden box was full of dust, Chen Sihu stretched out his sleeve and wiped it, only to see the carved phoenix peony pattern on the box.

The wooden box is painted with red lacquer, and the four corners are nailed with decorative gold plates with moire patterns, and in the center, there is a small golden lock.

Chen Sihu frowned, reached out and groped in the secret compartment where the wooden box was placed, and found a delicate key. He took it in his hand, inserted it into the cylinder, and turned it around. I heard a click, and the lock opened.

Chen Sihu opened the wooden box, and there was a neat stack of silk handkerchiefs inside. Chen Sihu reached out and took out the silk silk inside, put it on the table, and slowly unfolded it.

Han Moyu was stunned.

I saw that on the scroll, the painting was a beautiful girl, wearing a pink embroidered short jacket and a peach blossom skirt, and the beige water sleeves fluttered with the breeze.

On this scroll, the girl's eyes are bright, her teeth are green, and her youth seems to have condensed over time. In the lower right corner of the painting is written a line of words like flowing clouds: Jue, the book was written in the first year of Yongxing.

"Wow, isn't this my cousin?" Chen Sihu exclaimed, "My cousin was really a beauty when she was young!"

Han Moyu looked at it for a long time before he connected the young and beautiful girl in this painting with the sick woman with a pale face. A sudden sorrow welled up in my heart.

On the night in her memory, Chen Sihu also came to look for her, but she didn't open the door to let Chen Sihu in, let alone follow Chen Sihu to Chen's house, and didn't see such a painting.

But now, the moment she saw the painting, she felt as if something had begun to change quietly.

She stretched out her hand, wiped the dust on the silk painting with her sleeve, then rolled it up, put it in the box, and handed it to Chen Sihu: "Fat Tiger, you put this painting back in its place, my cousin is carefully storing this painting, which means that this painting is very important to her, so let's not move it." ”

"Oh, good. Chen Sihu took the painting, carefully put the box back into the dark grid on the wall, and said to himself: "It's really strange, why does my cousin want to collect her own portrait?"

"I think it's not the painting, it's the person who painted it. Han Mo said, "Jue, the person who made my cousin's heart and soul can't forget jì, is his name "Jue"?

"Oh. Chen Sihu glanced thoughtfully at the wall where the dark grid was located, tore off a piece of tattered curtain, wrapped the piano, and said, "Let's go." ”

Along the way, Chen Fathu walked in front, Han Moyu followed behind, and the two looked around, for fear of being caught by others. Fortunately, there was no one along the way.

Out of Chen's house, Han Moyu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked him to take it several times, but Chen Sihu refused.

Chen Sihu said: "Don't worry, I will send you to your house, and I will naturally give it to you." I'm stronger than you, and I'm faster than you, so I'll take it. ”

Han Moyu followed behind, thinking, "This kid still cares about people." On the one hand, he was a little depressed, looking at his lameness, and felt as if he was quite useless.

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