Ming Xuan thought that since Wan Nian could imitate his handwriting and submit a petition to the professors under his name, he would definitely be able to imitate Mr. Han's handwriting and forge a suicide note that was enough to be fake.

He explained his intention to Wannian, but was rejected by the latter.

Writing a petition under a false name is purely a petty fight, but a suicide note can be forged, involving life and death, and then borrowing him a bear's heart and leopard guts, he will not dare to do it for 10,000 years.

Even if the deceased is like this, Wan Nian will not joke about such a thing, and he smells of conspiracy from it. Ming Xuan asked him to forge Mr. Han's suicide note, which must be no good thing.

Ming Xuandu promised Wannian that he deliberately failed the exam in the future, and gave him the first place, and begged for a while without any effect, what else did he want?

Han Qingshan and Yu's old couple are still waiting for the art exhibition, and Ming Xuan has no patience to spend ten thousand years here.

With a "bang", Ming Xuan, who had lost his patience, slapped the desk violently, and his tone became tough: "You have to write this suicide note, and you have to write it if you don't write it!" ”

Le Yuan picked on his language problem, "You can't say that, people who don't know the situation still think that you want to do something to Wannian." ”

Ming Xuan rubbed his hands, his face was hideous, and his eyes showed murderous intent, "If he doesn't agree, I really want to do something to him!" ”

Seeing Ming Xuan's saber rattling and murderous spirit, Wan Nian flinched, and then thought that this was at school, Ming Xuan categorically would not do anything to him, even if he really treated him, he would be punished by the school.

Thinking of Ming Xuan being punished, he had some expectations that something would be done.

Wannian is no longer so timid. Stubbornly, he leaned his face over, looked like he was at home, and said, "You asked me to forge Mr. Han's suicide note, doesn't that mean that Mr. Han committed suicide?" Teacher Han's parents are sad enough to send a black-haired man, if they know that their son committed suicide, can they withstand such a blow? ”

He said this with the intention of provoking Ming Xuan, but after hearing his words, instead of punching him in the face as he expected, Ming Xuan was very impressed with him, and the undisguised appreciation in his eyes dazzled him for a while.

"You're pretty good at thinking about people......

As soon as he was praised, a sense of superiority emerged on Wan Nian's face. I pushed my glasses. He snorted arrogantly, "I won't help you, I advise you not to do such a thing." ”

Ming Xuan had no other tricks for this guy who didn't eat soft and hard, so he could only ask Leyuan for help.

What can Leoyuan do? Although he and Wan Nian are classmates. It's a whole semester down. I didn't say a word to others, and the relationship is not much better.

The two of them have no choice but to take 10,000 years, and they are at a loss. Coriander and Luo Youyou went to the classroom to meet them as they had agreed in advance.

Luo Youyou successfully brought the handouts written by Mr. Han from the office.

But Wan Nian did not agree to imitate Mr. Han's handwriting to forge a suicide note, and all this she did was in vain.

Ming Xuan felt that there was no room for reversal in this matter, because he found that as soon as Luo Youyou entered the classroom, Wan Nian, a guy who didn't eat hard and soft, became very strange.

Wan Nian grabbed a book indiscriminately and blocked it in front of his flushed face, and he didn't realize that the whole book was taken down, he couldn't wait to hide himself, but he still cautiously showed a little admiration and peeked at Luo Youyou, and his obsession was fully revealed.

Ming Xuan saw the clue and laughed maliciously, as if he was playing some bad idea.

He pretended to have nothing to do and wailed: "Yoyo, you hurry up and help me persuade Wan Nian, he won't help us at all." ”

Luo Youyou was in the clouds, looking cute and lovely, and after knowing that the Wannian Pit could imitate other people's handwriting, he couldn't help but clap his hands and marvel at it. She is also an understanding person, and she will take the lead in finding him immediately, hoping to use her skills for ten thousand years to forge the non-existent suicide note.

"Classmate Wan, I may have to trouble you this time......" Luo Youyou pleaded.

She clasped her hands and prayed like a devout believer under the image of the Virgin, solemn and holy, making it seem that it would be a blasphemy to look at her.

Wan Nian glanced at her, the suspicious flush on his face spread to the back of his ears and the base of his neck, as if he couldn't bear to see the look of disappointment in Luo Youyou's pitiful amber eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, but he could still feel the pleading gaze that was difficult to refuse.

Le Yuan already knew what kind of ghost Ming Xuan was playing, and while he disdained Wannian wishful thinking in his heart, he also despised Ming Xuan's despicable behavior of using Luo Youyou.

Ming Xuan is just treating others in his own way.

But don't say it, this beauty trick really works.

After hesitating for a while, Wan Nian finally agreed to help them with this.

Ming Xuan said so much bitterly before, but it was not as effective as Luo Youyou's words, and it hit him hard, and he secretly made up his mind to abuse him for ten thousand years in the next exam, so that this nerd could realize what the real gap was.

Several people conspired to consider the words and set the content of the suicide note, and then forged the suicide note in 10,000 years according to the handwriting on the handout.

Taking down the freshly baked "suicide note", Leyuan dried the ink on the paper, and then folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope.

I hope that after the old couple saw the contents of this suicide note, they would give up their plan to take Mr. Han's posthumous work.

Ming Xuan instructed him not to do things too unkindly.

Leyuan didn't plan to let the two elders go home empty-handed.

Leyuan handed over the "suicide note" to Han Qingshan.

The Han family has such an intellectual as Teacher Han, and Han Qingshan naturally recognizes a few words. He saw that the letter was indeed his son's handwriting, and he did not doubt him, but his expression became deeper, and he almost couldn't hide the grief in his eyes.

With a suicide note as evidence, Han Qingshan said that he would respect his son's intentions.

Yu Shi did not give up, he said that his son was not filial during his lifetime, and now he said that the student union was not, and it was unreasonable to say that she could not occupy her son's relics with that piece of paper, which made everyone embarrassed.

Yu is an uneducated person, and he still doesn't know that he has gone out in front of people.

Han Qingshan suddenly felt that his face couldn't hold back. changed from dull, raised his face and reprimanded Yu, "Have you made enough trouble!" These paintings are not worth much, what are you going to take home and make? You are a rough woman who knows how to appreciate? If you take it back, you will spoil it! ”

Han Qingshan knew Yu's petty temperament, she just wanted to covet small profits. With the cold taste of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, how can she know what a work of art is. Even if they were to bring these paintings back, they might let Yu burn them as firewood.

In fact, Han Qingshan was quite relieved to see his son's works being displayed in front of many people.

Yu is a shrewd person, "Wen Xuan's suicide note only said that he left the painting to the school, but did not say where other things went. He was a teacher for a few years. Where did his salary go? Yes? ”

Han Qingshan couldn't refute his wife. My son has been working outside for all these years, and he hasn't sent a penny to his family, which is really unreasonable.

Le Yuan originally wanted to use one or two of Mr. Han's early paintings to send the two elders away, but he didn't think that the situation was more complicated. Seeing Han Qingshan's embarrassed looks. He was at a loss for ideas. "I'm only responsible for taking care of Mr. Han's paintings. I haven't touched the teacher's other relics...... Why don't you go to the school building and have a look? ”

Mr. Han worked at Calamus College before his death and has been living in the dormitory of the school worker.

Lek Yuan has been in and out of Mr. Han's room. I know one thing, except for the willingness to spend money on painting tools during Mr. Han's lifetime, everything else was simple. He didn't think that Han Qingshan and his wife would be able to gain anything in the dormitory.

Sure enough, Yu rummaged through Mr. Han's room and didn't find a steel hammer, but he said that he was looking for an explanation from the school. After all, her son died at school, and the school could not afford to take some responsibility. If she hadn't been stopped by Han Qingshan, she would have really rushed out of the country to Asia.

Lek Yuan arranged for the secretary of the student union to send the second elder, who had given him a headache, back to the hotel where they were staying.

Han Qingshan is a good talker, but how can the Yu family be such a philistine, and he can turn his face ruthlessly when he mentions money? If you don't let her get cheap, I'm afraid it will be difficult to send her away.

Now that there is finally no one in the way, Ming Xuan can pester Leyuan without scruples to ask questions to satisfy his curiosity.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on."

Le Yuan snorted with his nose, as if he didn't bother to pay attention to him. Don't think that if he has an idea, he will treat this guy as his own. He ignored the annoying Ming Xuan and focused his eyes on Luo Youyou and Coriander.

He grimaced, "Yoyo, you tell me the truth, that painting is still there." ”

Luo Youyou found that not only Leyuan, but even Coriander looked at her, waiting for her answer.

She secretly bit her tongue that was about to be knotted, and insisted categorically, "I burned that painting!" ”

She promised others that she must do a good job, even if it was already stuffed before.

Leyuan sighed lightly, "I hope it's really as you say." ”

Luo You hurriedly lowered his head to hide his vacillating gaze.

Ming Xuan still hasn't given up getting to the bottom of it, "What kind of painting is that?" ”

Le Yuan said: "That painting is called "Tree", and Mr. Han seems to know that his time is short, so he revealed to me that he had the intention to entrust the painting to me before the painting was completed. However, the day before he died, he came to me and told me to take the painting out of Locke's house no matter what......" He looked at Luo Youyou with a fierce gaze and an unwavering tone, "So you said that the painting was given to you by Professor Qu, I don't believe it at all!" ”

Luo Youyou was stunned, and couldn't help but bow his head again under Le Yuan's compelling gaze.

Ming Xuan was puzzled, "Is that painting that important?" ”

Leyuan was also confused, "I don't know, I haven't seen that painting......"

But before he died, Mr. Han told him that he had to do it, which meant that the painting was really important.

"I don't know if you have made so many articles, you are also quite hard." Ming Xuan said, "But if that painting is really that important, it is much safer to hide it in the Luo family than in your hands." I'm afraid that Mr. Han overestimated your relationship with the Locke family before his death, and he thought that you could easily bring out the painting. ”

Le Yuan's face was suddenly embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find something to block Mingxuan's stinky mouth. However, as Ming Xuan said, even if he is still Luo Youyou's fiancé in name, but now it is different from the past, and he and the Luo family are secretly incompatible. On weekdays, he can only meet Luo Youyou at school, and it is impossible to go to Luo's house to meet people.

It's not that he can't get into the door of the Locke family, but once he does. The servants of the Luo family muttered all kinds of faces behind his down-and-out young master, and even more hateful things, Luo Jun looked like a good uncle on his face, but there was contempt in his eyes, and he would take out a lot of money and put it in front of him, as if he was giving alms, which was equivalent to trampling on his dignity!

Hmph, people who don't know his nature really think that he is kind and kind-hearted.

After one or two times, Luo Jun brushed Leyuan's good impression of the Luo family to the brink. But Leyuan couldn't hate Luo Youyou. Just thinking of her hypocritical father. I can't help but be angry with her.

The minds present were different.

Coriander secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that these students didn't know the true identity of Teacher Han and the secret of the painting......

His silence instead aroused Ming Xuan's suspicions, "Young man." What do you seem to know? ”

Luo Youyou glanced at him with a complicated expression. Anyway, everyone has a ghost in their hearts. She didn't have to feel too guilty.

Coriander smiled unnaturally and replied, "Don't you learn my sister's tone, okay?" ”

Speaking of coriander, Ming Xuan was distracted. "Why hasn't your sister come yet?"

Coriander looked up at the sky, the bright sun was slightly wester, and the lunch had passed, presumably the coriander would not come. She didn't rest well all night yesterday, and she went to buy goods this morning, and she must have to make time to rest in the afternoon, otherwise she will go to work in Baiyuemen after dark, where can she hold on?

Ming Xuan got up, "You sit here for a while, I'll go see if the coriander is here, and buy something to eat by the way." ”

Coriander touched her gurgling belly, she was really hungry.

Looking at the sparkling lake, Coriander had no intention of being afraid of panic, but was melancholy.

The school lake in front of him is the place where Teacher Han's life was taken, and it is unknown who is the culprit who killed Teacher Han.

Le Yuan glanced at coriander, and then asked Luo Youyou, who was looking at the school lake and lost his mind: "Youyou, who else knows about that painting?" ”

"There is no one else but my family and you." Luo Youyou's eyes flickered, and he never mentioned that coriander knew about it. She suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, maybe Professor Qu." ”

"Possibly?"

"Yes, and Professor Qu." Luo Youyou's tone was firm, trying to convince himself as much as possible.

"Why do you say that the painting was given to you by Professor Qu?"

Luo Youyou said stiffly: "He gave it to me." ”

"Teacher Han never mentioned Professor Qu to me before he died!" Leo Yuan didn't believe that Professor Qu was also involved.

Coriander also knew what was going on, especially the whereabouts of the painting, so she endured it and didn't interject.

was probably annoyed by the question, and in a hurry, Luo Youyou said the lines prepared in advance, "It was given to me by Professor Qu!" I was tied up in front of Yangcheng, it was Professor Qu who asked me out, and I was not happy that he lied to me, so can't I burn the paintings he gave me? ”

Leyuan was stunned. It was the first time he had heard that Luo Youyou had an accident before, and it was also related to Channel Cheng. If it's really like what Luo Youyou said, then isn't her favorability towards the channel so deep? Thinking of this, Leyuan was a little happy, and he almost couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

He didn't regard coriander as a competitor at all, maybe one day he would regret not taking the dark horse of coriander seriously......

Now Luo Youyou is determined to burn "Tree", but Coriander and Leyuan always feel unsteady in their hearts, no matter how much they ask, they still get the same result from Luo Youyou's mouth.

was really annoyed by the question, Luo Youyou excused himself to go to the toilet and left.

Le Yuan and Coriander were alone, and found that the immature face of this young man of his age had a calm atmosphere that did not match his age. His lowered gaze flickered slightly, and he asked, "Have you seen that painting at Locke's house...... Do you remember what that painting was like? ”

He was trying to get something out of the coriander's mouth.

Coriander sensed his intentions, looked at him calmly, and did not answer Le Yuan's words, but asked, "Do you think what Miss Luo said is true?" ”

Le Yuan looked strange, and suddenly remembered what Ming Xuan said before that coriander seemed to know something, and he suddenly felt like this now.

Coriander refocused her gaze on the lake that was floating with the shadows of the green trees, and her distant eyes darkened, "Since you are Miss Luo's fiancé, you can go to Luo's house to find out if the painting is still there." ”

Leyuan's expression changed and he became vigilant. There was danger in the deep voice, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"We've met before, but we haven't met in person." Coriander looked confused.

If he was like this for Coriander to see, she would definitely feel that the person in front of her was very strange.

Le Yuan's face was tense, and the expression in his eyes was uncertain, he couldn't remember that he had such a fate with coriander.

Without waiting for him to ask, Coriander said, "I have heard your voice in Baozhiling. ”

Le Yuan's face changed again, I don't know whether he was surprised or happy, "Do you know Doctor Cheng!?" ”

Coriander is noncommittal.

Seeing that he acquiesced, Leyuan stretched the color. Even a little excited. "In other words, you are the same as Dr. Cheng - then Teacher Han is also ......"

Swept away by the cold afterglow in the corner of Coriander's eyes, Le Yuan swallowed the word "Revolutionary Party" back into his stomach.

Coriander is just an errand runner, not a revolutionary party in the true sense of the word. This is complicated to explain. I didn't talk to Leyuan in detail.

Coriander turned the conversation back to painting. "Anyway, I'll trouble you to go to Locke's house and make sure that the painting is still there."

Entrusted with a heavy responsibility, Leyuan suddenly felt supreme glory. The whole person was in good spirits.

The revolutionary martyrs shed their blood for the great revolutionary cause, compared with them who dared to sacrifice and take risks, Leyuan lost some dignity is a trivial matter at all.

Leyuan patted his chest and assured Coriander, "Leave this matter to me!" But he immediately wilted, "but I don't know what that painting is about." ”

"It's just a tree." Other than that, coriander didn't say much.

According to his identity, he couldn't enter the Luo family, and in desperation, he thought of using Leyuan, who has been secretly actively supporting the revolutionary party, and he can be regarded as an adult. Besides, this is not a dangerous thing, and it will not hurt Leyuan's life.

Seeing that the coriander was secretive, Le Yuan changed his opinion of him a lot.

Not long after Luo Youyou came back, Ming Xuan also came back with something to eat.

"It's time to open the meal—" Ming Xuan said as he distributed the food and handed a hot roasted sweet potato to Le Yuan, "By the way, have you thought about how to send Teacher Han's parents?" ”

"Without the money, they won't leave." Leoyuan knows this.

Ming Xuan snorted, "Then you can only find a way to raise money by yourself, don't expect the school to give them a penny." Don't forget, Mr. Han was buried in our school, and his father didn't spend a penny on his funeral. ”

Even if the son was at fault during his lifetime, the father and mother should not let him be cold.

Le Yuan could use such an excuse to send the two elders away, but he didn't want to be so unkind and unkind. He grimaced, "Where do I go to raise money?" ”

It was already very difficult for him to study at home.

Seeing Leyuan looking at himself, Ming Xuan hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Don't look at me, I know the situation of your family, and you also know the situation of my family, I didn't ask my brother if he wanted to pay for it, but my brother has a keen sense of smell, he will definitely find out where the money goes, and he will definitely find out our school when the time comes......" He looked at Luo Youyou, but the words were said to Leyuan, "Ask your fiancée to borrow money, her family has money!" ”

Luo Youyou looked apologetic, "I don't have the habit of bringing money when I go out...... And my dad is very suspicious, you also know the situation in my family, my dad is fine, but I'm afraid I can't prevent my uncle. ”

Her food and clothing are arranged by the family, and she has no pocket money at all, but when she goes out, her father will stuff some money for the driver in case of emergency, but if she asks the driver for money, her father will definitely know about it. As she said, Luo Jun is full of suspicions, and he will definitely find out like Ming Xuan's brother.

So, the three of them looked at the coriander who was silent.

Coriander was stunned, and suddenly didn't know the taste.

Ming Xuan was straightforward, and stretched out his hand to the coriander, looking like a debt collector, "I know your family is rich." ”

Coriander's face turned red, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "The money in the family is in my sister's hands......"

Ming Xuan shook his hands, "Take ten oceans out first." ”

There was no one to reimburse him, and of course Coriander was reluctant to take out so much money, and he didn't want to involve coriander.

Seeing that Coriander was embarrassed, Ming Xuan said easily: "It's okay, your sister is very open-minded, and she is so good to you, you ask her for money, she will definitely give it to you without saying a word." ”

Coriander looked up and saw Luo Youyou also looking at him with blank eyes, her heart moved, and she compromised: "Then I'll try." ”

Leyuan looked at him with gratitude, and felt more and more that coriander was a revolutionary party. Only the revolutionary party has such a spirit of dedication and not fear of sacrifice......

Are you willing to give......

Coriander smiled bitterly in her heart. (To be continued.) )