Zhang Xiaoli was originally very happy because Lin Chen came back from the mountain safely and learned that his father's illness was no longer serious, so he was happily watching Lin Chen eat breakfast. But after listening to Lin Chen's questioning, Zhang Xiaoli was silent again.

"Mom is a very good person. Zhang Xiaoli finally opened his mouth.

"Awesome?" Lin Chen didn't expect Zhang Xiaoli to comment on his mother like this. When most people are children, their fathers are portrayed as strict fathers, powerful fathers, but mothers, most of them are loving, nagging, of course, strict, etc., but it is still rare to say that mothers are powerful.

"Yes, it's amazing. Zhang Xiaoli said. My mother could write, draw, and sing.

Lin Chen smiled, and then took two mouthfuls of rice.

"Master, do you not believe it?" Zhang Xiaoli obviously felt the meaning of Lin Chen's smile, although it was not mockery.

"Oh, no, I believe, you go on. Lin Chen said while chewing his meal.

"Yes, Master doesn't believe in Xiao Li. Xiao Li pouted and said, "By the way, Master, you wait for me." ”

After speaking, Xiao Li ran out of the door, Lin Chen naturally didn't care, and then had breakfast. Just after Lin Chen finished eating and freshening up, Zhang Xiaoli came over with a big box.

Looking at Xiao Li's flushed face, Lin Chen hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to take it and put it on the table.

But Xiao Li stopped Lin Chen, first put the box on the chair, then climbed onto the table, carefully wiped the entire table, and then found a cloth to put on the table, and then carefully put the box on the table.

Lin Chen looked at Xiao Li's serious appearance, it seems that this box is very important to her, it can be said to be her treasure chest. This reminded Lin Chen that when he was a child, there was also such a small box, which contained more glass beads, spinning tops, picture pieces, and small picture books.

After Xiao Li did all this, he motioned to the master to open it and take a look, Lin Chen opened the box with a smile, and when he saw the contents inside, Lin Chen's smile froze.

It was full of rolled paper.

"These are all drawn by my mother. Zhang Xiaoli said proudly.

This made Lin Chen even more surprised, took out a painting, spread it out on the table and looked at it, the paper was painted by a man with a small child playing, the child with two pigtails, extremely cute. On the other side, a woman sat at the table, looking at them, the woman was holding a pen in her hand, and on the table was a piece of paper and an inkstone.

Obviously, the painting should be an interesting story about the daily life of Zhang Zhong, Hu Ling, and Xiao Li's family of three.

"This is what your mother painted?" Lin Chen asked.

"Of course, now the master believes it, isn't my mother amazing?"

"Well, it's a really good drawing. Lin Chen nodded, rolled up the painting, and then took another one.

The painting depicts a mountain scene, with a man and a woman in the mountains. The man, dressed in green clothes, was half-kneeling on the ground, placing the woman's feet on his knees, and watching earnestly as a bamboo basket filled with herbs was set aside.

The woman was dressed in black, dressed capably, looking heroic, and was sitting on a boulder at the moment, stretching one leg and covering her face with one arm. Although I couldn't see her face, I seemed to be able to see a trace of pain and shyness from her movements.

"This is also your mother?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Yes, my mother said that this was the scene where my parents met for the first time, and my mother drew it when I was four years old. ”

Lin Chen smiled, it seems that Zhang Xiaoli really regards these as his treasures, and he can even remember the days of painting. Lin Chen flipped through a few more pictures, all of which recorded some bits and pieces of life.

"Master, you see, this is my mother. Zhang Xiaoli took out a painting from the box and opened it carefully.

The first few paintings are all from afar, but as for the figures, they are drawn very briefly, and I don't know if it is intentional, all the Hu Ling in the picture only has half a face, and the painting is not too detailed.

But this one is different, it is a figure painting. Lin Chen looked at the previous paintings, and the scenery was very meaningful, but each picture was a long view, thinking that Hu Ling was not good at painting the facial features of the characters. But after looking at this painting, I realized that this was not the case.

The woman in the painting, dressed as a peasant village woman, has a smile on her face, her eyebrows are full of love, and her arms are slightly extended, as if she wants to hug the person in front of the painting.

"This is what my mom painted when I was six years old, saying it was for me as a gift. After speaking, Xiao Li had tears in his eyes.

Lin Chen didn't notice Xiao Li's expression at this time, because he always felt that the person in the painting was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Suddenly, Lin Chen heard Xiao Li's sobbing and turned his head, only to see Xiao Li standing at the table wiping his tears.

"Xiao Li, what's wrong with you?" Lin Chen asked with concern.

Xiao Li snorted, and then whispered, "This is the last painting my mother gave me, and my mother let the bad guys arrest me in a few days." ”

It seems that because of the mention of sadness, Xiao Li suddenly started crying after speaking, and he couldn't stop it. Lin Chen at the table didn't know how to coax the child at all, he could only watch dryly, and he didn't know what to say, did he want to tell her his own speculation, your mother was estimated to have been cold three years ago.

Lin Chen had no choice but to quickly roll up the painting.

Just when Lin Chen was embarrassed, Meng Qingwu suddenly came back, because he didn't bring water, so he came back to get water, and just happened to see this scene.

"I said Lin Chen, why do you even bully a child. Entering the house, Dream Qingwu began to count the dust without saying anything. After finishing speaking, he walked up to Xiao Li and held Xiao Li in his arms.

"No, no, it's not Master......" Xiao Li said word by word while crying, but he cried so much that he couldn't cry anymore.

"I miss my mother. Lin Chen sighed, and then tapped his finger on the painting in his hand.

The painting has been rolled up to the neck by Lin Chen, revealing only one face.

Meng Qingwu was stunned for a moment and looked towards the painting, but after looking at it for a while, Meng Qingwu suddenly spoke: "Are you sure this is not the painting of the Three Princes?"

"Third prince?" Lin Chen frowned, spread out the painting and looked at it carefully, and then covered the headdress of the person in the painting and looked at it, sighing, "It's really like!"

Lin Chen suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly took out all the paintings in the box and looked at them one by one.

"Sure enough, sure enough. Lin Chen's two sentences are sure enough, and there is no follow-up.

"Sure what?" asked Yume, puzzled.

Lin Chen glanced at Meng Qingwu, Meng Qingwu understood, patted Xiao Li, and asked her to wash her face.

After taking Xiao Li away, Meng Qingwu hurriedly asked, "What did you find?"

"If you look at these paintings, they are all painted by Hu Ling. But apart from this one, can't you see the face of the woman in the painting clearly?" Lin Chen said.

Meng Qingwu looked through a few pictures, and it was indeed as Lin Chen said, so he nodded.

And this self-portrait was painted a few days before Hu Ling was taken away and given to Xiao Li. Lin Chen nodded to the self-portrait again.

Dream Light Dance had just heard about this, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Coupled with the discovery just now, so ......" Speaking of this, Lin Chen sold Guan Zi instead.

"So what?" Meng Qingwu saw Lin Chen's sale, so he stepped on Lin Chen's feet.

"Ahh Lin Chen hugged his feet and rubbed them, "So it was wrong to guess that Hu Ling was dead, and Hu Ling is likely to be alive!"

"Alive?" Meng Qingwu was puzzled, because according to the previous description of the village chief, this Hu Ling was definitely dead.

In this way, in this way, Lin Chen told Meng Qingwu about his guess, and Meng Qingwu stared at Lin Chen with wide eyes and a look of disbelief.

Meng Qingwu was still skeptical about Lin Chen's guess, but she still hoped that Lin Chen's suspicion was right, because only in this way could Hu Ling have a chance of being alive.

"Forget it, it's all guesswork anyway, if it's true, then it's too complicated. Lin Chen sighed.

"If your guess is true, then wouldn't Hu Ling be able to come back to see her daughter, or even take her daughter away, it's been three years, why don't you do it?"

"I don't know about this, but don't tell Xiao Li about these things yet. Lin Chen sighed again, "Actually, I hope what the village chief said is true." ”

"What? What did the village chief say?"

"It's Hu Ling, the fox demon of this Nanshan. ”

What Lin Chen and Meng Qingwu didn't know was that Xiao Li had already washed his face at this time, and heard the last few words of conversation between the two at the window of the room.