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Fang Yang walked to the front of the handmade chest of drawers from the eighties of the last century on the north wall, opened the bottom drawer, and sure enough, he saw the black box lying quietly inside.

Fang Yang's eyes lit up, this black box was clearly made of high-quality ebony, delicate and small, and the peony carvings on the box were lifelike, and at first glance, it was from the hands of a famous artist. On top of the box is a small, old-fashioned brass padlock. Fang Yang had already prepared and took out a thin wire from his body.

Lockpicking, as a compulsory skill for agents, Fang Yang had already practiced it perfectly when he studied with Jing Shuo, an intelligence master of the General Staff, in his previous life, and this kind of old-fashioned padlock was useless in front of Fang Yang.

Fang Yang carefully poked the wire into the keyhole, gently flicked it a few times, only to hear a soft "click", and the padlock opened in response, and the whole process took less than five seconds.

Fang Yang put the padlock aside, took a deep breath, and then lifted the lid. Looking closely, Fang Yang saw a pair of silver bracelets, a gold ring, a Mithril vanity box that was quite popular in the seventies and eighties of the last century, a warm jade Buddha, and a diary that had been rolled up in an orderly manner.

Fang Yang's eyes were very vicious, he could judge at a glance that the workmanship of those jewelry and jade objects was very exquisite, compared to the things sold in ordinary workshops, it was simply heaven and earth. But instead he focused his eyes on the inconspicuous diary.

"If nothing else, there should be the answer I want here......" Fang Yang said to himself as he reached out and picked up the diary.

This is a hardcover cheat book, the cover is the pattern of the Weiming Lake of Beijing University, the paper has been slightly yellowed, and there are raw edges at the edges, which shows that it is a certain age, and Han Xuehua must have looked at it often. Fang Yang suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly opened the cover of the diary.

At this moment, a photograph sandwiched between the title page of the diary fell out.

Fang Yang didn't bother to look through the book, and hurriedly picked up the photo from the ground to look at it carefully. This is a black-and-white photo, with the logo of the famous Jinshan Photo Studio in Beijing in the seventies and eighties......

The person in the photo, Fang Yang is too familiar. Sitting in the center were Comrade Han Changzheng, a highly respected party and state leader, and his revolutionary companion, Comrade Hui Yueying. Behind them stood three young people side by side, the girl on the far right with a youthful smile on her face, Fang Yang recognized it at a glance, it was his mother Han Xuehua in this life.

And the two slightly older young people next to Han Xuehua, Fang Yang will be clear as soon as he identifies them, the one in the center is Han Lingfei, the eldest son of the second generation of the Han family, who is currently the political commissar of the Beijing Garrison District, and the deputy regional level; The one on the left is Han Junfei, the second son of Mr. Han, who is currently a member of the Standing Committee of the Southern Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee and the head of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee.

Fang Yang set off an uproar in his heart, he had long felt that his mother's identity might be unusual, but he never expected that she would actually be a member of the Han family, and it seemed that she was still a descendant of the Han family, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that she would appear in the family portrait of the core figure of the Han family.

At this time, Fang Yang saw that there seemed to be something on the back of the photo, and hurriedly looked around, only to see a line of powerful pen words written on the back of the paper: Beloved daughter Xiaohua's twentieth birthday commemoration. August 1982.

Fang Yang followed Master Bai Yan to practice calligraphy and Chinese painting in his previous life, and had in-depth research on the authentic works of many famous artists. Old Man Han is a red imp on the expedition, born as a cow herder, and can be said to be illiterate. But he is really a person with great perseverance, in the interval of the battle do not forget to learn culture, after the liberation of the country, the old man embarked on a higher leadership position, but also obsessed with calligraphy, with a never-admitting momentum, the old man's calligraphy level is also advancing by leaps and bounds, the later has been like a famous style.

Old man Han's words are unique and majestic, and there is a faint sense of slaughter in the silver hook iron painting, which is related to the iron and blood experience of the old man Rong Ma's life, which ordinary people can't imitate. In his previous life, Fang Yang had specialized in studying the calligraphy of the old man Han, so at first sight, he was quite sure that this was the old man's real handwriting.

Han Xuehua...... Han Xiaohua......

Fang Yang kept muttering in his mouth, now that the truth has been revealed, his mother in this life, the peasant woman who has been growing vegetables in a small county town in the far southeast for more than 20 years, her true identity ...... is actually the descendant of the wealthy Han family in Huaxia, and the biological daughter of the old man Han!

But what caused Han Xuehua to leave the family, she didn't say a word for more than 20 years, and no one from the Han family came to look for her. What really happened back then? Will it make Han Xuehua completely break with the family? It seems that the only way to find the answer is in the diary.

Fang Yang carefully clamped the photo on the title page, and was about to open the diary when he suddenly heard a sound on the wood door outside the courtyard, Fang Yang hurriedly closed the diary, quickly put the notebook back into the wooden box, returned the qiē to its original position, and then locked the box and closed the drawer.

As soon as Fang Yang stood up, Han Xuehua had already put down the hoe and vegetable basket in the courtyard and walked into the hall, Fang Yang pretended to be casual and asked loudly:

"Mom! Why can't I find that blue t-shirt? Did you put it in your cupboard? ”

Seeing this, Han Xuehua, who was covered in sweat, hurriedly said:

"Yangyang, don't flip around, I'll mess with you later! Your t-shirt is in your own room closet, I'll help you find it in a moment! ”

Fang Yang agreed with a smile and slowly walked out of Han Xuehua's room. Han Xuehua didn't have any suspicion, she wiped her sweat with a towel, poured a glass of water and drank a few sips, and said with a smile:

"I thought you could sleep a little longer! Why do you wake up so early? Wait a minute! Mom makes you sweet potato porridge! Fresh sweet potatoes just cut out of the ground, your favorite! ”

Fang Yang looked at Han Xuehua, the beads of sweat on her face had not been wiped clean, and there was still a mud stain on her forehead. Fang Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Life can really change a person so thoroughly! The former princess of a wealthy family is now raising pigs, growing vegetables, cooking rice, and has completely lost the delicate problems of not being diligent and not distinguishing between grains and grains.

Han Xuehua was a little embarrassed by his son, glanced at Fang Yang and said:

"Silly boy, why are you staring at me? Flowers on your face? ”

Fang Yang smiled, put his arm around his mother's shoulders and said:

"Mom! You've done a great job! ”

Han Xuehua showed a pleased smile on his face, touched Fang Yang's head with his backhand, and said:

"Silly boy! Go and rest! Mom makes you breakfast! ”

……

At noon, Fang Yang returned to the Oriental Hotel alone. Han Xuehua didn't work in the field all morning, so he accompanied Fang Yang at home, so Fang Yang never had a chance to look through the diary again, and he couldn't figure out the reason why Han Xuehua ran away from home back then, until Fang Xu called at noon and said that Han Wenhai had booked a box at the Oriental Hotel, and he left home and returned to the hotel.

Fang Yang stood in front of the hotel waiting for Soho. The county seat of Nanpu is very small, and it only takes a few minutes for Soho to come from Su Weimin's house to take a three-wheeled motorcycle, so Fang Yang didn't go over to pick her up, so he made an appointment to meet her at the hotel directly.

Looking at the cars coming and going on the street, Fang Yang's thoughts were a little complicated, and the next luncheon also had a different meaning for Fang Yang. Mother Han Xuehua is the daughter of Old Man Han, so Han Wenhai is his cousin? Why did the Han family let Han Wenhai serve in Southeast Province? Do they know what Han Xuehua has been doing over the years? Or is Han Wenhai's appointment adjustment just a coincidence?

Fang Yang had too many question marks in his heart, and he wanted to be absorbed unconsciously.

Suddenly, a pair of soft and warm hands suddenly covered Fang Yang's eyes. Fang Yang immediately came back to his senses, grabbed Soho's soft wattle, pulled it to his mouth and blew softly. Su Ho, who was hiding behind Fang Yang, couldn't help but chuckle and couldn't help but chuckle for a while, and only after a while could he hold back a smile and ask:

"What are you thinking about?"

Soho's voice was very comfortable to listen to, and Fang Yang couldn't help but quip:

"I was just thinking about a very complicated question: when Soho-san gets up every day to look in the mirror, will he be shocked by his beauty?"

Soho's pretty face flushed slightly, and she whispered:

Fang Yang ...... You're not serious again! ”

Fortunately, after getting along with each other these days, Soho's immunity has been greatly improved, otherwise he would definitely be ashamed.

Fang Yang smiled and asked with concern:

"How did you sleep with Grandma last night? That He Chunzhi didn't embarrass you anymore, right? ”

Soho said with a grateful smile on his face:

"It's good, grandma slept soundly...... Auntie didn't say those weird things anymore. It's just that my uncle kept persuading me not to bring my grandmother to Rongcheng, and he assured me that he would never let my grandmother miss anything in the future. ”

"Ignore him! My grandmother lives in his house, and I don't worry! Fang Yang said nonchalantly, then took Soho's little hand and said, "Let's go!" Fang Xu and Deputy Secretary Han are already waiting for us in the box! After lunch, let's go back and pick up grandma and go back to Rongcheng together, don't worry! I'll arrange it all. ”

Soho's face flushed slightly, and he didn't withdraw his softness, letting Fang Yang take his hand, and the two walked into the lobby of the Oriental Hotel side by side.

Han Wenhaiding's box is on the second floor, the reason why he didn't recruit a son in the county is to not be too ostentatious, after all, he is the grandson of Old Man Han, but Fang Xu is Fang Hongda's son, although the two have a good personal relationship and are well known in the circle, but it is a trouble to be seen by someone with a heart.

Fang Yang and the two followed Miss Welcome to the door of the box, and Miss Welcome raised her hand and knocked on the door. Fang Yang said silently in his heart: "Big cousin, let the little brother come and meet you!"

As soon as the box door was pushed open, before Fang Yang could see Han Wenhai, a white shadow flashed, and Huanhuan rushed out of the box and plunged into Fang Yang's arms.