Let's go back to the pen and see if the memorial service of the great painter Miao Qing has been completed. For so many days, the story has been developing on the outside, and it is natural to ignore the extension of the main line.

On the square of Nanhu, there has long been no trace, and the memorial service has long passed for many days, and what Miao Qing painter left behind is the lingering fragrance of acacia flowers that seeped into the air of the square. She has been buried in the cemetery of Xishan Cemetery, Miao'er's parents still return to work in the city government, and Du's mother temporarily stays at Miao'er's house, cleaning and taking care of Miao'er's food and clothing.

On the second day after the funeral, Miao Er got up early to wash her face and wash her teeth.

"Dean Miao, what are you eating?" Du Ma asked. She couldn't figure out what Miao Er ate in the morning, because Miao Er rarely ate at home in the morning.

"Whatever. Oh, you make porridge, I'll go to the hospital today. Miao Er said that when she came out of the bathroom, her body seemed to be loose, and she saw Du Ma standing at the door with some restraint.

"Dean Miao, it's only the second day today, so I can't go to work." Mother Du reminded the young master.

"From now on, call me Miao'er. I don't care about these four or five chapters, I'll come back tomorrow after serving three, because there are many things I haven't figured out. You can cook two dishes, cook porridge, and I'll be back early tomorrow morning." Miao Er said lightly.

"Oh, got it." Du's mother turned around and left, this unfortunate Du's mother, her husband went abroad to do business for ten years and did not return, and she relied on herself as a nanny to become a college student. Rural people, who cook good food, Miao Qing recruited her in the countryside for more than 20 years.

Miao Er sat on the sofa that her grandmother often made, turned on the TV, and looked for a TV program to watch. She wasn't paying attention, she was thinking, Zhang Bo and my brother's death. My brother is not dead, he went there grandma will know, but grandma mistakenly thought he was dead, didn't grandma know where his little bo went? The answer is yes. You know, something went wrong on the time difference. Du Ma is grandma's nanny and cronies, so she doesn't know the specific situation. I also want to ask, Zhang Bo's electric bridge is still in the yard.

Du Ma served the food and gathered the dishes and chopsticks. At the dining table.

"Mama Du. Sit down and eat, and in the future, we will be a family, I will call you godmother and provide for your old age. "What Miao Er said was very natural, not pretentious at all.

"We are master servants, and we can do it if we are in the mood." Du Ma was very happy.

"Sit down and eat, I have something to ask! Miao Er said loyally.

"You're well-informed, what can you ask me about?" Du's mother served porridge and wanted not to sit. But still sat down. You can't chill the heart of the young master.

"Godmother, I have something to ask you." Miao'er picks vegetables for Du Ma.

"Say, if only I could know." Du Ma said.

"How many days has my brother's car been here?" Miao Er asked.

"For more than ten days, he and Miao Lao were talking about the cover and book illustrations." Du Ma recalled.

"Later, my brother just left, saying he was going there?" Miao Er asked. She had already drunk half a bowl of porridge. Drinking porridge can be linked to her previous work progress.

"I didn't say where to go. Miao Lao said that he would go to the provincial capital to meet the editor in charge, who was editor Xiao of the publishing house. I was there. Du Ma said. She eats a little slowly.

"Oh, to the provincial capital?" Miao Er repeated.

"I don't understand. Miao Lao immediately knew that your brother went to the provincial capital, and he was so nervous when he watched the news, oh, by the way, that day she said that Xiaobo was coming back soon, and ran out of the gate countless times. "Mama Du drank a bowl of porridge.

This is not difficult to explain. Xiao Yu. Phone! Miao Er read the words that her grandmother had nagged in her head, and jumped up in front of the dining table, which scared Du's mother.

"It's still fussy to be the dean." Du Ma said: "I'll go find Miao Lao's address book." ”

"Thank you, godmother." Miao Er sat down to eat porridge again.

"Here, see if there's anything on it." Du Ma took down a phone call notebook from upstairs, sat down and continued to eat.

Miao Er took it. Flipping through quickly, on the last page, there is a man named Xiao Yu, in his thirties, and it is written that he is the president of a publishing house in a provincial capital.

"Mama Du, you are really my godmother." Miao Er was very happy, so happy that she got up and left her seat and walked around the room five times.

"Why are you so happy? Du's mother was in her forties and fifty, and she was shocked that Miao Er suddenly lost her shape happily.

"My godmother, I'll tell you something, don't be afraid." Miao Er returned to the table and ate half a bowl of porridge.

"What's the matter, it seems so mysterious." Mama Du was happy to see her, and she was relieved.

"Don't tell anyone, including my parents, my mother, and my aunt. Miao Er put the phone book away, and gave Du Ma chopsticks and powdered chicken shreds.

"Definitely confidential." Du Ma was very resolute, and the black hair on her head looked much whiter.

"I'm pregnant. Miao Er said with a smile.

"You..." Du Ma was really shocked, and the porridge in her mouth almost flowed out.

"What's wrong? It is not normal for a woman not to be pregnant, so she has to go to an infertility hospital. "Miao Er doesn't know what her godmother thinks. Gu Ran was stunned.

"You, you're not married, you're not married, you don't even have a man, how can you get pregnant, wild?" Du Ma didn't understand, so she guessed angrily.

"My mom, what do you think of your daughter as. It's Zhang Bo's, my brother's. Miao Er said, very happy.

"Zhang Bo's! Your brother's! Du Ma's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Are you happy, Mom, don't you and grandma support me?" Miao Er put down her chopsticks, didn't eat, and finished eating. Because Mama Du was unhappy.

"This child, it's so pitiful, before he was born, his father was..., how will you live in the future." Du's mother wiped her tears, she was very sad, and she was not eating, a little distracted.

"Zhang Bo is not dead, my brother is not dead." Only then did Miao Er understand why Du Ma was crying.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Du Ma was very surprised, no less surprised than when she heard that the earthquake was coming.

"It's not just that you don't believe it, I don't believe it either, but later, I deduced that my brother won't die." Miao Er said she was confident.

"What's going on?" Du Ma relieved her mood a little.

"To confirm my inference, I went to the morgue and found my brother, who was lying on the bed of the corpse. My brother has a strange pattern in the palm of his hand, a natural strange pattern, and the dead one does not, and the palm of his hand is full of chaotic lines. Even if my brother dies, the smell on his body is definitely different from ordinary people. Miao Er told the secret.

"No wonder, on the night after the memorial service, the people of Wofoshan Village wanted to go to the hospital to pull Zhang Bo to be cremated, but you tried your best to stop them, and you didn't let them inform his son in Beijin and his daughter in the provincial capital, it turned out that there was a hidden secret. "Du Ma understood.

"Yes, that Wu Qing seems to understand, as if he is suspicious of the strangeness of this matter." Miao Er said.

"The case has been decided by the Public Security Bureau, the news has been broadcast, and the court has started a trial, what should I do?" Du's mother became worried again.

"It's okay, this case has become an ironclad case, the criminal suspect killed more than one person, this time he killed the wrong person, but the responsibility is the same." Miao Er said. She began to get a little nervous, laughing, and hung on her brow.

"I'm going to find your brother. Where is your brother? "Du Ma traced the roots.

"In the phone logbook, my own brother, in the provincial capital, I decided to go to him and find him." Miao Er was so happy that her eyebrows fluttered, and her braids were facing the sky.

"The phone doesn't work, how can I find it?" Du Ma asked.

"As long as you find President Xiao, the other questions are very simple. It's good that my brother is nominally dead, because there are too many things involved in that novel, such as underworld, white, red, official, etc., it's too troublesome, and after Liu Sanban is shot, we will go to the public security bureau to explain the matter. "Miao Er has his own plans.

"Why didn't anyone cry out for that fake Zhang Bo, it's difficult to understand that he has no family, and his family doesn't suspect that it is his relatives." Du Ma didn't understand, so she was worried.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but this deceased family is willing to have a reason why no one is looking for him. If you want to figure it out, you can only go to Wenhe Lido and find the girl named Yimeng, Yimeng may know the background of this person, and he may be a member of Wenhe Lido. Miao Er reasoned.

"In this case, do you want to find your brother first, or go to Wenhe Lido first?" Du Ma didn't know who to find first.

"My family lives by the stream in Yuncheng, the smoke screen hangs on the side of the stream, and I find the wind and frost outside the plug, I don't know where my home is, at that time I weaved Jun farming, and there were two or three neighboring households..." Miao Er didn't answer Du Ma's question, but sang in a circle in the living room, and when she looked back at Du Ma's eyes, tears flowed.

To be continued. (To be continued......)