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The painting shows a young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a lake-blue summer dress, leaning on a desk, holding her cheek in one hand and a book in the other, looking down at the scroll in her hand, with a faint sadness on her expression.

The woman's appearance is extremely beautiful, as bright and moving as the moon, if Cen Xiyan sees this painting, he will be surprised, the woman in the painting is six or seven points similar to her! More than her mother in modern times!

Cen Biao looked at the woman in the painting with great concentration, and gradually, his eyes became a little stupid......

He put the scroll on the table, stretched out a hand, touched the picture with a slight tremble, and gently touched the woman's cheek, but as if it was burned, he only touched it once, and then immediately retracted his hand.

He stared at the woman in the painting for a moment, and then suddenly muttered to himself, as if he was asking the woman in the painting, and as if he was asking himself, "Am I wrong...... Am I really wrong......"

The woman in the painting would not answer him, his mind was in confusion, and he could not get an answer.

Later, Cen Biao felt that he was drunk......

He was drunk in less than a stall of wine......

He seemed to see the woman in the picture smiling at him, and he was about to reach out to touch her face, but he saw that the woman's face suddenly changed again, glared at him angrily, looked at him with resentment and anger, and silently recounted her grievances and disgust......

Cen Biao's heart ached, and he felt weak again, and he didn't dare to look at the woman in the painting anymore, so he stretched out his hand and quickly rolled up the scroll, which was a sigh of relief.

He carefully placed the scroll in the sandalwood box, carefully closed the lid, and then held the box in his arms and stroked it gently......

This night, Cen Biao did not leave his study, and sat in the study all night holding the sandalwood box containing the painting.

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This night, Cen Biao was not the only one who didn't sleep all night.

Cen Lan returned to Cuibai Courtyard, looked at the residence that had hardly changed from ten years ago, and saw a few old people who had been serving him, and his heart was full of emotion.

Several subordinates who had been sitting in the Cuibai Courtyard couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw that the master had finally returned.

Cen Lan was also very sour in his heart, but after all, his subordinates were subordinates, with different identities and different ideological heights, so he could only simply say a few words to them, but he couldn't talk too deeply.

Despite this, those subordinates were already very satisfied, and they didn't dare to disturb Cen Lan's rest, and after waiting for him to bathe and wash, they all pushed down.

Cen Lan couldn't sleep no matter what, so she took a serious turn in the room, gently stroking the things she had used many years ago, and the emotions in her heart were surging, but it was complicated and indescribable.

Finally, he sat down at the table, opened the package he had brought back, and took out a tightly wrapped package from inside, and when he opened it layer by layer, he revealed a white porcelain vase.

The porcelain of the vase is not a top-notch porcelain, and the style is very simple, just an ordinary porcelain vase, but the pattern painted on the vase makes the originally simple vase not simple in an instant!

The picture depicts a woman, a young and beautiful girl, only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed as a grassland woman, wearing a fiery red riding suit, riding a jujube red horse under her, the girl's face with Xiao Rongguang, bright and brilliant! Eyebrows flying!

If Cen Biao saw this vase, he would definitely be shocked! The girl in the name of the flower looks exactly like the woman on the scroll in his collection! But the temperament is completely different!

Cen Biao said that the woman on the painting in the collection has a gentle temperament, with a bookish atmosphere, and a little sad temperament, looking like a gentle and upright, and a little sentimental.

And the woman painted on Cen Lan's vase looks sunny and bright!

The woman on the scroll and the vase, although she has the same face, can look at her temperament, but she is completely like two people!

This vase was inadvertently obtained by Cen Lan in the past few years since he left home, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Because of this vase, Cen Lan was more sure of some of the things he had been guessing in his heart, as well as some clues he had investigated......

Cen Lan took the vase and stroked it gently, and after a long time, he stood up, carefully stored the vase in the box he usually held precious objects, and locked it.

After that, he took out a few more books from his package, which were some of the travelogues he had recorded when he had been away in the past few years, as well as some events that he thought were important and useful, and read them seriously.

It wasn't until the sky was dark that Cen Lan locked the books into the box, went to bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Early in the morning, after Cen Lan finished washing, she went to Furong Garden, and had breakfast with Mrs. Cen, and then chatted with Mrs. Cen until noon, and then left Furong Garden after having lunch with Mrs. Cen.

In the afternoon, Cen Lan suddenly came to Jinglan Pavilion to see Cen Xiyan.

Cen Xiyan felt very surprised, but it seemed to be expected.

Unexpectedly, Cen Lan would come to Jinglan Pavilion to see her in person, after all, he was her third uncle and her elder, if he wanted to see her, he just had to send someone to pass the word, there was no need to come over in person.

Unexpectedly, when Cen Lan saw her yesterday, she behaved very abnormally, and she guessed that this third uncle may have some relationship with her mother, so this is why it is like this.

In fact, Cen Xiyan really didn't want her biological mother of this body to have that kind of bloody relationship with Cen Lan, not to mention in this feudal time and space, even in modern society, this kind of thing is also against ethics and morality, and is not tolerated by the world.

When Cen Lan arrived at Jinglan Pavilion, when he saw Cen Xiyan beside him, Cen Xiqin who was looking at him curiously, first opened his mouth to Cen Xiqin: "Are you ...... Xiqin? ”

Cen Xiqin was hit in an instant!

Yesterday, she had already officially met the third uncle, okay! The third uncle is not quite sure who she is today!!

"I'm Xiqin, Xiqin has seen the third uncle......" Cen Xiqin greeted Cen Lan with a courtesy, his voice was weak, revealing some grievances.

Cen Xiyan also saluted Cen Lan, "Xiyan has seen the third uncle, the third uncle, please take a seat." ”

Cen Lan nodded and sat down, while Jingshuang and Yingxue hurriedly boiled tea, served fruit snacks and other things.

"You don't have to wait, go down, I'll talk to your young lady for a while." Cen Lan said to Jingshuang and Yingxue.

Jingshuang and Yingxue couldn't help but look at Cen Xiyan, Cen Xiyan nodded slightly, and the two girls retreated obediently.

Cen Lan then turned to Cen Xiqin and said, "Xiao Qi, I'll talk to your sixth sister for a while, and you can go back to the courtyard first." ”