Among Guo Fuan's collection, several of them seem to have been read repeatedly, not only are the corners curled to the point that they are not smooth at all, but most of these book covers are torn and yellowed, and they don't look like they have been treasured on the bookshelf.

Chen Tongsheng pulled up several books that looked very old and stacked them together, and asked, "Guo Fuan...... What kind of business is it doing? ”

Fan Rui came in and hurriedly replied: "Two years ago, there was a Guo Ji shop in Puyang, which he opened. They mainly sell snacks and preserved fruits, and they all say that their food is made of foreign recipes, and the taste is always different from other ones, and other families can't imitate it, so it is very popular in the town, and the store is very large. ”

I didn't see Fan Rui just now, but when I looked up at this time, he was running out of breath, carrying several oil-paper bags in his hand, and walked to the desk desk to open the paper bags one by one, which was full of preserved fruits and small pastries.

"After Guo Ji fell into the store, Zhu Ji, who competed with it the most on weekdays, bought Guo Ji's surplus goods and secret recipes, which is Zhu Ji's dim sum." Fan Rui said, pointing to a few of the paper bags: "These are the best ones to buy, signboards." ”

Song Chuanbai said to Chen Tongsheng: "Come and have a taste?" ”

He pinched an almond cake and asked, "Does it taste the same as Guo Ji?" ”

Fan Rui replied: "The boss said that it was exactly the same recipe as Guo Ji, but according to the villain's inquiry, everyone ate it, and the taste was still not as good as Guo Ji." Just like these when they were in Guo Ji, it turned out that some people would buy them every day, and the customers kept going. But when Zhu Ji made it, the response was far less than the original. The people who went to eat Guo Ji's secret recipe looked at the reputation of the recipe and didn't buy it as many times as before. ”

The pastries in the paper bags are all delicate and cute, but the taste is still much worse than the special supplies that Chen Tongsheng has eaten in the past. The preserved fruit is not necessarily much better than the pickled fruit in the Hou Mansion.

Chen Tongsheng put it in his mouth one by one and chewed it, and he felt that only the signature was really delicious. Don't get tired of crooked people. In addition, Fan Rui said that the desserts made by Guo Ji's secret recipe were quite ordinary.

She said: "Guo Ji, is this what you do to make a fortune?" ”

Why is Zhu Ji not as good as his family when Guo Ji is still there? If Chen Tongsheng were to judge, she would still choose Zhu Ji.

Song Chuanbai only picked up and ate a few pieces, then shook his head and put it down, hitting the nail on the head: "The secret recipe is not right." ”

"Maybe Guo Fuan didn't sell the complete secret recipe to Zhu Ji at all, with this taste, Guo Fuan can't be invincible in Puyang's snack shop."

Chen Tongsheng took another piece and chewed it: "But, why doesn't he sell it?" ”

Then she remembered another question, where did Guo Fuan go?

Did he just leave the sad place of Puyang and go to open another store elsewhere? In this way, it makes sense not to sell the real secret recipe, after all, this is what he made a fortune to eat.

But Chen Tongsheng subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

She relies on intuition most of the time to face things, and she can't have a compact and meticulous arrangement like Song Chuanbai. She felt that this instinct was wrong, so she couldn't help frowning—what was wrong?

After Chen Tongsheng finished eating the green plum in his hand, he felt that the pickled green plum tasted good, so he stuffed two into his mouth, and then turned to study the book in his hand.

Some of the books on the shelves are even unique collections, some in Chinese, some written by the people of the Northwest Frontier in local languages, and some in exotic languages, and I don't know where they came from. The distorted picture and text and the exotic annotated picture books are like the brainchild of the owner. What's more, there are all scribbles and paintings by the same person on it, and the circle annotations seem to be all annotated by Guo Fuan.

If he had put all the effort into collecting and reading these books, why didn't he take them with him when he moved out?

Is it really heartbroken?

Song Chuanbai looked at the appearance of two fruits stuffed in her mouth, and felt funny, took a few copies from her hand and flipped through them, and said, "Hmm": "Well, Sanskrit, this Guo Fuan knows a lot, and the northern part of Zhongzhou ......"

Chen Tongsheng said: "You can see it, understand? ”

"Understood." Song Chuanbai only looked down at a few pages, and picked up another one: "Good guy, Western ......"

As if there was no hindrance, he opened the foreign books that Chen Tongsheng only roughly looked at the pictures, and the more he looked at it, his face sank more and more, and then he simply took all the things in Chen Tongsheng's hand.

Chen Tongsheng himself didn't recognize these strange words, and at this time, while disgusting Song Chuanbai's mouth, he couldn't help but have a sense of respect for Mr. Teaching. On the one hand, she really wanted Song Chuanbai to tell her about these foreign languages, but on the other hand, she felt as if her mouth was blocked, and only said half-loudly: "In the book...... What was said? ”

Song Chuanbai threw the books on the table: "They are all books that want to be banned!" Then he summoned Fan Rui to him and whispered orders to him.

Chen Tongsheng didn't hear what he wanted, and continued to look at him with those eager eyes.

Her eyelashes were long, and under the rays of the rising sun, the long, dense eyelashes fell under those eyes, fluttering with the blinking motion, tickling the hearts of those who scratched them.

Song Chuanbai was originally instructing Fan Rui, but he didn't stand Chen Tongsheng's gaze as he spoke, and he laughed, and the unhappy look on his face that had finally appeared immediately disappeared.

He said: "It's all a book written by some attentive people, mixed with folklore, true and false rumors." He flicked the book in his hand and said, "For example, this one is very famous and widely circulated. It says that my ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were originally migrated from a northern Xinjiang ruin, and they were originally the same as the northern barbarians, isn't it a joke? There was indeed a dynasty in the history of Yin Void in Northern Xinjiang, but it collapsed a hundred years ago, and the ruins are still in the north. My emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty fought in all directions and repelled the Northern Barbarians, so the ruins also belonged to our dynasty. ”

"I can't tell the difference between my own origins, and I'm in a hurry to be a grandson for others, what is the reason?" Song Chuanbai said: "There are many crooked truths in these books, and people who are not sober will be confused when they read two books." It's okay if you don't understand it. The last sentence was said to Chen Tongsheng.

At first glance, this sound a bit like comfort, but Chen Tongsheng smacked it, and the respect for the idea immediately dissipated, and she said indignantly: "You mean I, with a brain, is not sober?" ”

Song Chuanbai smiled innocently: "No, how could I say that about you?" I mean those who can understand. ”

Chen Tongsheng: "......"

After a general look in the study, Chen Tongsheng put back the collection of books one by one, and walked to Guo Fuan's bedroom.

The ditch at the back of the yard was connected to the outside of the yard, and by this time it had completely dried up, and there were weeds growing here and there along the ditch. Guo Fuan's wife fell to her death here. It didn't look like the ditch was too big or deep to stumble over and fall to your death.

Chen Tongsheng looked at him strangely, and first gently pushed open the door of Guo Fuan's father's room.

The furniture in the old man's room is rustic, with low beds and pairs of shoes under the bed. She pulled the red-lacquered wardrobe door open, and there were not many clothes inside, but they were also well stacked inside.

Guo Fu'an's own residence is the same, there is not much decoration, just more women's dresser, plus a box with a small copper lock.

She tried it, and the lock was intact, and the box was heavy, not wanting to have something taken.

It's too complete.

Not only did Guo Fu'an not take away his books, but his clothes also looked like they were missing, and the boxes were locked intact. Even his wife's things are well placed, a box of rouge next to the copper mirror, open it, and you can smell the faint fragrance of fat powder.

Did Guo Fuan completely leave this home and leave?

He didn't take away the relics of his deceased wife and deceased father, nor did he take away his own things, so sad and left without any nostalgia?

Chen Tongsheng got up and walked out to find Song Chuanbai, and said, "Can you help me open a lock?" ”

This time, it was Fan Rui who came in and got a small wire from unknown place and picked the lock open. Chen Tongsheng came over to look at the contents and was stunned.

It's for kids.

Small clothes, small shoes, tiger hats. Rattle. A small belly pocket embroidered with a pattern of blessing. with a cotton cloth to wrap the child.

The family had been expecting a toddler, but the result was a deformed stillborn baby.

And Guo Fuan attributed all this pain to the Bodhisattva temple in the suburbs.

Chen Tongsheng suddenly said: "This, Guo Fuan...... Isn't it, Gagin teaches people? ”

This is possible, although the time of the Gajin Sect in Puyang City is not long, but it is not far from the time when Guo Fu'an made his fortune.

Is Guo Fuan a Gakin cultist?

Song Chuanbai said: "How can a good Puyang person come into contact with these cults? Of course, it was brought in by those of them who traveled from south to north and were restless. ”

Chen Tongsheng raised his head: "The Jiajin Sect is, it was brought in by Guo Fu'an?" ”

Then he must know about Galashia!

They went to the back kitchen and firewood room to look around, and under the corner of a low house that was usually only used to store miscellaneous items, Chen Tongsheng noticed something strange.

Puyang is accustomed to heavy rains, which they have experienced as soon as they came, and there is something bulging in the soil under the wild grass that has grown wildly in the past two years of desertion. She flicked it with her hand, and realized that it was some hard piece of metal.

Chen Tongsheng pulled out the dagger from his back and began to dig, and soon dug out all the pieces.

She wiped the dirt off it, slowly gaining an eyebrow, and began to try to put it together.

After a long time, the pieces were exposed to the wind and sun, and many places began to rust. But when she fought to the back, her heart suddenly began to beat, and an unprovoked feeling grabbed her chest, as if a daydream had returned.

The fragment turned out to be a sculpture.

She suddenly thought, she thought, this is a sculpture of Galahia.

Galashia held the magic weapon containing the human brain, and showed a strange smile at Chen Tongsheng.