At that time, the Murong family and the Ouyang family were friends. South Murong and North Ouyang are prominent families, the two families have a close relationship, they are perennial partners, Murong Qing and Ouyang Pei often get together to drink, play golf or something. Murong Yan and Ouyang Pei's only son, Ouyang Chengmo, are also a pair of friends because they have similar interests. All this beauty is about to be ruined, and it is all because of the appearance of a girl, and that girl is Wei Muxi.

Murong Qing collected a lot of ancient calligraphy and paintings, but because of the age, some of them were damaged and needed to be repaired. Because Murong Yan happened to be going to work in Jiangnan, Murong Qing handed over this task to him.

The work has ended, tomorrow will go back to the city, he took people to go forward according to the address, the car can not drive in, only get off the car and walk, today the weather is very unlucky, it is drizzling, there is more rain in the south, because he came in a hurry, he did not bring an umbrella. The assistant went to the store to buy an umbrella, he stood under the eaves and smoked a cigarette, the river cruise boat in front of the door rowed in front of his eyes, a boatman paddled in the bow of the boat, the girl standing in the stern attracted his attention, wearing a cheongsam embroidered with peonies, a delicate figure, she held an oil-paper umbrella, stretched out her hand in the air, she raised her head, he finally saw her face clearly, her delicate face was bright and moving, like a lotus flower in the lotus pond, out of the mud and not stained,

Murong Yan was attracted to her, and couldn't help but get into the rain to follow the beauty, and after following for a distance, the boat entered the bridge hole, and then turned a corner, so he lost.

With a feeling of loss, Murong Yan arrived at the old painter's house, the vermilion gate, with couplets pasted on both sides, the words on it were written like dragons and phoenixes, very beautiful, with two red lanterns hanging on it, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, as if there was an illusion of traveling back to ancient times.

The assistant went to knock on the door, Murong Yan was smoking a cigarette under the eaves, and the image of the girl just now lingered in his mind.

The door opened, and a woman came out and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"May I ask if this is Mr. Wei Shuquan's home?"

Murong Yan turned his head and saw that the woman was wearing a cheongsam, although she was middle-aged, her facial features were excellent, and she should have been a beautiful woman who was captivating when she was young, and the temperament she exuded made Murong Yan think of the woman just now.

The woman nodded, "Yes, may I ask you something?" ”

The assistant spoke, "My husband has some ancient paintings that need to be restored, and I hope Mr. Wei can take a trip." ”

The woman apologized and said, "I'm sorry! My husband is not in good health and can't help you, sorry! ”

Then, as the woman was about to close the door, a crisp and pleasant voice came from behind her.

"Mom, it's time to eat."

"Got it." The woman turned her head in response.

The woman nodded slightly at Murong Yan and the others in apology, and then closed the door.

Somehow, a strange thought popped up in Murong Yan's heart, although he only heard the voice, he believed that the voice was the woman from the boat. As ridiculous as it was, he couldn't help but want to prove it.

"Assistant Wang, go and help me check all his information, including his family members." Murong Yan, who was in the car, instructed the assistant on the side.

"Yes, young master."

At night, Murong Yan, who had just come out of the shower in the hotel, heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, it was Assistant Wang.

"Young Master, this is the information you need."