In the picture frame is a girl dancing ballet, six or seven years old, with her hands raised above her head and tiptoeing, her delicate face full of smiles, and her pleasure can be felt through the glass.

The photo should have been taken with something like a beauty camera, and a filter was added, which was very artistic, and it could be seen that the person taking the photo was very attentive.

Wu Ning didn't find any other frames. Mrs. Liu seems to favor her daughter, and there is only one photo of Liu Yiling in the room, but there is no Liu Yize.

After looking around, he was even more puzzled.

Judging from the bedroom, Mrs. Liu undoubtedly loves her daughter, and judging from the photos, Liu Yiling doesn't seem to hate ballet, is Shi Lan lying? There's no reason for that.

"Have you seen enough?" Mrs. Liu said coldly.

Since her husband's death, almost no one had entered her bedroom again, let alone two strange men, with such an aggressive gaze.

I saw enough, but Wu Ning not only did not find the answer, but added new confusion.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Liu, can you meet your daughter?"

Wu Ning's reasoning soul was ready to move again, although the goal was to find Gu Yan, he felt that Liu Yiling was full of suspicions, which made him want to find out.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liu was furious when she heard this: "No! ”

The attitude is extremely resolute, and there is no room for turn.

"I deserve to find the inkstone." Wu Jiu lazily stabbed him.

Mrs. Liu's face changed color again.

……

The conversation ended like this, and until she left Jinghai Tiancheng, Wu Ning couldn't understand why Mrs. Liu was so reluctant to see her daughter.

But the other party's commission was just to find Gu Yan, and there was no way to let him see him.

Wu Ning could only retreat and go to meet the suspect in Mrs. Liu's mouth first: Feng Zhen.

On the way to Feng Zhen's house, Wu Ning thought of Wu Jiu's previous actions, and had an extra layer of thought and admiration for his boss.

Unexpectedly, the boss is not only poisonous in his eyes, but also poisonous in his mouth.

Recalling Mrs. Liu's face, Wu Ning felt indescribably comfortable in his heart.

It has to be said that in his life so far, Mrs. Liu is one of the few people who disgusts him.

"Boss, you're too handsome, but doesn't it matter if you offend the customer so much, what if she repents and cancels the commission?"

The boss is a good boss, and the employees have to be good employees. The interests of the company are the first, and personal honor and disgrace are secondary.

"Heh, once she accepts the commission, it's not for her to cancel." Wu Jiu stroked Wu Heishan's head and said paradoxically.

"That's right." Wu Ning seems to understand.

"But boss, can you report the taxi money? I haven't gotten my salary this month yet, and the fare has been advanced into more than 100 ......"

Mrs. Liu only gave the two of them Feng Zhen's address, and resolutely refused to go together, I don't know if they were angry or there were other reasons, so the two lost their means of transportation again.

Wu Jiu turned his head suddenly, leaving Wu Ning with a perfect 45° angle side face, looking out of the car window and sighing: "The sky is so blue." ”

Wu Ning: ......

Boss, the windows are not rolled down, and the sunshade film is still pasted, how do you see the blue sky?

……

Twenty minutes later, the two came to Feng Zhen's house.

Feng Zhen's family lives in a small community not far from the school, the scale is small but the green environment is good, and there are sanitation workers driving a weeder to mow the lawn downstairs.

Feng Zhen seemed to be sick, and she was actually wrapped in a blanket in the hot dog days.

"You're here for that inkstone, aren't you?" She was only slightly stunned, and then asked directly, apparently more than once someone came to the door.

Feng Zhen's appearance of twenty-seven or eighteen looks a little haggard because of illness, but she can see that she is a delicate girl. She spoke in a very nasal voice, as if she had a cold that was not light.

"It's not very elegant, you can make do with it." She sat opposite the two of them, shaking the blanket on her body and laughing at herself, neither humble nor arrogant.

In the shared house where Feng Zhen lives, the living room belongs to the public area and no one cleans it, there are piles of cardboard boxes of all sizes, and the sofa is old, but it is quite clean.

There were two cups on the coffee table in the living room, and there were residual coffee stains inside, seeing Wu Ning looking at the cups, she smiled embarrassedly: "I've been sick these days, I'm too lazy to wash, see you laughing, do you drink coffee?" ”

"No thanks."

Wu Ning doesn't care about the environment, but Wu Jiu can't.

The word disgust was clearly written on his handsome face: "You talk, I'll wait outside." ”

Wu Jiu's butt didn't hit the sofa at all, and he turned around and ran away as if he had to grab the door, as if he would be infected with a terrible virus if he stayed for one more minute.

Wu Ning watched speechlessly as the boss fled into the wilderness, where was there still half a capable person's demeanor.

"Your friend ......" The disgusting attitude was too obvious, Feng Zhen was a little uncomfortable, and laughed dryly, "It's quite exquisite." ”

Wu Ning smiled embarrassedly: "He is my boss, and his temper is a little weird, that, I actually want to ask, do you have some relationship with Mrs. Liu?" ”

He didn't ask about the lost ancient inkstone, the other party couldn't admit it whether he stole it or not, and it was in vain to ask if he asked, he wanted to understand his previous judgment.

"Snort." Feng Zhen sneered and said in a thick nasal voice, "Origin? You're pretty particular about it, too. I used to be a tutor in her family, is it considered a 'relationship'? ”

Wu Ning's eyes lit up, and when he came, he knew that things would not be so simple: "Count, of course." ”

"Four years ago, I was still in graduate school, and my supervisor introduced me to a job as a tutor at Liujia......

Feng Zhen studied ballet, with excellent grades, and once represented the school in international ballet competitions and won a good ranking.

At that time, Mrs. Liu was looking for a ballet teacher for her daughter, and she was very satisfied with Feng Zhen's business level, so Feng Zhen worked as a personal tutor for Liu Yiling while studying for graduate school.

"It's said that it's a teacher, but it's actually more like a companion reading, do you understand? It was very popular in the homes of large families in ancient times. Feng Zhen gushed endlessly.

In fact, Liu Yiling has a special teacher, which is not comparable to Feng Zhen's level at all, and they are all leaders in the industry.

Rather than teaching Liu Yiling to dance, Feng Zhen is more like learning with her.

The reason is very simple, Liu Yiling doesn't like ballet, not only doesn't like it, but also resists it.

So Feng Zhen's main job is actually to reduce Liu Yiling's rebellious psychology and make her like ballet.

"Xiaoling's personality is more willful, at first I thought she just wanted to do it with her family, but after a long time of contact, I found that learning ballet was a very painful thing for her.

Does she really like Chinese studies, especially calligraphy, maybe because of genetics? She doesn't just love it, she's got a lot of talent. ”

"Isn't Bowen College promoting Chinese culture? Just let her learn calligraphy. Wu Ning was puzzled.

"Who's to say it isn't." Feng Zhen sniffed, "I don't understand what big families think, there are still so many old antiques in the 21st century." ”

The family motto of the Liu family, "willow body" is the glory of the ancestors. The inheritance of calligraphy is passed on to children but not to women.

"Only the grandson of the long house is qualified to learn calligraphy, do you say it? He also said that once a woman learns it, it will defile her ancestors and will bring shame to the entire family. ”

Wu Ning was dumbfounded, learning calligraphy would actually disgrace the family, did Liu Gongquan know that his descendants had this kind of family motto? The coffin board can't be pressed.