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The Jiang family's house was silent.

At the dinner table, Zhang Ke saw Jiang Lan in a daze, and reprimanded Yuan Xinghan in a weird manner: "Lan Lan, I didn't say it, the one surnamed Yuan is really not a good thing, and he actually invited a Taoist priest to treat Uncle Jiang!" And make my aunt angry like this. Hum! ”

The old lady put down the dishes and chopsticks, and hung her face, she has lived so big, she has never been accused like that by a junior, it is too arrogant!

"Lan Lan, if you hadn't begged your father to help Yuan Xinghan, would he have achieved what he has now? He's the kind of person who thinks about art all day long, huh! I've lived for more than 30 years, and I only made some money a while ago. Still want to marry you? I think only he can think of such a stupid thing as inviting a Taoist priest to the door. ”

Now that she has torn her face, the old lady no longer hides the meanness in her heart, Jiang Lan has not married yet, and it is absolutely impossible to say that she has nothing to do with Yuan Xinghan!

Jiang Lan lowered her head and didn't say a word.

This afternoon, she was really angry, and her anger stemmed from heartache. She believed that Yuan Xinghan was well-intentioned, but his approach was too naïve.

Jiang Lan didn't know what Yuan Xinghan was thinking in his head, and he would invite a Taoist priest to treat his father's illness.

However, after Jiang Lan calmed down, for some reason, Qin Kun's eyes popped out of her mind.

The confidence in those eyes, even the haughty demeanor, seemed as if he was right.

As if his word were the truth!

Where does he get his confidence?

Jiang Lan was suspicious, only feeling a little ridiculous. I should quickly forget about this unpleasant thing.

"Mom, I'm full, I'll bring food to Dad, right?"

"Okay." Jiang Lan, who was born in her 30s when the old lady was in her 30s, has always been holding the pearl in her hand, and she served a good meal for the old man, so she gave her the food basket.

"There is snow on the ground, the backyard road is slippery, be careful not to fall, your dad is asleep in the study, remember to remind him to take medicine."

Jiang Lan carried the food basket, walked through the backyard, and came to her father's room.

As a woman, Jiang Lan is more sensitive, Jiang Lan actually doesn't like the layout of the backyard very much, she always feels that it is cloudy, this area is far away from the city, and the people who live there are elderly people, and it is quiet at night.

Jiang Lan has always felt that it was quite good to live in the community before, but here, it is a bit desolate.

Pushing open the door, in the dark, Jiang Lan saw that there seemed to be a shadow on the chair.

"Dad?"

Jiang Lan screamed, and the shadow suddenly turned to her side, and Jiang Lan found that it was a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Ahh

The food basket fell to the ground. In the house, an old man turned on the light and looked out the door: "Lan Lan? ”

Jiang Lan was dripping in a cold sweat, a little frightened.

What happened just now? What did she see?

The old man sat up tiredly, rubbed his waist, Jiang Lan came back to his senses and helped the old man up.

"Lan Lan, what's wrong?" Jiang Boxiu touched his beloved daughter's face.

Jiang Lan said: "No, nothing, I stumbled." ”

"Hehe, I've been getting more and more sleepy these days. What about Xinghan? Jiang Boxiu saw the food being served, got dressed, and asked.

"He, he's gone." Jiang Lan didn't mention the afternoon.

Jiang Boxiu nodded: "You are also a big boss, it's time to think about your own affairs." Xinghan made a big splash at the avant-garde art exhibition this time, and those few paintings educated a few old apprentices of the coastal faction and the Yangzhou faction fiercely, giving us a long face in Linjiang. ”

Jiang Boxiu was a little proud when he mentioned Yuan Xinghan, after all, he was half his master.

Jiang Boxiu talked endlessly about avant-garde paintings, the spirit of criticism, and Yuan Xinghan's works, and obviously loved Yuan Xinghan very much.

Jiang Lan listened for a while, and suddenly asked, "Dad, how is your health these days?" Do you feel any discomfort? ”

Jiang Lan looked at Jiang Boxiu cautiously. Obviously, there was a little expectation in his eyes, and he wanted to ask for something.

Jiang Boxiu finished eating, hammered his legs and said: "I always have nightmares, sweating, I am tired and sleepy during the day, my limbs are sore, and my appetite is not good. It seems that my vision has also decreased in the past few days......"

After Jiang Lan listened, her heart was shocked: What did you say to that Qin Kun...... Same!!!

Isn't Dad sick, but ...... Obsessed?

Jiang Lan felt that her voice trembled a little: "Dad, then, will you dream of it...... Well, dreaming of a woman? ”

When Jiang Boxiu heard this, he frowned: "Who told you?" ”

Jiang Lan said: "No, no one ......"

Jiang Boxiu smiled and touched Jiang Lan's head: "Did your mother tell you?" This old woman said why didn't you bring me food today, it seems that I am talking in my dreams again. Yes, these days I have always dreamed of a woman, see her sitting in front of the dresser and combing her hair, she is very beautiful, well, as beautiful as your mother was when she was young, wearing a red wedding dress......"

Jiang Lan's heart had already jumped out of her throat, and next to the study was the antique room, the westernmost room in the backyard. Jiang Lan remembered that the dresser that Jiang Boxiu had received a while ago was placed there.

And the room where Qin Kun hid the ghost was also there!!

"Dad, why don't you come with me to the front yard?"

Jiang Lan swallowed her saliva and said.

"If I don't go, I'll be in the study, and it's warm here. By the way, Lanlan, go next door and take a look at my treasures, these days the tide is high, don't let it go bad! ”

Jiang Lan walked out of the study blank in her mind, a gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves in the backyard rattled.

Jiang Lan stood at the door and heard a soft hum coming from this room, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, it seemed to be a tone, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Jiang Lan's palms were full of sweat.

This house is the antique furniture that Jiang Boxiu has collected over the years, and he has spent a lot of effort for this, and the whole room is arranged in an ancient style, and there is no electricity.

"Lan Lan!"

Suddenly, Jiang Lan was patted on the shoulder, and she screamed 'ah' in fright.

Behind him was Zhang Ke, and Zhang Ke was also taken aback by Jiang Lan.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Lan was extremely annoyed, and Zhang Ke smiled gentlemen: "I'm sorry, you forgot to take the medicine." I'll send it to Uncle Jiang. ”

Zhang Ke walked into the study, and Jiang Lan heard him and Jiang Boxiu chatting, so she mustered up the courage to push the door open.

The dark room has a faint aroma, which is the smell of well-preserved wood.

There was no light in the house.

Jiang Lan's heart was beating fast, and she remembered that there was an oil lamp on the wooden table in the room.

But the table was some distance from the door, and Jiang Lan walked towards the table.

In the dark environment, Jiang Lan felt that the road was too long, and she could hear her heartbeat at every step. Fortunately, she finally touched the table.

Lighting the oil lamp, Jiang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a room that is no different from ancient times, and being in it is like traveling through time.

Wooden bed, screen, copper basin, dresser.

On the table with yellow pear texture, a faint oil lamp lit up, lighting up the field of vision, and the firelight was reflected on the bronze mirror of the dresser, adding a bit of light.

For some reason, Jiang Lan saw the newly moved dresser and felt a little out of place with the layout of the room.

In the past, the room was arranged according to the ancient study, and as soon as the dresser came in, it became the feeling of a boudoir.

And on that bronze mirror, a few dark spots always feel strange.

Jiang Lan didn't look at the dresser much, the oil lamp was lit, she always felt that something was peeking at her, the cold wind blew in through the crack in the window, her neck was cold, Jiang Lan wrapped her clothes, and glanced around, the furniture in the house showed no signs of moisture, Jiang Lan blew out the oil lamp and prepared to leave.

But......

When Jiang Lan walked past the dresser, she suddenly ran into a stool.

What's going on? When the oil lamp was lit just now, the stool was clearly under the dresser......

Jiang Lan reached out and touched it, and suddenly shrank back.

She was sure that right now, on the stool, there was a man!

In the dark, Jiang Lan's mind was blank, tears were rolling in her eyes, extreme fear dominated all sensitive nerves, and Jiang Lan's spirit could no longer withstand this kind of stimulation.

Suddenly, the body turned around and grabbed Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan lowered her head, and in the dark, she only saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

His eyes were covered by hair, and he looked up at Jiang Lan, and the blood vessels in his eyes were clearly visible in the hair.

It wasn't a pair of blood-red eyes, but the whites of the eyes that were finely intertwined with bloodshots!

The pupils and turned to the top, and from a distance, these eyes looked like they were bleeding!

"Don't go, okay? Stay with me. ”

An ethereal voice echoed in the room, and the man stood up, facing Jiang Lan.

"Ahh!!h A shrill cry pierced the silence of the backyard.

Jiang Lan's frightened voice made Jiang Boxiu and his wife and Zhang Ke all creepy.

"Lan Lan! What's wrong? ”

Zhang Ke took the lead and rushed into the next room, but saw Jiang Lan sitting in front of the dresser, combing her hair.

Jiang Lan was dressed in red, with long hair and a shawl, and red lips were fresh, Zhang Ke didn't notice anything wrong, he forgot, before rushing in just now, there was no light here.

"Zhang Ke, am I beautiful?" Jiang Lan smiled, Bai Meisheng.

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