After reaching an agreement with Hai Botian, Hong Bingwei stopped calling for it and never said anything about Hai Wenqing's former residence. Even his book "Going to Zhulang Island to See the Old Villa" did not write a stroke for Hai Wenqing's former residence.

"Do you know anything about the legends of the Misty Heights?" Qiao Yan asked.

Hong Bingwei shook his head. "All I know is that there was an explosion and fire in the house, it was late at night, and the loud explosion woke up the residents of the island, but no one knew what happened. I live close to the place and have been to the site to see it. The flames were blazing, and there was chaos all around, firefighters, police, paramedics came, and several wounded people were carried out of it. It is not clear who died and the media did not report it at all. Later, I heard rumors that it seemed that several policemen had died, and one of them was the leader. But what exactly is going on, no one can say. ”

"The police died? When to lead? Qiao Yan looked at Yu Chihong in surprise.

"Don't look at me, I don't know." Wei Chihong really didn't know anything about this, and Li Haoxun gave him very little information. This was a secret mission, and it was impossible for him to investigate it in a big way, especially when it came to the internal affairs of the Public Security Bureau, and Li Haoxun did not mention a word.

"Do you know anything else?" Qiao Yan asked Hong Bingwei again.

Hong Bingwei couldn't answer anything. Wei Chihong interrupted and said, "Let's continue to talk about that painting." ”

Hong Bingwei then went on to say: He has collected that painting for many years, regarded it as a treasure, and never thought of changing hands. But at the beginning of last year, Hong Han took a fancy to a mansion by the sea, and he spent a lot of money himself, and the money he saved was not enough, so he asked his father to help fund the purchase of a house. Hong Bingwei's savings were not much, and in order to satisfy his son's wishes, he had to decide to sell the oil painting, so he asked his eldest son, Hong Hao, who had settled in the United States, to come back and bring the painting to the United States to find a gallery to sell. Mr. Hong did not tell his two sons the ins and outs of the painting, neither of whom knew it.

After Hong Hao returned to the United States, he put the painting in the living room, and it happened that Shi Nara was touring in the United States during that time, and when he was a guest at Hong Hao's house, he saw the painting. He was amazed that the woman in the painting looked like Luo Yi, and wanted to buy the painting, but was deterred by the high price set by Hong Bingwei. Despite this, he was obsessed with that painting and was inspired to create the song "Lover Under the Rose" for Luo Yi.

After that, Shi Nara was busy with performances and other things, and he didn't have time to think about the painting for the time being. By the time he was finally able to rest for a few days and remembered to talk to Hong Bingwei about the price, Hong Hao had already sold the painting to a large gallery in New York for more than 20 million yuan. In fact, a painting by Marie Lebrun sold for $21.4 million at Sotheby's last May. Hong Bingwei and Hong Hao don't understand the market, this price has made them satisfied, but they didn't expect to lose a lot.

The circulation of this world-famous painting has finally been restored in detail through the mouth of Hong Bingwei. Because of his father's reputation and the agreement with Hai Botian, Hong Bingwei has always strictly guarded the secret of his paintings and did not dare to mention it to anyone.

As for Lan Xin's matter, Hong Bingwei had heard a little from his father and other old people on the island, and it was said that Lan Xin had love entanglements with the three young masters of the Qiao family, the Wei Chi family, and the Hai family. The so-called good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and the island of chasing waves is such a little place, no matter how much the Qiao family hides it, paper can't contain the fire, the adopted daughter of the Qiao family, Lan Xin, and her affair have become the talk of the islanders after dinner. As for Lan Xin's unmarried pregnancy, he had never heard of it, only knew that Lan Xin was too romantic and did not abide by women's morals, which angered his adoptive father Qiao Zhi, and his whereabouts were unknown after being driven out of Qiao's mansion.

"Look at this photo, are the two women in the photo the sixth aunt and Lan Xin?" Wei Chihong had already printed out the old black and white photos retaken from Luo Yi, and he thought that Hong Bingwei had come into contact with a lot of old photos and materials, and he might be able to confirm it.

Hong Bingwei was sure at a glance that the woman in the photo was the sixth aunt of the Qiao family, Tailan Valley, the sixth aunt was also a legend back then, she liked to socialize and participate in activities, and she was seen in many old photos.

As for the girl next to the sixth aunt, because Lan Xin's figure did not appear in the old photos in his collection, he could not identify it, but he provided the contact information of a friend who loved collecting, that friend was called Yang Ruide, who was very interested in the history of the old villa on Zhulang Island, collected a lot of relevant information, and also went to foreign auctions to bid for relevant old photos online. I heard that he had recently gotten some good things, but he didn't have time to look at them yet, maybe there would be something to gain from him.

Before leaving, Wei Chihong asked for the name of the New York gallery where he bought Marie Lebrun's paintings, but Hong Bingwei did not understand English and could not say the exact name, so he gave him Hong Hao's email address and asked him to send an email directly to Hong Hao to ask.

After saying goodbye to Hong Bingwei and walking down a few steps, Qiao Yan turned around and saw Hong Bingwei standing standing against the door, his back slightly stiff, looking so lonely and desolate, and her heart couldn't help but feel a sour feeling.

When I arrived in the alley outside, the cold wind was coming, and the cold wind was mixed with thin rain. It was raining lightly, and the road was already wet. The two didn't bring umbrellas, so Yu Chihong reached out and took Qiao Yan into his arms, helped her button her coat tightly, and put her coat and hat on. "It's close to the houseboat, we went to get umbrellas, had dinner at home and went to the hospital. Just now, Lu Bin sent me a text message, saying that Mo Yuqing had woken up, and they were going to the hospital for condolences at night. ”

"I finally woke up, and God finally has eyes." Qiao Yan excitedly took Yu Chihong's hand, her eyes were full of laughter, joy, and tenderness.

The two walked to the houseboat in the twilight drizzle, and when they came to the door, they met Bei Bei from kindergarten on the left bank, and she didn't bring an umbrella on the left bank, she wrapped Bei Bei tightly with a scarf and hat, and she was drenched in the rain.

The left bank opened the door for everyone to enter, she brought a dry towel, Qiao Yan took it, and wiped Wei Chihong's wet hair. Yu Chihong sat still, but his eyes looked at Qiao Yan fixedly.

Qiao Yan suddenly remembered that rainy night, Wei Chihong took his police uniform to wipe her hair, and some beautiful pictures played back in her mind.

"What are you thinking?" The thin raindrops shimmered on Yu Chihong's eyelashes.

The light immediately burned Qiao Yan's face, she threw the towel on Yu Chihong's body, said "You wipe it yourself" and ran away.

Yu Chihong held the towel lightly, and there was a smile on his eyebrows and eyes.

"Mr. Wei Chi." Left Bank walked over with a stack of newspaper letters, "This is today's newspaper and the letter from the mail. ”

Wei Chihong stretched out his hand to take it, and there was a mailbox on the wall next to the big iron gate of the houseboat, and newspapers and various letters would be stuffed into it every day.

He put the newspaper aside and looked through the letters first, there were Zhong Kai's and some of his, nothing more than some credit card statements and the like, but after seeing the words on the last envelope, he changed color. On the top is the words "Wei Chihong personally opened" cut and spelled with newspaper words, and the signature below is George, and the envelope is not postmarked, not mailed through the post office, but someone put it in the mailbox.

"Did you see anyone delivering a letter today?" He forced himself to calm down.

Left Bank shook her head and said that she had sent Bei Bei to kindergarten early in the morning, and when she came back at noon, she was in a hurry, and she didn't see anyone to deliver the letter.

Wei Chihong took the letter, quickly returned to his room, and locked the door. He opened the letter, and there was only a short line of words cut out of newspaper on the letterhead, but the words were shocking:

You murderer, I want revenge!

Qiao Yan went to watch Bei Bei just now, Bei Bei was watching TV in the restaurant, she must watch TV first after school. In order to let her develop the habit of sitting at the table to eat and no longer need people to chase around to feed her, Zhong Kai specially installed a TV in the restaurant, as well as an interactive set-top box, which can be used by Bei Bei to watch any cartoons she likes to watch.

Bei Bei was watching "My Little Pony", she was fascinated by it, and she didn't have time to pay attention to Qiao Yan. Qiao Yan stood for a while and went out, but when she returned to the living room, she didn't see Yu Chihong. She went into the kitchen, and only the Left Bank was busy inside. She asked Wei Chihong where he was, and the left bank said that Mr. Yu Chi seemed to have gone upstairs

Qiao Yan was about to go upstairs to find Yu Chihong, and he had already walked into the living room. He was thoughtful, and there was a gloomy look on his face.

Qiao Yan greeted him. "Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Wei Chihong was silent, walked to the window, and looked at the sky and sea outside. The sea is covered with clouds and a dark twilight, and the waves crash against the reef and the waves are raging. Several seagulls fly low and hover, chirping. He thought of the seaside many years ago, the sunset at dusk and the colorful glow in the sky, and the girl under the sunset, and suddenly felt a tingling and sourness in his heart.

"It's a pity that you can't see the sunset on a rainy day." Qiao Yan grabbed Yu Chihong's hand, "By the way, last time you took a picture of me at the beach, saying that you wanted to paint, is the work finished?" ”

"Nope. Next time we go to the beach, I'll paint on the spot. Yu Chihong's hand gently pressed against her hair, and then stroked it from her cheek.

Qiao Yan looked at his deep eyes as if she was hypnotized.

They stood like this, and after a long time, he leaned down and kissed her, heavy and fiery. She closed her eyes in response to him, her hands around his waist to touch his broad, strong back, and heard his heart pounding against his chest, heavy, and heavy.

Suddenly, Yu Chihong gently pushed Qiao Yan away, Qiao Yan opened her eyes in surprise, he was looking behind her. She turned around, and Zhong Kai and Wan Xing stood at the door of the living room, looking at them silently. Zhong Kai's face was expressionless, but his eyes were cold and gloomy. Wan Xing's face was expressionless, but he winked at Qiao Yan.

"Mr. Zhong, Wan Xing," Qiao Yan greeted, nodding politely, blushing at the scene they bumped into, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong.