"Maybe because of the misunderstanding and conflict at the first meeting, Bei Bei doesn't like Wanxing, but Wanxing is very sincere, she really wants to make up for her mistakes." Qiao Yan continued to say earnestly, "I hope you can give her this opportunity, I believe that she will be able to impress Bei Bei with her sincerity and become a mentor and friend on her growth path." ”

Zhong Kai didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at Qiao Yan hesitantly.

"Of course, if you insist that I come to tutor Beibei, I have no reason to refuse, I love Wei Chihong, and naturally I love his family." Qiao Yan sighed involuntarily, and a feeling of pity welled up in her heart. Her sigh made Zhong Kai shake, and he raised his eyes, his gaze quietly passing over her face. He frowned, looked thoughtfully ahead, and slowly stuffed the remaining small piece of roast meat in his hand into his mouth, swallowing it with difficulty.

After a while, his chin straightened upward. "You succeeded, making me hate you as much as I hate my brother. Things gather like people, people live in groups, you are really the same kind of people. ”

Qiao Yan smiled slightly. "You're wrong, you don't really hate your brother. You're just a little neurotic and like to get along with yourself. ”

Is it? Zhong Kai's tone was suddenly stiff and indifferent, and he was slightly impatient, "I don't quite understand what you mean." ”

"I'll give you a mental portrait." Qiao Yan stared at him, "You are an extremely meticulous person. Lack of confidence in himself, but afraid that the people around him will see this, so he deliberately pretends to be aggressive and puts on a strong posture. ”

Zhong Kai immediately became irritable. "Are you using me as a suspect to speculate on my behavior, motives, and psychological characteristics?"

"No," Qiao Yan shook her head, "I just want to advise you to face reality." Some objective realities are not subject to human will. If we don't want to admit the truth and try to turn unrealistic ideas into reality, then, over time, we will eventually experience the pain of disillusionment at some point.

You can only go with the flow. For example, if you don't jump into the water first, you'll never learn to swim. So, jump into the water first, no matter what. In the same way, if we adopt an attitude of avoiding suffering, we will never be able to get rid of it. No matter what kind of pain the neurotic person feels, he or she must endure the pain while doing what he or she should do, so that he or she can unconsciously gain the confidence to experience it. ”

Zhong Kai smiled bitterly, his mind a little confused. "I can't tell you. A woman like you must be the only one my brother can handle. He picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his hands clean, and called the waiter to pay the bill.

"Okay, I'll have a treat." Qiao Yan rushed to pay the bill.

"Just let me be really strong." Zhong Kai laughed at himself, "I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to eat alone with you in the future." ”

"Okay," Qiao Yan smiled warmly and encouragingly, "I hope that next time, we can sit and eat together as a family." ”

Zhong Kai looked at her for a while, his eyes solemn and melancholy. Then, he quickly turned his gaze away and said quickly, "Goodbye." ”

Qiao Yan let out a long breath, she knew that she had finally "gotten rid of" Zhong Kai. But will the vision of "sitting and eating together as a family" come true one day?

In the evening, Qiao Yan will have lunch with Zhong Kai and report to Wei Chihong in great detail. After listening quietly, Yu Chihong's eyes flashed with those two clusters of soft light, which made Qiao Yan's heart flutter and full of sour light.

He took her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her gently, and said very lowly, gently, and sincerely, "Thank you." ”

"Thank me for what?" Qiao Yan asked, flashing her eyelashes.

Yu Chihong held her chin with his hand, stared deeply into her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you for loving me so much." ”

How dark, deep, and bright his eyes were! Qiao Yan's heart was pounding, and the feeling of drunkenness spread in her body.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then he buried his head in her long hair and kissed her neck. Then he turned her body over, and she closed her eyes, and he stared at her, his lips falling quietly on her eyelashes, sliding down again, stopping on her lips, and then moving to her chest, the hot breath passing through her like an electric current. She shuddered and put her hands on his head, her body throbbing with heat and throbbing......

She leaned softly in his arms, and the room was still rippling with spring. Occasionally, a late-night car horn or two broke the silence of the night.

Yu Chihong's fingers gently slid down the bridge of Qiao Yan's nose, caressing the contours of her lips and chin. After a long time, he whispered: "Although I think that a big man is very sensy when he says the words 'I love you', I still have to say, Qiao Yan, I love you!" ”

Qiao Yan lay on his broad and warm chest, her hands clasped around his waist, and her eyes burned with brilliance. "It's very sensitive, but I love to hear it. You used to be a piece of Arctic ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, and now you're on fire, and you're about to melt me. ”

"I should have been burned by you." He rolled over and pressed her, and the two were fiercely obsessed again.

In a drowsy mood, Qiao Yan heard Yu Chihong seem to be talking to herself. "It's time for us to visit Hong Bingwei, he must know the story behind that painting."

Her mind cleared up a bit, and she muttered, "Could that painting have anything to do with the Misty Mountains?" ”

"Possibly." Yu Chihong sighed.

Melancholy slipped in through the window unconsciously, and both of them suddenly fell silent, a layer of unbreakable gloom over their heads. After a while, Yu Chihong leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Sleep, we'll go together tomorrow."

Seeing Hong Bingwei, a well-known expert in literature and history, again, he seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and he no longer had a ruddy complexion and hearty conversation, but an old man with pale hair, Xiao Xiao, an old man, and his son committed a crime, which hit him extremely hard.

After Yu Chihong and Qiao Yan sat down, Hong Bingwei came to them upside down, holding on to the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and his legs trembling and unable to bend.

Qiao Yan hurriedly got up and wanted to help him, but Hong Bingwei waved his hand and said no. He persevered, with great effort, until he finally sat down with difficulty, gasping for air. "Recently, I had a gout attack and my leg hurt so badly."

"You have to watch your body." Qiao Yan said with concern.

"It doesn't matter if you're going to be in the ground." Hong Bingwei was frustrated and lonely, "Say, you guys came to me, what's the matter?" ”

Qiao Yan suddenly couldn't open her mouth, and when others were most sad and painful, not only did she not comfort her, but she also came to interrogate things, which seemed a little unkind.

"We came for that painting, a painting by Marie Lebrun." Wei Chihong is much more rational than Qiao Yan, "We asked you last time, Marie Lebrun painted two paintings for Lan Xin, the adopted daughter of the sixth aunt of the Qiao family, the painting in the museum is the back, and the whereabouts of the front painting are unknown, at that time you said that you didn't know the existence of the other painting." But your son, Hong Han, deleted the picture of the painting from his laptop after Shi Nara was killed. He said it was because Shi Nara approached you and wanted to buy the painting, which made you very worried. Can you give a reasonable explanation? ”

Hong Bingwei was stunned for a long time and sighed heavily. "It's a misfortune at home. Now, I don't have much to hide. ”

Hong Bingwei told the truth: Wei Chi Hong's grandfather Wei Chi Jiade donated the two paintings to the museum, and Hong Bingwei's father Hong Ruisheng received them and treasured them as the museum's collection. Hong Ruisheng loved those two paintings very much, and during the Cultural Revolution in the 60s of the last century, he sealed the warehouse door with cement to keep the two oil paintings and many other precious calligraphy and paintings in the museum's collection. After the end of the Cultural Revolution, when the museum was preparing to reopen, Hong Rui was selfish and secretly left the frontal painting behind, falsely claiming that the painting had disappeared during the Cultural Revolution. After the catastrophe of the Cultural Revolution for ten years, various cultural relics and collections were seriously damaged, and there was no way to verify this matter, so it was successfully concealed.

But not long after, Hai Wenqing's son, Hai Wenqing's grandfather, Hai Haoyi's grandfather, found out about this incident and came to the door. He demanded a high price for the painting, and promised to keep it a secret. In that poor era, the high price offered by Hai Shiyi made Hong Ruisheng very excited, and he was afraid of him, so he finally agreed to the deal.

Since then, the painting has been in the collection of Hai Shiyi. Hong Ruisheng never forgot that painting and often mentioned it to Hong Bingwei. In particular, after Marie Lebrun's outstanding talent and status, as well as the value of her oil paintings, were re-recognized by art history, Hong Ruisheng regretted that he missed that famous painting, and he still talked about it before his death. Hong Bingwei, like his father, is a lover of calligraphy and painting, and he also deeply regrets and regrets.

What Hong Bingwei didn't expect at all was that seven years ago, that is, one night after Hai Wenqing's former residence was burned down, Hai Shiyi's youngest son Hai Botian came to the door, when Hai Shiyi and his eldest son had died, Hai Botian inherited the inheritance, took over Haisheng Group, and the painting also came to his hands.

After Hai Wenqing's former residence was burned down, as a cultural and historical expert dedicated to protecting the historical features and buildings of Zhulang Island, Hong Bingwei mentioned to Hai Botian more than once, hoping that he could fund the reconstruction of Hai Wenqing's former residence according to its original appearance. After being rejected by Hai Botian, Hong Bingwei appealed to the government and society, hoping that the relevant parties could fund the reconstruction of the former residence on the site. He also wrote an article detailing the historical and cultural value of Hai Wenqing's former residence, which was published in many newspapers and periodicals, which caused great repercussions for a while, and even many foreign tourists went to the ruins to watch.

Hong Bingwei's actions alarmed Hai Botian, and he offered to exchange the oil painting for Hong Bingwei's call to stop the rebuilding of the former residence and all related actions.

"What is the purpose of Haibotian?" Wei Chihong asked.

"He wants the ruins of Hai Wenqing's former residence to be slowly forgotten by people and not mentioned again." Mr. Hong said he did not know the specific reason, but he agreed to Haibotian's conditions. Hai Botian is rich and powerful, and he can't afford to offend. What's more, he was very excited about the return of that famous painting, which was also a fulfillment of his father's long-cherished wish.

(I sorted out the relationship between the Qiao family, the Wei Chi family and the Hai family, just in the announcement volume at the top of the catalog, you can go and see http:\/\/mm.motie.com\/book\/56017_1409344)