"You answer my question first!" Hearing Qiao Yan's hurried tone, Wei Chihong turned sideways, "I must know the reason for your question before I can give an answer." ”

Qiao Yan frowned. "Forget it, when I didn't ask." She knew it would be difficult for her to get an answer, so she simply gave up.

Yu Chihong's gaze turned to Qiao Yan. "Goodbye." He said, a little stunned for some reason, turned around, and quickly disappeared.

"Sister, what's the matter with you and your leader?" Qiao Ran's mind was already full of questions.

"It was an accident just now, so you just pretend you didn't see it." Qiao Yan was perfunctory.

Qiao Ran stuck out his tongue and continued to ask, "Then what is he doing at our house?" How could he know about Aunt Six? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Qiao Yan smiled helplessly, "Let's talk about you, why did you go to the museum." ”

Qiao Ran's eyes darkened, "I...... I care about that painting a lot. I heard that there are other paintings by Marie Lebrun in the museum, so I went to check them out. ”

"What's the catch?" Qiao Yan subconsciously looked up, the foreign woman in the black and white photo was Mary Lebrun, an outstanding American female painter in the 20th century, and she and her sixth aunt were very good friends.

"There's still a little bit of gain." Qiao Ran's tone was much lighter, "I went to the curator, and he heard that I was Qiao Zhi's great-granddaughter and received me very warmly." He told me that the painting by Marie Lebrun was donated to the museum by the descendants of Üchiyav. During the Cultural Revolution in the 60s of the last century, thanks to the old curator sealing the warehouse door with cement, the oil painting and many other precious calligraphy and paintings in the museum were kept. The old curator has passed away, and the details can be found out from his son. The son of the old curator is Hong Bingwei, a famous expert in literature and history, who also lives on Zhulang Island. ”

Qiao Yan didn't retract her gaze, she still looked up at the photos on the wall, and thought, "Find a time, let's go visit that literary and historical expert together." ”

"Sister, your detachment leader is from the Wei Chi family, he ......" Qiao Ran wanted to speak and stopped.

Qiao Yan shook her head and sighed, it was too difficult to find out what Yu Chihong had learned.

Before going to bed, Qiao Yan opened Hong Bingwei's "Going to Zhulang Island to See the Old Villa" and found the record about the houseboat in the book: the houseboat is one of the few ship-shaped buildings in the world with a strong cultural heritage. In 1920, a generation of famous doctors Chi Yafu invited a famous American architect to design and build, it is an American-style villa with beautiful shape and Chinese charm, and it is also one of the oldest villas on Zhulang Island. Wei Chi's family is a family of famous doctors, and many media at home and abroad have produced special interview programs for him......

Qiao Yan closed her eyes, and Wei Chihong's heroic face appeared in front of her. A family of famous doctors actually has a detective, but it is in line with Wei Chihong's "eccentric" style.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Qiao Yan vaguely came to the Misty Villa again, and the old villa was still the same as before it was burned by fire. She walked into the large iron gate of the openwork and found herself in a fantasy garden, a large wall of roses was particularly dazzling, densely clustered, full of brilliant branches, and colorful flowers were transparent and bright.

Ahead is an elaborate three-storey building with a winding cloister and carved balustrades. A man walked out of the gate, his body covered in sunlight, as if he were dressed in a dreamy golden robe.

Qiao Yan happily rushed over and threw herself into the man's arms.

The man tightened his grip on her and leaned over to kiss her. His kiss was so passionate, so fierce, so intoxicating, and she responded to him with the same passion and obsession.