Qiao Yan looked at her sister strangely, not understanding why her behavior was so abnormal.

"I'm going to the museum today." Qiao Ran said the reason, "I saw an old photo, and the person in the photo looks too similar to this Mr. Wei Chi. By the way, that person's surname is also Wei Chi, and his name is Wei Chi Yafu. ”

"What you see is a picture of my great-grandfather." Yu Chihong glanced at Qiao Ran indifferently, turned his head and continued to look at the furnishings in the room, the carved Bogu frame, the bronze openwork fireplace, the columns carefully carved by famous craftsmen, and the European-style luxury sofa, a low-key luxury.

On the snow-white wall behind the fireplace, an old black-and-white photograph hangs in front of the fireplace, in which Wei Chihong walks up to the fireplace, looking up at a graceful Chinese woman with her hair in a bun, and a foreign woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

"The Chinese woman in the photo is the sixth aunt, the protagonist of the story you just mentioned. This is a photo taken at the old ferry port of Zhulang Island in the 30s of the 20th century, when the sixth aunt said goodbye to her foreigner friend. Qiao Yan saw that Wei Chihong was attentive and took the initiative to make an introduction.

"Your grandfather, is Qiao Zhi's son?" Wei Chihong asked.

"The eldest son." Qiao Yan replied briefly.

Wei Chihong glanced at the photos on the wall again, and nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you for your hospitality, it's time for me to go." ”

"I haven't drunk the coffee yet." Qiao Yan was purely polite, not intentionally retaining. What she didn't expect was that Yu Chihong walked straight to the sofa and sat down, calm and relaxed, "Then let's finish coffee and leave." ”

Before Qiao Yan could speak, Qiao Ran had already preemptively said, "I'll make coffee, you can talk." ”

Qiao Yan was silent for a few seconds, walked over, and sat down beside Yu Chihong. Then a scene that surprised her even more appeared - Yu Chihong quickly got up and left the couch and sat on the single sofa next to her.

"Detachment leader," Qiao Yan shouted inexplicably.

"My name is Wei Chihong, don't call the detachment leader during non-working hours, I don't like it." Wei Chihong put forward his opinion.

Qiao Yan blinked and looked at him carefully, "Since that's the case, I'm not welcome." With all due respect, Mr. Wei Chi, do you suffer from female phobia? ”

Wei Chihong looked at her deeply, "Why do you ask that?" ”

"You never look at me squarely, you don't even dare to sit with me." Qiao Yan had entered the role of a psychiatrist in the past at this time, treating Wei Chihong as her patient.

Wei Chihong's eyes were deep and keen, and his broad forehead carried an inviolable pride, "If there is a phobia of women, how can I carry you to my house?" ”

These words made Qiao Yan's face red, before at Wei Chihong's house, when he said to Qiao Yan, "I saw you fainting outside, so I brought you back", Qiao Yan didn't think about how he "brought" her back. At this time, I heard him say it himself, and I was ashamed.

In order to hide her embarrassment and embarrassment, Qiao Yan quickly lowered her eyelashes and hid the flickering eyes. After a while, she raised her eyelashes again, revealing a sense of courage not to admit defeat, "How about we do a test?" ”

"What test?" Wei Chihong asked stiffly.

"Test if you have a phobia of women", Qiao Yan's tone trembled slightly.

Wei Chihong's face tightened, and there was a bottomless darkness under his eyes. He was hidden in his dark protective layer, and had no intention of letting her see through him, "Okay, I'm going to see what method you want to test." ”