Hua Hu's words seemed to have no reason, but it still shocked me.

She said that Wen Tingxu has a problem, what is the problem? Could it be that Wen Tingxu, like Xu Chuyue, is also lying to me?

Or, what else does Wen Tingxu know?

I think about it and think that neither of these scenarios is likely, Hua Hu is a "newcomer", and he may not be so comfortable with human language.

What she meant might be that Wen Tingxu's account of her father's archaeological encounter in Yecheng was inconsistent with the facts, and she detected this discrepancy from a certain perception of the six abilities.

Judging from the information that Wen Tingxu had, it was likely that he had thoroughly investigated the entire incident himself.

This can also be imagined, after all, Wen Tingxu went to Yecheng with his mother back then, and he knew Captain Garlic and Xun Tangshan. They must also have a deep sense of compassion for a child who has been abandoned by their parents.

If Wen Tingxu can get in touch with them when he grows up and inquire about the specific circumstances of his parents' disappearance, they should also tell the truth.

It's just that Wen Tingxu still has the preset of "parents are not guilty" psychologically, so the objective situation is said through his mouth, and many subjective emotions are added.

From this point of view, Hua Huan's judgment that "the surname is problematic" is not groundless.

"What do you think?" I asked Shen Yudao while driving.

"Wen Tingxu?" She turned to look at me, "When I woke up and found myself at the table again, I did want to have a seizure. But at this moment, I happened to see the woman's message - she deliberately put her arm in front of my eyes before switching, and I could see it when I opened my eyes-

"It doesn't matter what she means, but something that can make unreliable people care is definitely an important thing.

So I immediately did as she said, pretended to be her, continued to eat and drink (what a sin), and then secretly observed Wen Tingxu.

"Although I only heard the story of his father, my first feeling was that he was not lying, his emotions were true, and he had no motive to deceive us."

I nodded: "But, will he exaggerate some facts one-sidedly because he wants to avenge his parents?" ”

"It's possible, but it's very unlikely. That's a very rational person.,Rational to the waiter.,If he really found out that his parents were evil people.,He wouldn't be so proactive.。 ”

"What does Hua Hu mean by 'problematic'?" My brow furrowed - Wen Tingxu had been a good friend of mine for many years, and I really didn't want to believe that there was something wrong with him.

Perhaps, this is also the so-called "psychological presupposition".

Shen Yu didn't speak, she kept silent, and she didn't seem to come up with any answers.

I had no choice but to stop talking and drive quietly. But this silence in a narrow space can often seem quite awkward. Fortunately, after turning another intersection, we will arrive at our community.

When I arrived at the community, I took Shen Yu to park the car and go upstairs. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a thin envelope stuffed in the crack of the door.

I thought it was someone stuffing the small advertisement, but Shen Yu pulled it out. She glanced at it, snorted in her nose, and handed me something.

"The courier for you, look at the handwriting is a woman."

I suddenly broke out in a sweat - I haven't bought anything lately, why is there a woman who sends me a courier?

Shen Yu pushed the door in, she smelled the wine on her body, and went straight into the bathroom.

I took advantage of her bathing time to pick up the courier and take a look at it, and found that it was sent from Songshan.

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly and carefully unwrapped the express. As expected, there was a letter in the courier, and the letter was left to me by Xu Chuyue. There is also a painting in it, which is the graffiti of the backstabber.

It's a slow courier, it's a belated greeting.

Because Xu Chuyue, who wrote the letter, has become a cold corpse at this moment.

The letter paper was folded neatly, and I unfolded the paper with an indescribable mood, and Xu Chuyue's mellow and lovely handwriting jumped into my eyes-

"Yanzhu, it's rare to call your name so officially, and it may be the last time.

"By the time you received this letter, I should have already left Songshan. Don't worry, I've found the place of my dreams and I'll live well, even if not so happy and not so relieved.

"It's probably going to be a complete departure. Before leaving, I wanted to burn everything I had, but when I saw this painting, I suddenly remembered you.

"You're also a very serious person, serious, kind, and there's no harm in that, but it seems — and there's nothing good about it.

This sentence is not to sarcastically mock you, but in this era, there are too many people who do bad things with good intentions. You're one of the few people I've ever met who has good intentions but doesn't do bad things.

"I remember when you saw this painting, your expression was a little nervous, and it looked like it was important to you, so I wanted to send this painting to you before I went into seclusion. In addition, I sat here and recalled the scene at that time, and I wanted to tell you the original story of meeting this person, and I hope it will be helpful to you.

"It happened in early May, it seemed like the night of the May Day holiday, and I went to the Red Lotus Bar as usual. Behind the Red Lotus Bar is the old neighborhood, and there is a path in the old neighborhood that can be copied close, and it was on a small road that I bumped into the person who carried the pot.

But at that time, he didn't carry the pot on his back. He followed me all the way to Binchuan Bar Street, and his whereabouts were sneaky, I thought I had met a pervert again, so I quickly turned two small alleys in a row and got rid of him.

By the time the show was over, it was already the second half of the night. I packed up my things and planned to go to the back alley of the bar street for a supper, but as soon as I turned into the alley, I met the man again.

"I was startled, thinking that this pervert had been waiting for me. I quickly flashed into the shadows, but this time I noticed that he had a strange thing on his back.

"It was a huge iron pot, I remember it very clearly, it was very big, in the past, in the mountains, every house had such a wood pot on the stove, but in the city, it is rare to see such a large iron pot.

"I think he probably carried a big iron pot in the cafeteria. I don't know why he walked down the road carrying a pot on his back, because it was thick and heavy, and it looked so funny when it weighed on his short body.

"I wanted to see his face clearly, but I couldn't see his face because I was a little scared, and because he was carrying the light at the time, but judging from his stature and pace, he was probably a thin middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

When I got home, the more I thought about it, the more strange it became, and I unconsciously drew the scene of the scene - it is this graffiti in your hand now.

"It's all I can think of, and I hope it's of some use to you.

"By the way, has anyone ever said you're a good person? Writing this, I think you're really stupid X, a lot of age, and it's like you haven't entered society, hey, don't trust others easily in the future.

After scolding you, I suddenly felt that I was also very sad. Forget it, don't write it, the more you write, the more you write, it's too much. May we never see each other again. ”