Qing Huan arched his hand according to the impression of the reader.

"Xiaosheng Gu Yunpei, I've seen this lady."

Since he calls himself a small student, he is a scholar, at this time the paper is expensive, it is extremely difficult to read, and ordinary people have little chance to be literate, so all scholars who know some words must be looked at highly.

Seeing that it was a scholar, although Wang was quite anxious, he was still patient, ordered someone to serve tea first, and then invited the scholar to sit down, and then opened his mouth from Conghe.

"Gu Gongzi, my wife is the head of the house, the lost little son is the eldest grandson of my wife, Mrs. Tai has been in poor health recently, what do you have to say to my wife."

Qing Huan's mind turned around and understood, this Mrs. Tai thought that she was old, she couldn't stand this fright, and her body couldn't stand it and fell ill, if this was the case, then she really couldn't see Mrs. Tai talk about her plans in person.

It is taboo for the old man to be happy and sorrowful, and if his own news makes Mrs. Tai cause some more illness, it will be a wrong thing.

Thinking about these Qing Huan couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart, Mrs. Tai is old, and she loves Buddha on weekdays, so it sounds more convenient, and the other hostesses in this inner courtyard are even more difficult to inquire about a few words.

As for those who believe in God or not, there are devout believers like Mrs. Tai in the family, and it will be very difficult for the upper and lower to be very good.

It's just that she has no better words at the moment, so she has to bite the bullet.

"I don't know if Madame believes in ghosts and gods?"

These words came abruptly, and he didn't understand what this had to do with the portrait, so he looked at the scholar in front of him strangely, and then turned his head to look at Wang, Wang's face remained unchanged, and he didn't say anything.

"Madame believes in Buddhism, but what does this have to do with the loss of the little son?"

Mrs. Tai believes in Buddhism, the children of this family, who dares to say that they don't believe it in front of outsiders, Qing Huan understands that he asked in vain, but it was just to lead to his later words.

"Xiaosheng's family lives in the south of Hangzhou, close to the city wall, presumably Mrs. also knows that this piece is the residence of the poor, although Xiaosheng is fortunate to know some words, but also in Jinghe three years of luck.

But Xiaosheng was born in a small family, and his previous temperament was extremely wooden, and everyone who knew Xiaosheng knew that Xiaosheng was a person who was quiet and rarely communicated.

About half a year ago, Xiaosheng innocently disappeared, and his family searched for him in vain, in fact, in those days, Xiaosheng lost his memory in the mountains for some reason, but fortunately he survived by a hermit, Xiaosheng lived in the mountains with his benefactor for more than half a year, and his previous temperament has completely changed.

Since then, Xiao Sheng occasionally dreams of some strange scenes for no reason, which are some fragments that look very real, not like those seen in ordinary dreams, and the dream is not controlled by Xiao Sheng from time to time, until recently, Xiao Sheng remembers the location of his home and finds his home, and the dream still appears from time to time. ”

This is another abrupt sentence, what is said in the words has nothing to do with the loss of the little boy, but in connection with the first sentence, Conghe has already vaguely guessed the meaning of Qing Huan, he wants to say that he has had a strange time, and he can see some scenes in his dreams, and the little boy is what he saw in his dreams, but is this possible?

But this person in front of him is actually a showman, and he is not like a crazy and stupid person, he shouldn't be able to talk nonsense, and the painting sent before not only painted the portrait of the little boy, but also compared with the clothes of the little boy when he was lost.

Although the government office also posted a portrait to find people, the portrait was extremely rough, many details were inaccurate, and the clothes were not as detailed as this portrait.

If it is said that this person is a gangster who abducted the little son, he will not be so crazy and stupid to reveal his whereabouts through ghosts and gods, and besides, this person has confessed his family background, since he is also in Hangzhou, it is not difficult to find out the roots of this person.

Neither stupid nor evil, could it be that it was really a dream?

The ghosts and gods say that they are mysterious and mysterious, they have never seen it with their own eyes, who dares to say believe it or not, at least their own wife is the attitude of believing and doubting, what this scholar said is really incredible, Conghe couldn't distinguish the truth from the false for a while, she listened to the screen and still didn't say a word, so she spoke.

"It turned out to be a showman, but the servant was clumsy, and the meaning of the show's public statement is that you have seen my little son in a dream? It's just what I saw in my dream, how did Xiucai know who it was? ”

Cong He's asked, it was what Tsinghua wanted to say, she first thought about it, the news was revealed to the Zhang family, and she was afraid of incurring suspicion, but then she figured out that she was not involved in this matter, and even if there were some suspicions at the beginning, it would always be cleared up over time.

I can see other people's scenes through the mask, and it is also a capital for myself, but this ability is too weird and powerful, and if I say it directly, I may cause trouble for myself, but if I weaken it, through the dream that I can't control, I may be able to receive miraculous results.

Of course, there is a premise in this, that is, this ability must be weakened to the point that it will not attract jealousy for itself, and it is better for people to have a skeptical attitude towards their own ability.

"This sister is really smart, Xiaosheng is exactly what he meant, yesterday Xiaosheng saw this little boy in a dream, playing in a village with green mountains and green waters, it was still a little strange, today I saw the search notice, the two sides compared, and then I guessed that what I saw in my dream was the little boy of your house.

Before, Xiaosheng was not sure, so he drew a picture, came to test it, who knew that the people of your mansion were very surprised when they saw the painting, and handed it into the house, not to hide this sister, Xiaosheng was only then to determine that what he saw in his dream was indeed the little son of your mansion. This is also the first time that Xiaosheng knows that his dream is real, and the surprise in Xiaosheng's heart at this moment is only afraid that it is no less than you. ”

"Since you dreamed of the place where the little boy is, do you know where it is?"

As soon as Qing Huan's words fell, Conghe was already anxiously asking.

Qing Huan's long words, but when he heard the first half of the sentence, he was distracted, but he didn't interrupt in the spirit of good upbringing.

They were in a hurry, but Qing Huan couldn't follow her steps, and the play that should be played had to be continued.

"I know, but after all, I saw it in a dream, and I'm not quite sure if that place is really where the little boy is."

"Where is that place, it doesn't matter if you say it, whether you can find it or not, our Zhang family will thank you for this kindness."

This sentence was said by the Wang family, the portrait is not bad at all, at this time, hearing that Qing Huan knew where her grandson was, she expected that no matter what the source was, most of that place was true, so she couldn't bear it anymore and asked directly.

Seeing that the Wang family couldn't help but speak, and the scene was almost done, Qing Huan said the name of the place.

"Xiaosheng saw in his dream that the little boy was in Qing'an County, four hundred miles away from Hangzhou City, at this time, in Lotus Village, at the foot of Lotus Mountain, and a farmhouse in the village was also known to the appearance of the farmer's courtyard and the appearance of the people in the village."

Saying that, Qing Huan took out another painting from his arms, and Conghe hurriedly stepped forward to take the painting and handed it to the back of the screen.

Wang took the painting and saw that the painting was lifelike, painting a small farm yard, with green mountains behind the courtyard, and three people in the courtyard were a couple dressed as farmers, holding a child in coarse clothes in their arms, and the child's eyebrows and demeanor were like their own grandchildren.

After getting the painting and the address, Wang couldn't sit still anymore, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to entertain Qinghuan, so he hurriedly walked out of the guest hall and sent someone to find his grandson.