I am a serious scholar

"You guys go to the police station, I'm going to go around somewhere else!"

When Xu Jing brought Qin Dong over, Zhao Yang was not prepared to go to the police station together.

The main thing is that he has little hope for the police department.

To put it bluntly, it was all forty years ago, although Xie Yongsheng clearly remembered that his sister was called Xie Yingchun, but...

It was just a little girl less than three years old, and in the flood, whether she could accurately say her name was a problem.

In addition....

Since he was adopted, maybe the family's first and last names have been changed.

Therefore, go to the police station according to the name, there is little hope!

"Well, at five o'clock that night, we will meet at the hotel!"

Xie Wanqing knew that Zhao Yang had his own methods, so he did not stop it.

However, after coming, Qin Dong, who had been staring at Zhao Yang and even gritting his teeth with hatred, was a little dazed for a while.

Don't go together?

Seeing that Zhao Yang had already taken the taxi and left, Qin Dong's brows locked, but Xu Jing said: "Does he have friends here?"

Xie Wanqing shook his head: "I don't know!" Saying

that he got into the car, this time Xie Wanqing sat in front, and Zhao Yang was gone, Xu Jing obviously had a lot to ask.

For example, what does Zhao Yang do, what does his family do.

After all, a good friend has a boyfriend, and this girlfriend will always be curious if it is not.

Xie Wanqing was helpless, but she didn't know how to answer.

In fact, before she noticed Zhao Yang's changes, she had already given Zhao Yang an identity, such as a turtle!

But...

Now that Zhao Yang's identity is a mystery, and her abilities are also strange, she really doesn't know whether to continue to say fake identities, or... Find a chance to tell the truth.

However

Xie Wanqing's slight confusion made Xu Jing misunderstood.

At the first meeting, Xu Jing actually found that Zhao Yang was younger than Xie Wanqing.

Although this year, one by one, it is advertised that love has nothing to do with age.

But in fact, in real life, most of the men are bigger than the women, especially the celebrity class, and the old husband and young wife are also a big grab!

So is there a wife who is older than her husband?

There are too!

It's just that everyone's consistent ideas, or a few old wives and young husbands in real life, are mostly men eating soft rice!

Xie Wanqing is only twenty-five years old, and his age is actually not too old, but the main thing is that Zhao Yang is young!

He was only twenty-two years old, not to mention that he was only three years older, but according to the constant hobby of men: he always liked to be eighteen. Judging from it, Zhao Yang's family lineage is definitely not comparable to Xie Wanqing.

Qin Dong obviously thought of this as well, and his eyes instantly lit up.

It turned out to be just a little white face, and sure enough, the impression I gave when I first met was right.

Xie Wanqing's brain circuit is also relatively strange, originally thinking about Zhao Yang's identity change, and suddenly thought of finding her aunt, if she really found it, whether it was for her or for her father, it should be a good thing!

"That's right. You just told me you wanted to find someone, what the hell is going on!!

Xu Jing thought that Xie Wanqing didn't want to talk about Zhao Yang's family, so she quickly changed the topic.

Xie Wanqing raised her forehead, by this time, she did not hide it, and briefly said about her little aunt.

"It's been more than forty years, so long!"

Xu Jing frowned after hearing this, and said, "Is there only one name?"

Xie Wanqing was helpless: "There is no way, I can only go to the police station first to try my luck!"

Qin Dong said: "Since there is time, place, and name, I feel that it is better to go directly to the media channel!" "

Such a big flood must have historical records, and since it is an entire village affected, it must not be a trivial matter, as long as the information is widely disseminated, if people are still there, if they see it, they should come to recognize each other."

Xie Wanqing said, "Don't use it for now!"

Xu Jing glanced at Xie Wanqing, thinking that there was no problem with Qin Dong's operation, and it could even be said to be the most correct, but she vetoed it?

Isn't she really looking for her little aunt?

Xu Jing didn't think much about it, and drove to the police station.

Here she said hello early, they are all acquaintances, it is not difficult to find someone with the same name.

"Thank you!"

"It's okay, since it's a lost relative, it's within our service range!"

Investigating a single person is definitely a violation of the law, but if it is a relative looking for someone, then the police department will definitely cooperate fully.

"Xie Yingchun, forty-six years old, right?"

"Let me see, the entire Shang capital, the same name and surname and the same age, there are only seventeen people, remove the men, there are nine left, and three in the urban area..." The

policewoman Xu Jing was looking for was very patient to find someone for Xie Wanqing.

Hearing that there were nine, Xie Wanqing was a little excited: "Can you tell me the address!" The

policewoman thought for a while and said, "In this way, I will contact the staff in their jurisdiction, call directly and ask, otherwise you run like this, there will be no three or five days, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish!" "

These few in the urban area alone are one in the east and one in the west!

The rest, some in the county seat, and some in the village, really need no less time to complete these nine.

"According to Ms. Xie, this is your aunt, and she is still lost, only forty-six years old, and her adoptive parents should still be there!"

Xie Wanqing understood, and said a little embarrassed: "This... Wouldn't it be a little too presumptuous! "

Call directly and ask if you are your parents' biological child?

The policewoman smiled and said, "We people in the Central Plains are real, as long as we explain it clearly to others, we are happy to help!"

Xie Wanqing's face was full of joy, quietly waiting for the policewoman to call.

......

"Young man, this is not the place you are coming to!"

The uncle who drove the taxi slowed down and motioned for Zhao Yang to look out.

This is an ancient street, both sides are full of ancient buildings, as for whether it is antique or real ancient buildings, Zhao Yang really can't see it.

However

He did see what he was looking for.

"That's right, that's it!"

Seeing that Zhao Yang paid, the uncle smiled and said: "You young man is very interesting, others come and go to what Internet celebrities to check in, you are good, run to the antique street!" "

Hobby!"

Zhao Yang said and got out of the car, and then did not look at any antique fast, treasure pavilion and other shops, but went straight to a paper shop!

This street is already relatively deserted, and this paper shop is naturally more deserted.

When Zhao Yang passed, he saw the boss sitting cross-legged on the ground, weaving a bamboo horse.

About hearing the movement, the other party raised his head, revealing a bluish face.

Gee!

Aren't you afraid to scare children with this respectful look?

"Asking for goods?"

The boss got up, still expressionless.

But yes!

What expression can a paper shop owner have when he sees customers?

Even if a guest comes to represent the opening, it is impossible to laugh.

After all....

People who can come to the paper shop must be mourned at home, you laugh ... You are not afraid to laugh if you are beaten!

The store doesn't know if the air conditioner is turned on or what, it's cool, to be honest, Zhao Yang has always been very taboo about this.

Especially after encountering something on Second Sister Qing's side last time, Zhao Yang went back and nibbled on some books.

Now he has a lot of skills, divination, fortune-telling, but he lacks a soul.

However

He is already a preliminary entry, otherwise he would not have come to the paper shop.

"Golden pen, yellow paper, cinnabar!"

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper who walked into the counter, picked up a rag to wipe the table, and suddenly looked up!