The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 205 Relics (Part 1)

Zhu Shaodan grabbed someone excitedly and said: "My master won, my master is Xi Yu...."

"My master is Xi Yu...he won the championship of the martial arts tournament."

He climbed up the ring excitedly, wanting to share the joy with Master, more and more people flocked to the ring, and the small ring was crowded.

"Where's my master?" Zhu Shaodan looked confused.

More people came, and Zhu Shaodan was caught in the middle, looking around in a daze.

Everyone was immersed in excitement, and they didn't realize that the person they were shouting had already disappeared from the ring.

Zhao Zhen chased her out and shouted, "Xi Yu, stop here."

The young man paused in his footsteps, and soon disappeared into the cold night wind of the basement without looking back.

Zhao Zhen stomped her feet, "Even if you hide in the ends of the earth, I can still find you."

The echo came over and over again in the basement, Zhao Zhen shivered suddenly, it was so cold.

Fortunately, she was well prepared and made a phone call: "If you get lost, don't come back."

Just as Zhao Zhen was about to turn around, she saw Ye Shuang helping Ran Qing out, Zhao Zhen rushed over immediately: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Ran Qing's face and hair were covered with water stains, her face was pale, and she was muttering something, Zhao Zhen listened closely, as if she was saying something like "she's back"... something like that.

Zhao Zhen looked at Ye Shuang and asked coldly, "What's wrong with my mother?"

Ye Shuang shook her head: "Master Xiao asked his subordinates to send Aunt Qing back, but the other subordinates don't know about it."

Zhao Zhen thought for a while, "Take my mom to the car first, and I'll go find my cousin."

Zhao Zhen was about to leave when Ran Qing suddenly grabbed Zhao Zhen's wrist and murmured, "Go home."

Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, looked at the gate leading to Bo Jinlai behind her, nodded, and helped Ran Qing leave with Ye Shuang's left and right.

After Ye Shuang left, Zhao Zhen asked, "Mom, what happened? Did you quarrel with your cousin?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Ran Qing's eyes, "She's back."

Zhao Zhen was confused: "Why is she back?"

Ran Qing looked at her daughter's delicate and beautiful face, and raised her hand to stroke her hair: "It's okay, mom will protect you, go back to your room and rest."

Zhao Zhen sensed that after she left, her mother and cousin must have had some troubles.

Zhao Zhen returned to the room in deep thought.

Seeing the nanny carrying a box out of the storeroom, Zhao Zhen was stunned: "Isn't this a relic of Dad?"

In Zhao Zhen's memory, her parents often quarreled, and sometimes they would fight. It is no secret that the relationship between husband and wife is not good. She set fire to her father's relics, and she was the only one who prevented her from surviving, but she never saw the light of day again in the warehouse.

Later, she learned that her father had done something wrong to her mother when she was young, and she felt resentment towards her father, so she never wanted to touch his father's belongings. She and her mother seemed to have forgotten that father still had his belongings in the world.

The nanny replied, "Madam wants it."

Mom wants it? Doesn't she hate daddy? Why did I suddenly think of my father's belongings?

Zhao Zhen always felt that everything about tonight was strange.

Seeing the back of the nanny walking away, Zhao Zhen thought for a while and secretly followed.

The nanny put the box in and came out, Zhao Zhen slipped over and opened the bedroom door secretly.

Ran Qing opened the wooden box, and suddenly dust and musty smell rushed to her face, Ran Qing coughed while covering her nose, and slapped her nose with her right hand.

With trembling fingers, Ran Qing took out the contents inside.

It was a stack of drawing paper.

Zhao Yuan is very talented in painting. When he was young, he relied on this artistic talent to attract Ran Qing. Ran Qing wanted to marry Zhao Yuan even after a stalker. Yuan married her, and such a forced marriage would eventually harm others and herself.

Zhao Zhen remembered that her father loved drawing very much, he was best at drawing figures, and was once very famous.

She saw Ran Qing flipping through the paintings one by one. She was too far away, and with the reflection of the light, she couldn't see what the paintings were at all, but she could roughly tell that they were father's best figure paintings.

"Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan, you will never forget her until you die. Why did you read her for so many years with an ordinary woman?" Zhao Zhen heard Ran Qing's angry and unwilling voice, and suddenly grabbed a picture and kneaded it together. The ball was thrown into the trash can.

"You have met again in the ground, right? Well, your wish has come true." Ran Qing smiled miserably, and suddenly became ruthless, and swept all the things on the table to the ground, and the paintings in the box were scattered all over the floor.

The air outlet of the central air conditioner was blowing, and a piece of drawing paper floated down to the door.

Zhao Zhen stretched out her hand from the crack in the door and quickly grabbed the painting.

At this time, she heard Ran Qing make a phone call: "Zhu Mingjing, check it out for me, and dig out all eighteen generations of her ancestors."

Zhao Zhen was startled by the viciousness in Ran Qing's tone, how did Ming Jing offend her mother?

Zhao Zhen listened for a while, but there was no more movement in the room, and she sneaked back to her room.

Zhao Zhen turned on the light and unfolded the painting. This is a fine brushwork figure painting. In the painting is a young woman, in the misty rain, holding an umbrella in one hand. She is dressed in black and has black hair.

Looking at the woman's face again, Zhao Zhen was startled.

This woman looks very ordinary, at best she is pretty. There is a one-inch-long scar running across the end of her eyebrows on her left cheek, but what is amazing is that this scar that should look terrifying appears on the woman's face, but it is not at all. fear.

The eyes that looked straight at her were clean and beautiful that did not match her appearance, like a moonlit pine stream, a clear spring in a mountain stream, clean and gentle, and also made the scar on the left face look a little gentle.

The brush strokes of this painting are fine and neat, the outline is exquisite, the colors are elegant, and the lines are smooth and powerful, especially the eyes of the woman in the painting are very realistic and lifelike, as if they are really looking straight at you, staring at these eyes for a long time, Subconsciously, there will be a creepy feeling.

Zhao Zhen always felt that these eyes looked familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere...

Is this woman the one my father likes? For her, he betrayed his mother and abandoned her.

For some reason, Zhao Zhen didn't hate looking at the woman's eyes.

With a flash of inspiration, she suddenly remembered where she had seen it before.

When she was young, her mother took her to uncle's house. She especially liked to play hide-and-seek with housekeeper Ran's daughter, Xiaohua. Ran's house had a lot of empty rooms. She liked to drill around in every room, and Xiaohua always found her. Not to her.

Once she ran around and ran to Uncle's study, Xiao Hua's face turned pale with fright.

Xiaohua told her that the rules in Ran's house are strict, and Uncle's study is even more forbidden. Anyone who dares to enter will be punished with a stick.

She was very young at that time, and she was very afraid of her uncle, and she was so frightened that she almost cried when she heard the words.

She and Xiao Hua hurriedly prepared to sneak out, and bumped into someone head-on.

She thought uncle had come back, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground.

A slender white hand helped her up, and a fairy voice sounded next to her ear: "Does it hurt from the fall?"

She raised her head in panic, and what she saw was the woman's gentle eyes, full of spring waves, she was almost drowning in it, so that she directly ignored the scar on the woman's left face.

"You guys are so naughty. Master Wen's study is a forbidden area, and no one can enter. If Master Wen finds out, he will definitely punish you."

She pursed her mouth and wanted to cry, but the woman shook her head and laughed: "Okay, I won't be joking with you anymore, before Master Wen comes back, you should leave quickly."

She asked tremblingly, "You really won't tell Uncle?"

The woman smiled slyly, stretched out her hand and scratched her nose: "Sister never lies."

"Then we pull the hook and hang ourselves."

"Okay." The big finger and the little finger hooked together.

The little girl said in a childish voice: "If you hang yourself for a hundred years, you can't change it. Whoever cheats is a puppy."

"Okay, whoever cheats is a puppy."

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the living room. The woman held one in each hand, and immediately rushed out of the study room, closed the study door with her toes, and quickly moved the two of them to a hidden corner.

"Hush, don't make a sound, come out later, you know?"

The two little heads nodded obediently.

She hid behind the vase, and when she heard a series of hurried footsteps, her heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out.

"Yu Jiang, come with me." This was uncle's voice, majestic and solemn, just listening to it from a distance made his calf tremble.

"Yes." It was a very cold female voice, and she couldn't believe it was said by the gentle woman just now.

In her narrow vision, she saw a pair of black Martin boots stepping on the floor and gradually drifting away. The distance seems to be a long time ago. The memory has no color, it is black and white.

"Xiaohua, who is she?"

What Xiaohua answered, but she couldn't remember it.

Zhao Zhen sat up from the bed suddenly, and it rained heavily outside the window at some point, she sat on the bed blankly, her fingers trembling, she found a person from the address book, and dialed it.

There was heavy rain outside the window, lightning and thunder, and a white light flashed, illuminating the cold sweat on her forehead and swallowing throat.

After ringing for a long time, it was finally connected at the last moment, and the girl muttered in a daze of dissatisfaction: "Who, why are you so crazy in the middle of the night?"

"Xiao Hua. It's me."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, and the girl suddenly screamed, "Miss...Miss? You called me in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

"Do you still remember when we were playing hide-and-seek at Ran's house when we were young, we bumped into a woman in Uncle's study room, she didn't blame us, she even covered it up for us, by the way, she had a scar on the left side of her cheek."

Xiao Hua faltered and said: "Miss, why do you ask this?"

"I'm just asking you, do you still remember?" Zhao Zhen emphasized her tone.

"Remember...remember, but..."

"what is her name?"

"Miss, why did you ask her?" Xiao Hua lowered her voice, accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, which was a little vague.

"This person is a taboo in Ran's family, and no one can mention it. Miss, you'd better not ask."

"Is her name Yu Jiang?"

Xiaohua was silent.

"I finally know."

Zhao Zhen had heard of Yu Jiang before, after all, no matter how forbidden it was, she couldn't stop people from discussing it, but Zhao Zhen always thought that this Yu Jiang was just like Jichang Shouchang and the others, just one of Uncle's subordinates.

It turned out that she was actually a woman.

Contacting her mother's series of anomalies tonight, Zhao Zhen finally deduced a general idea.

Yu Jiang...Ming Jing...Xi Yu, there must be some kind of connection between these three people.

Zhao Zhen suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, found the painting, turned on the light and looked at it carefully again.

A ray of white light split the darkness of the room, and in the remaining white light, Zhao Zhen firmly grasped the edge of the drawing paper with both hands.

No wonder the eyes of the people in the painting always feel familiar. Apart from the Yu Jiang in memory, there is also a bright mirror.

The kind of gentleness like spring wind and rain, and the clean melancholy of autumn frost and winter snow are almost the same.

A muffled thunder exploded in the sky.

These eyes gradually overlapped with those of the black-clothed boy, appearing more slender and colder...

That's Xi Yu.

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Shiba put good medicine on the wound and came out. The girl stood in front of the French window, and the heavy rain was pouring outside the window, and the wind and rain whizzed and slapped the window.

The wind roared furiously, but it highlighted the girl's cold and dusty back more and more.

Eighteen pursed his lips, walked over and said, "I heard their conversation, the last move of Lingbo Feiyan may bring you trouble."

Eighteen's biggest advantage is his excellent hearing.

This also caused troubles to his sleep, especially in the mountains. The sound insulation effect of the houses in the city is good, so he can finally sleep well.

He didn't want to use Lingbo Feiyan at first, but Ye Feng forced him to use this move.

"I teach you so that you can use it." The girl's indifferent voice was mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and it was somewhat indistinct.

Shiba was stunned: "You did it on purpose?"

It will be updated in the future, one in the morning and one in the afternoon

In the early morning of the 17th, there will be an update, about 40,000 to 50,000 words