Chapter 277

He glanced at Joe Shen in casual clothes and dark circles under his eyes, frowned slightly, and saw him sit down on the recliner.

It has been several days since he came to Kuala Lumpur. Qiao Shen is still the conscientious Qiao Shen, but Fu Hanchuan still sees something different.

As a person who travels frequently, it is unlikely that insomnia will occur, excluding jet lag and water leakage in the hotel room affecting sleep. What's more, Malaysia has almost the same time as China. If the room drips, you can negotiate with the hotel to change the room. In other words, there are other reasons for his dark circles.

Fu Hanchuan drank water, his index finger tilted, pointed to Qiao Shen's eye circle and said, "the state is not quite right recently. Why?"

Fu Hanchuan was in the state of leaving office and didn't need to deal with so many company affairs. Qiao Shen, as an assistant, went out this time, which was equivalent to a vacation. He looked at several women swimming in the swimming pool dully. He felt boring and his head hurt. He raised his fingers and rubbed them a few times. He turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Mr. Fu, what else have you not dealt with? I have time."

Fu Hanchuan slightly picked his eyebrows, looked at him faintly and said, "No."

Joe closed his mouth deeply and frowned. He could see that he was upset now. At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang. They looked at the mobile phone together. Fu Hanchuan stretched out his big hand, opened the information, sat up and said, "go and prepare, let's go."

A message came from the seaside villa that the old woman was back.

Joe nodded with deep understanding, got up immediately and entered the hotel together.

In the room, Joe changed into a slightly casual suit, turned on his mobile phone and looked at it before going out. It has been a week, and the woman didn't give him a phone call or a message.

He didn't want to admit that the woman chose not to meet.

When he went out and got on the bus, the local driver drove. Fu Hanchuan sat in the back seat. In the seat next to him, there was a fruit basket and a handful of flowers, which were used to give gifts for a while. The man put his bony fingers on the handle of the fruit basket and gently moved his fingers, hoping to get some useful news later and not waste his time this week.

The old lady lives not far from the hotel. She'll be there in a minute. This is a famous local Chinese gathering area, where the rich are located. When entering the villa area, there are security guards at the door. The driver got out of the car to negotiate. The security guard entered the security room and called. After a while, people came out. The driver went to the car window and said, "Sir, the other party said he didn't know you, so he wouldn't see you."

Fu Hanchuan gently touched his forehead with his fingers and said a few words to the driver. The driver went to negotiate again. The security guard called again and let him go after a while.

He only said three key words: Beicheng, Zhenyuan and Yanlin.

When the car enters the villa area, the road is wide, and the distance between single family villas is very large. In addition to villas, there are green plants in the field of vision. The car stopped in front of a red roofed villa. Fu Hanchuan got out of the car. Qiao Shen took the fruit basket and flowers on the car.

There was a housekeeper at the door of the villa. The other party came up and asked, "are you Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded. Through the black iron fence, he could see a white head in the lush flowers inside. It looked like that was old lady Shen.

The housekeeper showed his hand and posed as an invitation: "the old lady is inside, please, Mr. Fu."

He nodded again and went in. He saw the old lady more clearly. She was sitting in a wheelchair, with a checkered blanket on her knees, silver hair, deep wrinkles on her face and muddy eyes. It looks like it's about eighty.

The old lady listened to the footsteps, and the old voice sounded, "here you are?"

Fu Hanchuan stood two or three steps away from her and said, "Hello, old lady Shen, this is Fu Hanchuan." He handed the flowers to the old lady. The old lady looked down at the bunch of white ginger flowers. Her eyes showed some warmth and a shrewd flash in her drooping eyelids.

She looked up at Fu Hanchuan and said, "young man, you have a heart."

Fu Hanchuan pulled off his lips slightly and stood there without moving. The next second, the old lady showed a cold look on her face and said sternly, "say it, what do you want to do with me?"

"Don't think I don't know. You've been asking about me all this time. Hum, it's all found in the cemetery. What do you want to do! What do you want to do to Yan Lin! "

Fu Hanchuan thought that she was worthy of being around Yan Lin. the old lady was old but clear-minded. Her feelings had been watching him secretly all week.

His tone was calm and said, "don't get me wrong, old lady Shen. I just want to ask the old lady about something. I don't mean any harm."

The old lady looked up at him for a while. Fu Hanchuan's face was calm and calm. He quietly asked the old lady to look up and down. Qiao Shen put the fruit basket in his hand on the tea table on one side at this time. The old lady looked at him, nodded her chin and said, "sit down."

With that, her withered fingers gently and compassionately touched the flower, asked the maid behind her to insert it in the vase, turned her head, and said to Fu Hanchuan, "the life of ginger flower is very short, only one day."

After that, she sat there and didn't speak. Joe took a deep look at Fu Hanchuan. The old lady's words were headless and confusing. Don't you like this flower? But she obviously liked the flowers more than the exquisite fruit basket she only looked at, otherwise she wouldn't show that kind of look.

In addition, when she went to the cemetery, according to the data, they were all this kind of ginger flowers, otherwise they wouldn't say they had a heart when they met.

Fu Hanchuan put his fingers on his legs, pursed his thin lips and didn't speak rashly. The old lady looked at him and slowly said, "why don't you talk? Isn't there something you want to ask me? "

Fu Hanchuan's expression was more serious. He didn't beat around the Bush and said directly, "just now, the old lady said, I found the cemetery. I want to ask her, who is that person in the cemetery? What does it have to do with you? "

Old lady Shen gave him a deep look, sneered, took a sip of hot tea on the table and said, "young man, it seems that you haven't done your homework well. No one found it. Come and ask me? That's funny. "

Joe frowned deeply and felt that Mr. Fu's question was inappropriate this time. How could anyone ask such a question? Shouldn't they ask for confirmation?

Fu Hanchuan looked bland, silent and said, "old lady, I can't find out who has no name and no record, but what makes me wonder is the time of death on the tombstone. At that time seven years ago... What I know is that a person I know died at about the same time. "

The old lady's hand paused, but she didn't look up or speak. She just slowly rubbed a Jasper Bracelet on her wrist.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and continued, "the date of birth on the tombstone is the same as the person I know. I was born in the same year and died in the same month. Such a coincidence makes me curious about the man in the cemetery. "

The tombstone is engraved with a person's date of birth to the date of death, indicating the person's life trace on earth. Fu Hanchuan later went to check Shen Yan's date of birth. Although it is old, it can still be found.

Such a coincidence, intuition told him that he must come once and see the old lady.

The old lady said, "it's not surprising that so many people in the world live and die on the same day, let alone in the same year and month. You said you were in Beicheng and I was in Nanyang. What's so strange? "

Fu Hanchuan lightly hooked the lower lip corner and said, "indeed. Probably because of Mr. Yan's relationship, so I paid more attention. "

The old lady narrowed her eyes slightly, and her turbid eyes showed shrewdness again. She asked, "so, the person you pay attention to is Yan Lin, and he is the key point, isn't he?"

"Don't get me wrong, madam. I don't mean any harm to Mr. Yan. He is my father's friend, so I have such attention."

"Hum." The old lady snorted, her eyes moved slightly, and asked, "you said that the person you know died at about the same time. Who is this person?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes drooped slightly, lifted his eyelids after pulling the corners of his lips and said, "to be honest, that's my mother-in-law."

The breeze blew gently. In this air flow, Fu Hanchuan heard a little breathing and slightly tightened. He looked at the old lady quietly. Old lady Shen looked as usual and gave a faint "Oh". Seeing Fu Hanchuan's focused eyes looking at her, she added lukewarm: "it's so. No wonder you care."

Fu Hanchuan smiled and said, "madam, can you tell me who that is?"

Mrs. Shen sighed softly, and the old voice said, "I'm a very important person..."

The housekeeper behind her looked at the old lady, who looked tired. He came forward and said, "the old lady is tired and needs a rest. Mr. Fu, please come back next time."

Fu Hanchuan exchanged eyes with Qiao Shen, nodded to the old lady and said, "excuse me."

After the two quit, old lady Shen looked at the two tea cups on the table. The housekeeper came forward and asked, "old lady, why don't you tell Mr. Yan?"

In fact, as long as she didn't promise to meet, the two people couldn't come in, so the old lady still wanted to see them.

The old lady waved her hand and motioned to the servant to remove all the things on the table. She said, "what they do is a big thing. I can handle this. Why bother them."

As the wind grew stronger, the housekeeper pushed her into the house. The old lady thought for a moment and said, "however, I want to ask Yan Lin who Fu Hanchuan is. Go and bring me the phone."

"Yes, madam. Just a moment, please." The housekeeper pushed the wheelchair to the living room and stopped steadily. He went to the tea table to get his cell phone.

A moment later, the old lady heard the answer on the other end of the phone and put her heart down. It turned out that she was really a business partner. She asked her to pay attention to her health and put away the phone.

The housekeeper took the cell phone and put it away at the corner of the table. Then he said to the old lady, "do you want to go to sleep?"

In the pillow garden of Beicheng, Yan Lin put down the phone and his face was slightly heavy. Fu Hanchuan went to Kuala Lumpur and found the villa. He was really free from Fu.

Yan Gu happened to be in the pillow garden. Seeing that he put the phone on the windowsill, he said, "father, hide it from the old lady. Is that okay?"

He can understand that Yan Lin doesn't want people to know his past, but the old lady... It has something to do with Shen Yan after all.

Yan Lin looked at a large blue sky ahead and said, "the old lady is old and not suitable for great joy and sorrow."

The banquet nodded alone: "what my father said is."

Compared with other families, they have only three people, old and young. They depend on each other. Seven years ago, when Shen Yan died, Yan Lin only told the old lady that she was dead, and did not tell the tragic truth.

In Kuala Lumpur, Fu Hanchuan rode back to the hotel. Qiao Shen said, "Mr. Fu, the old lady didn't say anything. Have we waited in vain these days?"

Fu Hanchuan heard that Qiao Shen's tone was a little anxious. In the past, he would not talk so much for a long time. He said, "want to go back to China?"

Qiao was deeply stunned, pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids. Fu Hanchuan turned to look out of the window. There were green Fusang all the way. He said, "she didn't say anything."

The old lady is alert to outsiders and naturally won't answer all questions. However, when he mentioned Shen Yan, the old lady reacted, but she was still restrained. Moreover, her feelings for the bunch of ginger flowers were unusual.

Joe thought deeply and recalled carefully. It seemed that the old lady's reaction was a little different.

"Then shall we continue to wait here?"

But if you stay here, you don't have to make friends with the old lady slowly. Why don't you ask again when you get familiar? The problem is that it's someone else's privacy. Even if you're familiar, you're unlikely to be able to ask.

Fu Hanchuan sat back on the seat, closed his eyelids, and rubbed a part of the phalanx of his index finger with his fingers on his legs.

There are some links he doesn't know, so it's not a simple thing to find useful and pieced together information from so many messy information.

Shen Yan and Su Mingdong were buried together. What's the matter with the tomb on the Malay side?

Fu Hanchuan clenched his fingers and opened his eyes. He said, "book a ticket back to the city first."

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CHENFENG gallery is a high-end Gallery, which is different from other galleries in terms of decoration.

On the elevated design floor, paintings of various sizes are hung on the wall. Under the soft light, each painting seems to have life. The gallery is divided into two areas, with the reception hall in the middle as the central axis, ink and wash traditional Chinese paintings in the East, including famous calligraphy, western paintings in the west, and famous paintings such as Japan and South Korea.

It is said that here, some famous paintings are only hung and not sold, which can only be obtained by auction.

However, in any case, the artistic atmosphere here alone makes those who come here naturally calm down and enjoy the excellent works here quietly. Su Xiang thought that the children would feel boring after they came here. At this time, she looked at the two children. Fu Ying opened her eyes and appreciated them. The pearls were smaller, but she only followed her quietly in such an atmosphere.

The floor was carpeted and there was no sound when their feet stepped on it. They looked all the way and stayed a little longer when they saw interesting paintings. There are some paintings many years ago, many of which are already famous contemporary painters. Naturally, those paintings rise with the tide, and the price is not cheap.

Su Xiang has always picked paintings that were inscribed 30 years ago, but unfortunately there are no paintings in these paintings.

The manager of the gallery was smart. Most of the people who came to see the paintings were dignified figures. Recognizing Su Xiang's face, she took the initiative to ask, "Miss Su, are you satisfied with these paintings?"

Su Xiang was slightly stunned: "do you recognize me?"

The manager smiled and said, "last year's Furui charity auction, a painting in our gallery was also auctioned on it, so I met Miss Su."

"Oh." Su Xiang nodded and listened to the manager ask, "Miss Su, what can I do for you?"

Su Xiang just wanted to ask, so he said, "I want to ask, are all the paintings here in this exhibition?"

The manager smiled and said, "the in this exhibition is only a part of the gallery's collection."

"Can I see those not on display?"

"Well... I need to ask Mr. He. Miss Su, just a moment, please. " With that, she nodded and went to ask.

While waiting, Su Xiang looked at Qi Lingyang and was beating drums in his heart. I don't know why. Standing here, she has a feeling that she is very close to that person. It's like turning around or looking up.

However, she didn't even know the painter's name and surname.

She was a little angry with Su run. He didn't know the man's name, but he hated her to the bone.

Qi Lingyang pinched her finger and said, "don't worry. Mr. He has been in this industry for many years. He should be able to find something."

"Yes." Su Xiang nodded and gently adjusted his breathing to calm himself down.

After a while, an old man with a goatee and round black frame glasses came over. He was not tall. His fat face opened the folds on his face, giving people a sense of sleek sophistication. He didn't have any artistic flavor. It's hard to imagine such an old man running a gallery business.

The old man stood in front of Su Xiang and said with a smile, "Miss Su, Mr. Qi, I heard you want to see other paintings, but you are not satisfied with those paintings?" Qi Lingyang was not surprised that the old man recognized him. He smiled lightly and said, "it's not dissatisfied, but it's both art and eye edge."“ Hehe, what Mr. Qi said is. " He turned his head and looked at Su Xiang. "When people look at paintings, it's like picking objects. Whether the other party is beautiful or not, the key is to get into the eye. " Qi Lingyang smiled without saying anything. Su Xiang squeezed a smile and asked, "then can Mr. He let us have a look?" The old man wants to do big business. Qi Lingyang, a rich man, comes to the gallery and of course wants to do his business. With a stroke of his arm, "please." Su Xiang turned around and told Zhang's mother and the driver to watch the two children stay here, and then walked forward with the old man. There is a door behind the reception hall in the middle. Open the door and there is a passage inside. You can go down the stairs to the basement. Paintings are also hung on the wall side of the stairs. Along the way, the light in front of you is as bright as the art exhibition hall. There is no distinction between East and west art. They are all put together. They have not been separated yet. Many are encapsulated. The old man stood aside and said with a smile, "all my paintings are here. I just don't know which one can enter Miss Su's eyes." Su Xiang nodded at him and looked at the paintings. The paintings are piled here. The name of the painter and the painting time are written on the oil paper cover, so it is not so difficult to find. And from the dust falling on it, we can see some years. Su Xiang was looking for a painting over there. Qi Lingyang stood next to the old man. The old man looked at him and said, "aren't Mr. Qi together?" Qi Lingyang said with a smile, "I gave her a gift. Of course, I wanted her to like it." The old man nodded with a smile: "Mr. Qi is very considerate to Miss Su." Qi Lingyang smiled, pointed to the paintings that were placed against the wall and looked old and asked, "Mr. He, I want to ask you something."“ Oh, I don't dare to ask. Mr. Qi, if you have anything, just ask. " The old man was a little floated by the word "ask for advice", and looked at him with a smile. Qi Lingyang said, "I heard that Mr. He has been a painter for more than 30 years and knows countless painters, talents and beauties. Do you know some stories about these painters?" The old man was stunned when he heard the speech. The smile folds in the corners of his eyes were crowded like chrysanthemums. He said, "it turns out that Mr. Qi also likes to listen to stories. Well, talented people and beautiful women, of course, there are many stories. " Without that story, his paintings can't sell at such a high price. Qi Lingyang said, "my father said that more than 30 years ago, there were three beauties in Beicheng. One of them, Shen Yan, also had some stories with painters. I don't know if the old man has heard of it?" The old man narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, touched the goatee on his chin, looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "well, Mr. Qi's mother is also a beauty." Qi Lingyang was naturally clear about Yu Kelan's story. He said with a smile: "among the three beauties, only Shen Yan's is the most complicated and confusing, which is most in line with the story of talents and beauties." The old man sighed with emotion: "yes, such a beautiful woman... Hey..." a great beauty who swept the city and the country ended up in a bad end. He said: "speaking of it, I've seen the great beauty..." Qi Lingyang took the opportunity to say: "the old man entered the industry more than 30 years ago. He should also know the painter?" The old man stroked his goatee, walked two steps forward, stopped for a while, and walked two more steps to recall the past in this square inch. He sighed again: "yes, of course... It's been 30 years..." at this time, Su Xiang found an old painting in line with the years and years in those paintings. She didn't know why. She looked for those paintings and didn't open them. Only this painting, when she touched it, she would have a strange feeling in her heart, It seems that there is a kind of intuition in my heart. She looked at the fuzzy handwriting covered by dust on the cover and wiped it dirty. The names written in two pencils became clear - Ye Cheng. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation