perfect hidden marriage

Chapter 612 622, Unrequited love 162, I don’t know each other, she is messy; mysterious, all because of the map
"Uncle, are you okay?"

The little girl asked delicately and crisply.

Xiao Jinghuan saw that the man was wearing a long black down jacket, a crimson cashmere cap on his head, and a thick cashmere scarf around his neck. He was bending over and rubbing his aching thigh , It seemed to be hurt by being bumped, and he didn't make a sound.

The tricycle owner fell to the ground, cursing: "Are you looking for death?"

The man in the black down jacket still ignored him.

"Sir, thank you. If it weren't for your blocking, I would have been hit. Are you...are you okay...or, I'll call a car and take you to the hospital..."

Xiao Jinghuan poked his head over to see what he looked like?

But the man turned his head, wearing a big white mask on his face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a layer of light color on the lenses, that is to say, what do those eyes look like, you know what? I can't see it alone.

What a strange person.

After looking at her for a while, he turned around and limped away.

"gentlemen."

Why is this man so weird?
Is this trying to be a good person without leaving your name?

As usual, she would definitely ignore her, but today, she chased after her as if possessed by a demon.

"Well, thank you so much...I'll give you a baked sweet potato..."

She ran up and handed over the warm baked sweet potato in a paper bag.

I thought he would definitely not pick it up, but who would have thought that, the man hesitated for a moment, and actually picked it up.

"So you like to eat baked sweet potatoes too..."

She put on a big smile.

"Um...thank you..."

The voice was very hoarse and dark, not like Shao Feng's clear and calm voice, it sounded like that kind of old man, but judging from his clothes, he shouldn't be particularly old, quite rejuvenated.

Her heart was inexplicably a little lost.

"Do you really need to go to the hospital?"

She checked again.

"fine."

He stood there straight and loose, with a tall and thin figure...

"Oh, then I'll take care of other people's business...Thank you..."

With a big smile, she waved at him and went to buy sweet potatoes again.

The man stood there watching quietly.

"Grandma, come two more."

"Girl, you are so small, can you eat two big ones?"

"I eat one, and I take the other to my friend..."

Xiao Jinghuan paid the money, and when she turned her head to look, the man had disappeared.

She glanced at the two hot sweet potatoes in her hands, let out a long breath, and was about to leave when someone stopped her:
"Miss, you dropped something..."

is it?

She looked down, and at some point there was a sandalwood bracelet beside her feet.

The beads are very small, smooth and round, and pure black in color. A jade bead is embedded in a string of black beads, and the word "Huan" is carved on it. It is twice the size of the others, and the handwriting is very familiar. ...

It seems that after Shao Feng wrote it, he carved it himself...

Shao Feng...

Was that person Shao Feng just now?

When this idea flashed through her mind, she couldn't help but shuddered, and then laughed at herself unknowingly, a voice reminded herself:
Fool, Shao Feng is dead, and has been dead for several years, how could he still be alive?

But if he died, how would this bead be explained?

Another voice raised a question.

Fool, in this world, you are not the only one with the word "Huan" in your name.

It must be so, it is absolutely so, in this world, there is no such thing as death and resurrection...

So suppose, what if there is?

Dear Xiao Jinghuan, you are now Chang Ning's wife, if Shao Feng is still alive, what can you do?
Oh hell, this assumption, it's so messy.

She refused to think deeply, and patted her face lightly with her hands, walked into the teahouse, and went straight to the private room, trying very hard to put this accident behind her in her mind.

In the world, there is no such if.

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"Old Peng, I just bought sweet potatoes. I'm loyal enough to buy one for you."

As soon as she entered the box, Xiao Jinghuan exposed her friendship nakedly.

Peng Boran crossed his chest and looked at her:
"Don't you not like to eat? Why do you buy it every time you see it when you obviously don't like it? What's wrong with you? Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

This ungratefulness made her stiff for a moment, and it took a while before she continued:
"How can I not like to eat it? I just choke easily after eating it."

Pulling a few napkins and spreading them on the table, she broke the yellow sweet potato into two, and a strong smell immediately filled the air.

"Every time you eat sweet potatoes, you will think of Shao Feng. A Xiao, after all, you still miss him..."

These words hit the nail on the head.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Jing glanced sideways, and ate in small bites:

"It is impossible for anyone to completely forget the people who have passed through their lives, but this is no different from my current life, okay..."

Peng Boran opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

"I have nothing to say..."

Xiao Jing cheered and said vaguely:
"Stop talking nonsense. Let's get to the point... What are you calling me for?"

"About Xue Xiaoyu's death, I have made some very interesting discoveries."

He fetched the computer and retrieved the files.

"what?"

Xiao Jinghuan pulled out a wet towel from her bag, wiped her hands and mouth, and leaned over to look.

"The Xue family had an antique map that was handed down from the family. Before the accident, Xue Xiaoyu took the map from the house and died unexpectedly.

"I recently learned about this matter from her sister Bai Congcong. And her sister heard about it from her mother.

"So, Xue Xiaoyu's accident may be because of this antique map...

"Here's a picture of that map...

"It looks very old...

"A Xiao...what's the matter with you? Did you find anything new?"

Peng Boran stared at Xiao Jinghuan.

"This... this is something from the Western Han Dynasty..."

She snatched the notebook, looked at it carefully, and her tone was definitely incomparable:
"That's right, it's something from the Western Han Dynasty."

"How do you know? And so sure?"

Peng Boran stared at:

"Have you ever seen a map like this?"

"It should be said that our family has three..."

Before, she went to her brother's house to see those maps. They are out-and-out antiques. Unexpectedly, Xue Xiaoyu also has them. What does this mean?
"Actually, we have them too."

Peng Boran's sudden answer made Xiao Jinghuan's eyes widen.

"Could it be... your ancestors... were also..."

"The descendants of the Eight Great Guards under the seat of the rich Chu Chaoyang in the Western Han Dynasty..."

hehehe...

What's the situation?
"Your family also has such an inherited mission, the mission of guarding a map?"

Xiao Jinghuan blinked her eyes, amazed in her heart.

"Yes. There is one... and it is passed down from male to female, and it is guarded for generations. No matter how poor you are, you can't sell it. You have to keep it no matter how good you are. It is placed in a special box..."

When Peng Boran said this, his tone changed:
"That thing is now a sky-high price. Three years ago, I participated in an auction in the United States. Among them was a similar map, which was sold by a man surnamed Ye for eight figures. And it's not sure yet. Is it genuine, or is it a fake..."

eight digits?
This news is really shocking.

"I heard that this map consists of 11 pieces. Now, our family has three pieces. You have one piece. You said that one piece was taken away. If you say that Xue's family also has one piece, it means: there are still pieces outside." The whereabouts of the five yuan is unknown. Lao Peng, do you know who the other five yuan belong to?"

Peng Boran shook his head: "I don't know. But I know someone has always wanted to get these maps?"

"Who is it?"

Xiao Jinghuan was so curious, this matter is getting more and more mysterious now.

"I don't know. I've been checking. But the other party is very, very powerful..."

"How do you know that the other party is very, very powerful?"

Xiao Jing asked happily.

Peng Boran was silent for a while: "Do you know why I am on this path? It's not because I like this profession so much, but because I want to find a truth."

"What truth?"

"The truth about my father's death."

Xiao Jinghuan heard of this reason for the first time today.

　There is one more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)