Tripod wedding

Chapter 52

Fu Tianze looked at the girl who was finally quiet, her eyes were watery.

Those eyes were not overflowing with affection, but "seeing death as home".

Ah.

How could he, in this situation...

How could he ruin the last good thing between them.

"Don't cry, eh?"

"Fu Tianze, I..."

Xu Qingru said with a trembling voice.

What a fool.

Fu Tianze hugged Xu Qingru and smiled:

"You think I asked you to come back to me because of this?"

He raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose: "Who do you think I am?"

Xu Qingru sniffed: "Then what do you want?"

Fu Tianze laughed:

"Xiao Ru, your mood fluctuates too much today, go to sleep first, wake up tomorrow, let's talk about this matter, okay?"

Since she was so proactive tonight, he always wanted to give her some "sweetness".

Of course, in fact, he wanted some "sweetness".

It's been a long time, and I haven't hugged her to sleep.

Fu Tianze's embrace was still the temperature in his memory.

She wanted to cry a little, very hypocritical.

Now she is almost unaccompanied, her father has passed away, her mother has entered a mental hospital, and that unpredictable sister's strange attitude towards her makes her terrified.

Unexpectedly, the last thing she could rely on was this "ex-husband" who had cheated her so much that she had made up her mind never to have anything to do with him again.

"Fu Tianze, my father is dead, and I only have the information he left for me. Will you go back on your word and not make a deal with me after you wake up?"

Xu Qingru suddenly felt a little scared, if even Fu Tianze could no longer be relied on, how would she survive?How to find out the father's case?
Fu Tianze tightened his arms, and said casually: "Don't worry, I won't go back on my word. But we'll talk about these things tomorrow, huh?"

Xu Qingru let out a muffled "hmm", and unconsciously fell asleep in his arms.

In her deep sleep, she subconsciously stretched out her arms to hug him.

This action stunned Fu Tianze who hadn't closed his eyes to rest.

He lowered his head and saw her hugging him so unsuspectingly, moved and felt sorry for her.

How could this feeling please him so much?Now she really can only rely on him, and she can't escape anymore.

He should thank Xu Huiping, because Xu Huiping gave this daughter such an identity and gave her those materials, so she had no choice but to be involved and had to turn to him for help.

Fu Tianze lowered her head, she seemed to feel it, but she moved into his arms more dependently, contentedly, just like countless nights before.

A few days ago, this person was just sternly saying that he was indifferent to him.

Ah.

Sure enough, little liar.

*
Kuncheng, the old residence of the Fu family.

As the morning approached, Fu Jinsong, who always went to bed early, uncharacteristically, was still sitting in the study, holding the taotie-patterned bronze amulet with a dignified expression.

What happened recently is extraordinary.

Xu Huiping must be planning something, but has this plan disappeared with his death?
People from the northern and southern factions were eager to move, as if they were running towards something. All the clues and directions finally concentrated on one person.

That little girl named Xu Qingru.

When Fu Tianze came to him and asked him to "help" the little girl, what he discovered was not only the unusual relationship between his grandson and the little girl, but also the things that Xu Qingru might have to bear.

People from the Fu family, the Xu family, and the Gu family... Generation after generation, no one can get rid of this "burden".

The three of them, how many children and grandchildren would they sacrifice for those things?

However, Xu Huiping's choice was not Xu Ruofan, but Xu Qingru.

This is the extra-marital daughter that has been neglected by the Xu family and hidden by Xu Hueping.

As far as he knew, Xu Hueping left all his property to Xu Ruofan, and Xu Qingru's mother and daughter probably only had those "materials" that would bring them death.

Mr. Fu put down the bronze jue and recalled the day when Xu Qingru appraised the item.

At that time, he made it clear that Xu Hueping's choice was not wrong.

"Grandpa Fu, are you inside?"

There was a knock on the door.

"Yunzhi? Please come in."

Mr. Fu returned to his senses, raised his head, and saw Gu Yunzhi coming in wearing home clothes. Judging by his appearance, he "also" couldn't fall asleep.

"Grandpa Fu, you haven't slept yet?"

"Aren't you up too? Come here and have a chat with my old man."

"Ah."

Gu Yunzhi walked over, sat down on the leather chair in front of the desk, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the bronze jue on the desk.

"Fake 'Guangfu Xin' Bronze Lord?"

"Oh, it's hard for you to remember it."

"I've only seen pictures of it. When I was a child, my grandfather told me something."

"Well, when your grandfather took pictures of it, your father wasn't born yet."

Mr. Fu sighed, and picked up the bronze jue again, his eyes flashed with memories of the past.

"This forgery is so real, it's the same as the one in Anyang Museum. Even if I see it at such a close distance now, I can't tell it's a forgery."

Hearing what Gu Yunzhi said, Mr. Fu laughed, and handed the Bronze Jue to him:
"Because it is the same as the one in the Anyang Museum, it cannot be authentic. How can there be two identical pieces of this kind of artifact? Unless I stole it from the Anyang Museum."

Gu Yunzhi also laughed:
"You are joking, who dares to say that you 'steal'."

"A little girl, in order to determine whether I stole it, she 'watched' for nearly an hour."

Gu Yunzhi was a little surprised: "Look? You mean, 'Mujian'?"

"Well, it's 'Mu Jian', an old method from a long time ago."

"Not Ruofan?"

Times have changed, and scientific and technological appraisals are changing with each passing day. Nowadays, there are very few young people who are willing to learn the old method of "visual inspection" to identify ancient objects. Even if there are, it is difficult to have this kind of talent.Gu Yunzhi and Xu Ruofan are exceptions, apart from their own extremely high savvy, we should also thank them for their long and strong family tradition.

　The first two chapters. . .I already. . . . .Do your best. . .

　　
　
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