The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  622, unrequited love 162, do not know the opposite, 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 black down jacket, long, with a crimson cashmere cap on his head, a thick cashmere scarf around his neck, and he was bending his body and rubbing his aching thighs. , Seems to be hit and hurt, and doesn't say anything.

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

  The man in the black down jacket still ignored it.

   "Sir, thank you, if it weren't for your gear, I would have been hit. You...are you okay...or else, I will call a car and take you to the hospital to see..."

  Xiao Jinghuan poked her head to see what he looked like?

The man turned his head, wearing a big white mask on his face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a light color on the lenses. In other words, what do those eyes look like? I can't see it alone.

  What a strange person.

  After taking a few glances at her, he turned around and limped away.

"gentlemen."

  Why is this person so weird?

  Is this trying to be a good person without leaving a name?

  As usual, she would definitely ignore it, but today, she chased after her as if caught in an evil spirit.

   "Well, Daeen doesn't say thank you... I will give you a baked sweet potato..."

  She ran up and passed the hot baked sweet potato in a paper bag on her hand.

  I thought he would definitely not pick it up, who thought, this person hesitated for a while, and actually picked it up.

   "So you like roasted sweet potatoes too..."

  She smiled wide.

   "Hmm...thank you..."

His voice is very dumb, very dark, not as clear and calm as Shao Feng’s, it sounds like a man of a little age, but from the looks of his clothes, his age should not be particularly old, quite Young.

  She feels a little lost inexplicably.

   "I really don't need to go to the hospital?"

  She asked for confirmation again.

"fine."

  He stood there upright like loose, his figure was very tall and thin...

   "Oh, then I will 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 and watched quietly.

   "Grandma, two more big ones."

   "Girl, you are so small, can you eat such a big one?"

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

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

  She glanced at the two hot sweet potatoes in her hand, took a long sigh, and was about to leave when someone stopped her:

   "Miss, you dropped something..."

is it?

  She looked down, and she didn't know when there was a sandalwood bracelet beside her feet.

The beads are very small, one by one is smooth and round, pure black. A jade bead is embedded in a string of black beads. The word "Huan" is carved on the top. The head is twice as big as the others. The handwriting is very familiar. ...

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

  Feng Shao...

  That person was Shao Feng just now?

  This thought flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but slapped a spirit, and then laughed unconsciously. There was a voice reminding herself:

  Fool, Shao Feng is dead, and has been dead for several years, how could he still be alive?

  But if he is dead, how does this bead explain?

  Another voice asked a question.

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

  It must be like this, it is definitely like this. In this world, there is no such thing as resurrection from the dead...

   Then suppose, what if there is?

  Dear Xiao Jinghuan, you are now Changning’s wife. If Shao Feng is still alive, what can you do?

   Oh, hell, this assumption is too messy.

  She refused to think deeply, patted her face with her hand, walked into the teahouse, and went straight to the private room. In her mind, she tried very hard to put the accident behind.

  In the world, there is no such if.

  *

   "Lao Peng, I just bought sweet potatoes, I am loyal enough, I also bought one for you."

  As soon as he entered the box, Xiao Jinghuan exposed his friendship and nakedness.

  Peng Bairan held her chest and looked at her:

  "Don’t you like to eat? How come you don’t like it, so you buy it every time you see it? What is wrong with you? Is it obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

  This lack of appreciation made her stiff, and it took a long time before she answered:

  "Why don't I like to eat? I just choked easily after eating."

   Pulled a few napkins and spread them on the table. She split the yellow-hearted sweet potato into two, and the air was suddenly occupied by a strong smell.

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

  'S words, hit the key point sharply.

   "What do you want?"

  Xiao Jinghuan slanted a glance, taking a small bite:

  "It is impossible for anyone who has walked through my life to forget completely, but this is not in any way different from my current life, okay..."

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

   "I have nothing to say..."

  Xiao Jinghuan blew, speaking vaguely:

   "Don't talk nonsense. Let me be the main point... What do you want me to do?"

   "I have some interesting discoveries about Xue Xiaoyu's death."

  He fetched the computer and called up the file.

"what?"

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

  "The Xue family had an antique map from the family heirloom. Before the accident, Xue Xiaoyu took the map from the house and died of violent death.

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

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

  "This is the photo of that map...

   "It seems that the age is very old...

   "A Xiao...what's wrong with you? Any new discoveries?"

  Peng Boran stared at Xiao Jinghuan.

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

  She snatched the notebook over, and looked at it carefully, her tone must be incomparable:

   "Yes, it is from the Western Han Dynasty."

   "How did you know? And so sure?"

  Peng Bairan stared at:

  "Have you seen a similar map?"

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

  Before, she went to her brother’s house to see those maps. They were all antiques. Unexpectedly, Xue Xiaoyu also had them. What does this mean?

   "Actually, our family also has it."

  Peng Bairan added such a sentence suddenly, making Xiao Jinghuan's eyes widened.

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

  "The descendants of the eight guards under the seat of the Western Han Dynasty Yinfu Chu Chaoyang..."

   Ha ha ha...

  What's the situation?

   "Your family also has such a mission that has been passed down, the mission of guarding a map?"

  Xiao Jing blinked his eyes happily, with wonder in his heart.

   "Yes. There is one... and it is passed down from male to female. It is a thing that has been guarded for generations. No matter how poor it is, it will not be sold. It must be preserved no matter how good it is. It is placed in a special box..."

  Peng Bairan said, his tone changed:

"That thing is now a sky-high price. Three years ago, I participated in an auction in the United States. There was such a similar map, which was photographed by a man named Ye in eight figures. And it is not certain. Is it genuine or fake..."

  Eight digits?

  This news is really shocking.

"I heard that this map is made up of 11 pieces. Now, there are three pieces in our house. You have one piece. One piece was taken away. If you say that the Xue family also has one piece, it means: Five yuan is missing. Lao Peng, do you know who owns the other five yuan?"

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

   "Who is it?"

  Xiao Jinghuan died of curiosity, this matter is really getting more and more mysterious now.

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

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

  Xiao Jinghuan asked.

  Peng Bairan was silent for a moment: "Do you know why I took this path? Not because of how I like this job, but because I want to find a truth."

   "What's the truth?"

   "The truth about my father's death."

  This is the reason Xiao Jinghuan has heard for the first time today.