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There was another silence on the other end of the phone, and then the old man gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think there is something wrong with your mother? Or do you think your mother is not a normal person?"

There was a tinge of anger in these words. Now the old man really suspects that his boy has stayed with Wei Wei for a long time. His brain has been affected a little, and he has become suspicious. Now he suspects his old lady?

This is not bad, this is going to turn the sky upside down!

Gu An knew that the old man had misunderstood, but there was no time to explain, so he could only say: "Dad, I am not making trouble, I am also very clear-headed, this matter is very important, you know me, you will not make jokes about everything, so please be serious answer me."

This is the first time he heard his son talking to him so seriously, like a stranger, the old man also put away his anger, knowing that his son must have encountered some difficulties, he tried to think back, and then Shaking his head: "No, I have been with your mother for so many years, and I never felt that there was anything wrong with her."

"Your mother is a typical southern woman, small and exquisite, as gentle as water..."

Speaking of his old mother, Gu's father was obviously caught in the good old days, and all kinds of compliments came out of his mouth.

Gu An knew that his old man did not put money on his mother's face. His mother was indeed as the old man said, a very gentle woman, and her appearance was also extremely beautiful. Gu An inherited her mother's appearance.

But it's a pity that my old man didn't know what to ask, and I came out of the world in the painting again, so I couldn't enter it again.

Otherwise, if he can stay in the world in the painting for a while, maybe he can find some information about his mother.

After all, outside, he had never dreamed of having a relationship with his mother, such a deep dream...

So, that painting played a crucial role.

My own mother is definitely not ordinary.

The old man couldn't find what he wanted here, so Gu An had no choice but to say a few more words, then bid farewell to the old man and hung up the phone.

Gu An stood up and walked directly outside.

He wants to go home, the real home, the home that has been vacant for a long time.

Ever since the old man was sent to Kyoto, he never returned to that home.

This time, he wanted to go back to find the sachet, and by the way, see if there was anything special about the house that he had never suspected since he was a child.

He left the room and drove out in the minibus of the playground.

In reality, not much time has passed, but he has stayed in the ancient painting for so long, and now he comes out to look at it, and he feels a little strange.

Sitting in the car, looking at the familiar faces on both sides, as well as the weird scenes inside the car, the impression deepened a bit.

Under the weird rules of the playground that practice makes perfect, he easily escaped the attacks again and again, and left here quickly.

There is no too much nonsense with the old driver, it is simple and clear, go home.

Of course, the address will also be reported.

The old driver was a little surprised. As Gu An's full-time driver, he had never sent Gu An to his real home.

This time, I don't know what to do, but there must be something.

The old driver didn't talk too much, he answered, and drove to the address given by Gu An honestly.

The speed of the car is very fast, and it is unimpeded in the underground tunnel.

After several hours of driving, Gu An went home.

It's still the big yard, and everything that is familiar.

The place where I grew up, I was familiar with every scene and every thing inside just by looking at it.

Unlocking the dusty door lock, Gu An pushed the door in, while the old driver waited outside.

Looking at the familiar courtyard, Gu An smiled and felt a warmth.

Inexplicably, he felt something in his heart and called out the family members on him.

Old man, Ming, Xiuxiu...

"This is home."

Gu An looked at them and smiled softly.

Regardless of the reactions of his family members, he went straight into the house, walked to the cabinet familiarly, and began to writhe.

Soon, relying on memory, he found a red sachet in the corner of the drawer.

The familiar sachet is exactly the same as the one given by Han Xiuxiu in the ancient painting, but the word Xiu on it has fallen off and cannot be seen.

If the word hadn't been dropped, maybe Gu An might have thought of something when he was with Han Xiuxiu.

Holding the sachet, Gu An lost his mind for a while.

In the painting, a hundred years ago, he was holding a sachet, and now, a hundred years later, he is holding a sachet in reality. It seems that there is a definite plan in the dark.

"This sachet was left by my old lady, she said it was given by an old Taoist priest..."

Gu An looked at the sachet, talking to himself.

Some memories of his childhood were recalled in his mind, although the memory was not deep, but because of that dream, he recalled many things.

old Taoist...

This Gu An guessed that he should be a descendant of Longhushan, but he entrusted Zhang Huangwu to bring a message to the old heavenly master.

With the importance that the old heavenly master attaches to himself, he will definitely not underestimate this matter, and he will definitely arrange it properly in the future to ensure that this sachet can be sent to his ancestors, and then passed down...

In addition, this was only obtained in my mother's generation, which means that the previous ancestors, people in Longhu Mountain should have no contact, but have been watching secretly, until my father's generation, until I was born...

The people in Longhushan didn't give it directly to the ancestors of the Gu family, probably because they were afraid that there would be an accident in the middle.

That's why I waited until I was born and confirmed that my name was Gu An...

Gu An analyzed silently, and when he thought of his name again, he was shocked suddenly, it has something to do with the name...

My own mother is called Zhang Ran...

Surname Zhang...

In addition to my dream, the mother in the dream is not simple, could it be that my old lady is from Longhushan?

In fact, she was ordered by her teacher to marry her old man?

And, she never told the old man her real origin?

If the old lady is a disciple of Longhushan, then the weirdness in the dream can be explained clearly. After all, she is from Longhushan, so she must have some brushes in her hand.

This old celestial master played a good game of chess back then...