The years when I was an old man

Zhaixing Zhang turned to look at Huo Yutong. Huo Yutong nodded slightly before he continued:

"I know that you all want to know where the picture scroll left by Mr. Mei is now. Perhaps only Miss Huo knows this. Miss Huo is willing to tell Mr. Huang face to face. I think you should go with Mr. Huang, please let me know..."

My heart couldn't help but move, and I became more and more confused.

At first, Huo Yutong gave the painting to me for no reason.

He just said that this painting is of great importance and I must take good care of it.

But now, she wants to use this condition to see Huang Shigong.

Could it be that she would really tell me out?

At this moment, the old accountant and Liu Yunxiu looked at each other.

Under the moonlight, both of their eyes showed a bit of surprise.

"Hold on!"

As soon as the old accountant finished speaking, he walked towards the yard.

But Uncle Zhong stood there, playing the pipa, and didn't give way.

"Go away!"

Uncle Zhong turned a deaf ear, and after a while he looked up at the old accountant and said:

"Did you just say that Mr. Mei has no credibility?"

"I said it, so what?"

"clang!"

Then Uncle Zhong exerted a strong force, and a pipa string immediately broke into two pieces.

Then, he looked up into the air and said slowly:

"I hate two kinds of people most of my life. First, those who insult my parents. Second, those who ruin Mr. Mei's reputation. Now, I ask you to apologize to Mr. Mei!"

"Apologise? What if I don't?"

The old accountant leaned on his cane and had a sneer on his face.

Uncle Zhong rolled the broken string with his fingers, and said slowly:

"Simple, only one of you and me can survive today!"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhong raised his head sharply.

There was a decisive killing intent in his turbid eyes.

The old accountant turned his head to look at Huo Yutong, and made a please gesture with one hand.

"Miss Huo, you also saw it. Mr. Mei's fire will not allow me to pass, and he will fight me desperately. What do you want me to do?"

Huo Yutong looked at Uncle Zhong and said softly:

"Uncle Zhong, let him in!"

Uncle Zhong stared at the old accountant, but did not move, the murderous intent in his eyes unabated.

The old accountant sneered, and turned around and said:

"What's the point of asking people to leave the tea? You are the king's son. Merlot is dead, and what his widow said, you, a fire general, don't take seriously at all..."

I could clearly see that the string was almost pinched into Uncle Zhong's fingers.

It was clear that he was struggling internally.

After a while, he turned sideways and gave way.

Zhang Fan touched me lightly and whispered:

"Why is there such a strange relationship between Uncle Zhong and Huo Yutong?"

"What do you mean?"

I lowered my voice and asked.

Zhang Fan shook his head and whispered:

"I can't say for sure. Although they both want to avenge Mello, they always feel that there is a stiff distance between them..."

Zhang Fan's words reminded me of the night when He Songbai delivered fake antiques.

Uncharacteristically, Mr. Wu smashed his beloved purple clay pot.

He seemed to be venting something, but he didn't seem to be able to say it.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the old accountant walking out of the bamboo building again.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the old accountant nodded slightly to Huo Yutong and said with a smile:

"Miss Huo, Mr. Huang said that the painting was a relic left by Mr. Mei. Miss Huo should take good care of it. He cannot take away people's love, and he has no interest in that painting..."

Ok?

All the relevant people present could not help but be shocked.

How could Huang Shigong not be interested in this painting?

You know, the old accountant mentioned that painting many times.

Even his visit to Bahuang this time has a lot to do with that painting.

"In addition, Mr. Huang also said that he has been tired from traveling all the way and is physically exhausted. He will not meet Miss Huo today. When the star list is over, he will specifically apologize to Miss Huo for what happened today. Miss Huo, Please come back..."

At this moment, Huo Yutong also looked confused.

Obviously, she did not expect Huang Shi Guild to refuse like this.

But what I was thinking was different. It seemed that the two-fingered old man today was not Huang Shigong at all.

Because his goal is my painting.

My mind was in chaos at the moment, and I couldn't figure it out more and more.

Zhang Fan touched me again, and she swayed slightly behind her, signaling that she was leaving.

After walking out of the crowd, Zhang Fan immediately said:

"It's best not to let Huo Yutong see it, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed!"

"Why the embarrassment?"

"Obviously, that painting is with you!"

what?

I knew Zhang Fan had a superior IQ, but I didn't expect her judgment to be so accurate.

"Have you met Huang Shigong? Or has your father spoken about him?"

Zhang Fan looked up into the air, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Hardly said it, but..."

Before he could say anything else, a bright light suddenly shone over him.

Zhang Fan and I stood there subconsciously, covering our eyes with our hands.