After the flash marriage, my uncle pampered me every day

Gu Xinxin returned her gaze and looked at the door of the banquet hall.

Jiang Lieyang wore a light-colored suit and walked in slowly with elegant steps. His whole person seemed to have highlights.

The guests came forward one after another to toast and say hello, just like a picture of stars holding the moon...

In fact, when Huo Xiangyin came in just now, a group of people like that came around to fawn over him, but because the man Huo Xiangyin was too cold, he didn't give those people a good look, so they all stepped aside and didn't dare to talk anymore. excuse me.

Jiang Lieyang was quite different. He was very good at dealing with those who flattered him. He would toast with them, nod and smile, and respond to those flattering remarks in a smooth and worldly manner. However, when talking and laughing, he showed an imperceptible indifference. Not eye-catching.

When Gu Xinxin looked at Jiang Lieyang, Jiang Lieyang also accidentally saw her who shouldn't be here. His eyes paused for a second, then returned to normal and continued to clink glasses and chat with an older man next to him. , no longer looking at her.

Gu Xinxin shrugged and stopped looking at Jiang Canyang. She slowly moved her eyes away and looked around the entire banquet hall carefully...

Most of the people attending the banquet today were middle-aged and elderly people, and there were relatively few young people.

Because this birthday banquet is generally designed for middle-aged and elderly people, not the kind of fashionable dinner that young people like.

There is no dance floor, no high-end elegant symphony orchestra accompaniment, but an antique stage set up in the hall. The performers on the stage are well-known actors from the capital who have paid a lot of money to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Murong.

Mr. Murong was a well-known fan of Peking Opera. Gu Xinxin had done some homework before coming here, so the traditional style of the banquet did not surprise her.

However, among contemporary young people, how many can sit down quietly and listen to opera that has been passed down for hundreds of years?

Most of them come to give birthday gifts to the elderly, sit down politely and stay for a while, then find an excuse to leave.

For them, it is too painful to sit with their elders and listen to the opera!

But Gu Xinxin is different. She has always been interested in traditional arts. When she was a child, she lived in the countryside. There was a grandfather in the village who loved Peking Opera. He played Peking Opera at the entrance of the village every day with a heavy tape recorder, and then learned to sing line by line along with the tape. .

When Gu Xinxin was young, she lived in a nunnery. There was no TV to watch and no peers to play with. Moreover, she quickly read all the books in the nunnery's library. When she was really bored, she would run away by herself. I went to listen to that grandpa singing. After listening for a long time, I found it very interesting.

Therefore, now that she is staying at this banquet to listen to the opera, she does not feel any pain, and she still finds it very enjoyable.

Moreover, the overall feeling of Murong's house was comfortable and friendly to her!

She thought, when she was little, her mother must have brought her here, right? In her mother's natal family, she experienced beautiful and warm things, but she didn't remember the specific circumstances. She just left her inner feelings in her subconscious...

Thinking of this, Gu Xinxin looked at Old Man Murong again. Old Man Murong was sitting there chatting with several elderly people of about the same age, discussing the Peking Opera excerpts on the stage.

Mr. Murong's body seems to be quite strong and his energy is also very good. It's just that when he mentioned his missing daughter and granddaughter, the old man showed some sadness...

Gu Xinxin felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart. Her mother must have been a very loved daughter in this family, right? It's a pity that I married the wrong man and spent my life wrongly...

"How will you be here?"

Suddenly hearing Jiang Lieyang's question, Gu Xinxin put away her thoughts, came back to her senses, and did not panic. She just calmly turned her head to look at her boss and replied: "Mr. Jiang, I'm here to give you a message, Mr. Jiang." Grandfather’s birthday wishes.”

Jiang Lieyang stared at her displeased and frowned, "Who brought you in?"

Gu Xinxin said: "It's Miss Jiang."

Sorry, she lied!

Because she promised Jiang Canyang not to tell his brother that he brought her in.

But if no one brought her in, she snuck in on her own... Not only is this statement completely unbelievable, but she might be kicked out immediately, so we can only say that Jiang Xianyue brought her in!

Jiang Lieyang had no choice but to talk about Jiang Xianyue. Even if he was unhappy, how could he be willing to blame his precious sister!

Did Xianxian bring Gu Xinxin in? Jiang Lieyang's eyebrows frowned.

Gu Xinxin was right. Jiang Lieyang would not blame Jiang Xianyue, and for the sake of his precious sister, he did not immediately call someone to drive her out of here.

At this time, Qingyun hurried in from outside, thinking about something. When he saw his master here, he hurried over and said, "Young Master, I have a call for you. It's urgent."

Jiang Lieyang glanced at Gu Xinxin coldly with impatient eyes, then reached out to take Qingyun's phone, "What's the matter?

found it? where! "

I heard Jiang Lieyang say these words neatly to the phone, then turned around and walked quickly to a quiet place to talk on the phone in detail...

After that, he never came back.

Gu Xinxin listened to the play in the banquet hall for a while, and had almost observed the layout of the entire house. Then she got up and walked around, looking for any clues about her mother's disappearance that she could start investigating...

While strolling around, she saw a particularly large oil painting of a family portrait in the house.

There were many people painted on the painting, dozens of them. Gu Xinxin didn't recognize most of them. He only recognized old man Murong, old woman Murong, her mother, the old man from the Jiang family, and Jiang Lie, who looked about ten years old. Positive.

And, herself.

But at that time, she was still a little baby being held by her mother.

Gu Xinxin’s brushstrokes in this painting are unmistakable. They were painted by her mother. This is a family portrait painted by her mother herself.

At that time, she should have just been born, and she was still a child with a family, and her mother was by her side...

It's a pity that life is unpredictable. Later, she didn't know what happened that she didn't know. Her mother was wrongly accused of being an indiscreet woman by the Jiang family and was kicked out of the house. Her mother took her young daughter and fled...

Later, she also separated from her mother, and she has never been seen again!

One thing that Gu Xinxin didn't quite understand was that her mother was wrongfully kicked out of the house by the Jiang family. Why didn't she take her back to her parents' home? And why didn't she leave the young girl in the care of her parents' family instead of handing her over to an old classmate who was neither a relative nor an acquaintance?

There are too many doubts about what happened back then, and I feel contradictory no matter how I think about it...

Suddenly, Gu Xinxin noticed something strange in the air, turned her head suddenly, and saw a figure trying to run away furtively...