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After Zhao Jiang confirmed that his friend Lu Fei was okay, he returned to the Zhao family's old home.

The Zhao family's old house has always been quiet and solemn. The majestic house is silent in the night, just like the solemn and stern style of the Zhao family.

Zhao Jiang's mood at the moment was very complicated.

He always felt that he had smelled the smell of Mr. Fan Qingliu somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Zhao Jiang is a serious person. If he hadn't figured out the source of the smell, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

So, in the quiet old house, Zhao Jiang wandered around alone, trying to figure out the source of the smell. He remembered clearly that he smelled it somewhere in the old house.

After wandering for a long time, Zhao Jiang suddenly stopped at the entrance of a quiet courtyard.

Usually few people come to that courtyard, but today the lights are on inside.

That was the yard of his great-uncle, Zhao Xuchen.

Zhao Jiang seemed to be guided by something and walked inside.

He was attracted by the fake peach blossom branch in the yard that looked just like the real one.

No matter how many times he came, he would always be shocked by his uncle's skill at imitating flowers.

This peach blossom branch is really lifelike, as if you can smell the fragrance through the delicate flower bones.

He couldn't help but imagine, what kind of person was his uncle Zhao Xuchen?

Before he could stay any longer, he heard a muffled cough coming from inside the house.

Zhao Jiang frowned and quickly walked in.

Sure enough, when he raised his eyes, he saw his grandfather Zhao Xuwang staring at a piece of writing in the room.

Zhao Jiang stepped forward slowly and asked with concern: "Grandpa, it's almost winter. Why don't you rest so late?"

My grandfather and my uncle had a deep relationship. I heard that my uncle died because of a warlock who was pierced by thousands of arrows. My grandfather was so sad that he became seriously ill.

Over the years, my uncle's house has always been clean and complete, which is also the result of my grandfather's careful care.

Zhao Jiang felt a little sorry.

It's a pity that my uncle died young, leaving those close to him sad for decades.

When Zhao Xuwang saw Zhao Jiang, he lowered his lips to cover up his cough, and asked in a muffled voice: "What are you doing here?"

When Zhao Jiang heard this, he didn't dare to say that he was stubborn and came here to smell something. He just said in a covert manner: "I can't sleep and go out for a walk. I saw the lights are on here, so I came in and took a look."

When Zhao Xuwang heard this, he didn't say anything more. He lowered his head and looked at the calligraphy in his hand.

He has always been more tolerant of this grandson who looks very similar to his younger brother.

At this time, Zhao Jiang also noticed the words in Zhao Xuwang's hand. He took two steps forward curiously and looked over with lowered eyes.

The calligraphy was very good, and it looked like it was Zhao Xuchen's own handwriting.

Zhao Jiang saw the words and muttered unconsciously.

"The clear stream is full of water, and the beautiful white angelica grows."

Zhao Jiang couldn't help but curled his lips and said, "This is Chen Zi'ang's poem. Does your uncle also like it?"

When Zhao Xuwang heard this, he snorted slightly mockingly.

"I don't like this poem, I just like the name in it."

Zhao Jiang was stunned, the name in the poem?

He looked carefully and murmured: "Baizhi..."

Zhao Jiang's eyes flashed, isn't this Miss Bai's name?

He had some weird thoughts in his mind, but they were too outrageous and he didn't dare to say them out loud.

There are many people with the same name in this world, and it is not unusual for them to be called Bai Zhi. He looked at it carefully with his eyebrows raised, and suddenly his eyes trembled.

"The clear stream is full of water, and the luxuriant Angelica dahurica grows...the clear stream, the Angelica dahurica..."

How could it be such a coincidence that it suddenly included the names of two people he knew.

Fan Qingliu, Baizhi.

It's true, no coincidence can make a book.

At this time, Zhao Xuwang seemed to have finally seen enough. He put the word back to its original place and took out a handkerchief with crooked embroidery on it. The pattern looked very eye-catching.

But the silk and satin looked so radiant and precious.

What a waste.

Zhao Jiang frowned strangely, not understanding who could waste things like this.

At this moment, a strange fragrance suddenly broke into the tip of his nose. When Zhao Jiang smelled this smell, his pupils suddenly trembled.

This smell... turns out to be exactly the same as Fan Qingliu's smell!

Zhao Jiang's head was buzzing, and he suddenly felt that everything was in chaos.

Why does Fan Qingliu's body smell exactly like the smell of his uncle's old things?

And that poem.

Qingliu, Angelica dahurica...

......

At this time, Fan Qingliu, who was worried about Zhao Jiang, was sitting in the living room of the Bai family.

He Yunfang is very enthusiastic about this rare young talent in Beicheng.

This Fan Qingliu is just like other people's children. He doesn't have to worry about adults at all. He can carry such a big stall of the Fan family by himself. It's really impressive.

Who doesn't like this kind of child?

He Yunfang habitually shouted to the side: "Xiao He, bring that snack over here."

When Bai He heard this, he happily responded: "Hey, come on, come on."

Fan Qingliu, Yang Wuyou and others looked at Bai He, who was affectionately kissing He Yunfang, and then at Bai Zhi, who was as cold as ice. They always felt that Bai He and He Yunfang looked like mother and daughter.

Didn't you see that girl Bai He was grinning to the back of her head, and she was affectionately holding hands with He Yunfang for a while, and they were so close. The two of them were so close no matter how close they looked, and Bai Zhi was just like an ice cube. He seemed to be standing there, not saying a word to He Yunfang.

This scene is really weird.

Mother and daughter are like strangers, but those who have just known each other for a few days are like mother and daughter.

Strange indeed.

And He Yunfang really likes this little girl Bai He. She is sweet-tongued, cute, and very lovable. The key is that she is so similar to Xiao Zhi.

From hobbies to personality, He Yunfang once felt that this was her own Xiaozhi.

The people at this end are all thinking about their own things, and there is another person downstairs who is actively directing some people to work.

Fan Qingliu's personal assistant, Xiao Zheng, spoke carefully to some people who looked like porters.

"Yes, yes, these are moved to the second floor."

"This is Mr. Fan's favorite table. Be careful."

Fan Qingliu moved into the Bai family, and Xiao Zheng was the most worried.

Mr. Fan is a very particular person. He has to get used to everything and has all kinds of weird little habits. In short, he is very difficult to serve.

This time Mr. Fan will move into Bai's house, and he will at least make Mr. Fan's stay more comfortable.

Xiao Zheng enthusiastically decorated Fan Qingliu's residence in the Bai family, making the entire Bai family nervous.

The Bai family was really a little worried that such a giant Buddha was going to live in it. But when Xiao Zheng did this, they became even more worried.

What if something happens to President Fan in the Bai family?

Several members of the Bai family were still worried. Little Zheng excitedly picked up a pot and said to Fan Qingliu with some pride: "Mr. Fan, look, I will also bring this peach blossom that you love most." coming."

He Yunfang saw the peach blossoms and said in surprise: "Hey, it's winter, how come the peach blossoms are still blooming so well?"

Xiao Zheng said proudly when he heard this.

"How can this be done well? It's our boss Fan who has done a good job."