sincerity of lies

Or there is another possibility.

Ji Xun looked at Zhang Chunhua from afar and thought to himself.

For example, Zhang Chunhua is not Yingying's biological mother, but Yingying's adoptive mother.But judging from the information collected before, these two people have no obvious "non-biological" point...

"All right!"

Suddenly there was an angry scolding from ahead.

Ji Xun looked over at the first time and saw Yingying's distorted half face.

At this moment, Yingying seemed to be ignited by anger. This raging anger not only engulfed Yingying herself, but also wanted to devour Zhang Chunhua like a monster!

Ji Xun was surprised.

While thinking, he didn't relax his observation of the mother and daughter. Before Yingying got angry, he didn't find out what Zhang Chunhua said that made people angry. Judging from the mouth shape, Zhang Chunhua just asked Yingying to bring her something ...

After all, this is a public place. After the initial out-of-control anger, Yingying glanced around quickly, barely controlling her expression.

She seemed wary of other people's gazes.

She lowered her voice and said to her mother in a vicious tone: "I said it all, no, no! You are so confused, there is no such thing, I need to tell you a few times!"

After saying this, Yingying didn't want to stay any longer, grabbed the hat and sunglasses that were originally on the table, and rushed out angrily with the group of people who came with her.

The pedestrians passed by Ji Xun, and Ji Xun met Yingying through the crowd.

The pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes that are very similar to Huo Ranyin, on Yingying's face at this moment, neither the indifference of Huo Ranyin when he was careless, nor the gentleness of Huo Ranyin when he was affectionate.

Those eyes were deformed due to anger.

But this transformation, when Yingying realized that Ji Xun was looking at her, was controlled by the master.

Her eyes stretched, calmed down, and became graceful again. She picked Ji Xun at the end of her eyes, then put on her sunglasses, and stepped on her high-heeled shoes as she walked forward with a crisp sound, like the Queen's The scepter was hitting the ground.

Yingying left, Ji Xun turned his gaze to Zhang Chunhua.

He walked to Zhang Chunhua's table.

As he got closer, some small details that he hadn't noticed just now appeared in front of Ji Xun.

He noticed that there was a small basket on Zhang Chunhua's lap. Inside the basket were various kinds of wool and a few short knitting needles. There were also some exquisitely woven little figures. Not only the hair and facial features were clearly distinguishable, but even the clothes and jewelry were mutually exclusive. collocation.It's just that the style is a bit monotonous.

Every woolen figure in it is a girl, and she is always dressed as a vice lady, just like Barbie dolls are always wearing princess dresses.

While Ji Xun was observing Zhang Chunhua, the woman weaving dolls with her head bowed suddenly raised her face.

She looked at Ji Xun with no expression on her face: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Before Ji Xun could speak, the service staff beside him said skillfully, "He is Yingying's friend, and he is here as a guest."

The frost on Zhang Chunhua's face melted, and she quickly put the basket on her lap beside her, stood up and said, "So I'm looking for Yingying, please sit down, I'll pour tea and refreshments for you."

With that said, he walked directly to the water dispenser in the hall.

Ji Xun: "..."

He couldn't help but glance at the person next to him, thinking that this assist is okay?

The service staff took Ji Xun to sit down and talked with him in a low voice: "Aunt Zhang is a little seriously ill and usually doesn't care about others, but in our contact with her, we found that as long as Yingying is mentioned, she will become enthusiastic." Don't think that the mother and daughter will quarrel soon after staying together, but the relationship is still very deep."

Zhang Chunhua came back, holding a tray in his hand, on which there were tea sets and snacks. They were obviously ordinary snacks that were placed on the table in nursing homes for the elderly to eat casually. Zhang Chunhua turned them upside down, making them exactly the same as the villain she was weaving. exquisite.

Before getting sick, this aunt should be a person who pays attention to the quality of life.Ji Xun thought to himself, and then thought of Yingying.Therefore, the daughter also has the same emphasis.

After putting the things on the table, Zhang Chunhua didn't sit down, but stood by the table and waited. It was the service staff who said "Auntie, sit down too", and she bowed her head and sat down as if she had received an order.

"I'm sorry you two, Yingying is not here today..."

"It doesn't matter." Ji Xun entered the state, and naturally, "We are waiting for her here. By the way, where did Yingying go?"

"Today is Wednesday. Yingying rides a horse in the morning and goes to a tea party in the afternoon." Zhang Chunhua said without thinking.

As the chat deepened, Ji Xun soon discovered that in Zhang Chunhua's mind, Yingying was a well-deserved eldest lady, and she had arrangements for every day from Monday to Sunday, and these arrangements ranged from horse riding to playing the piano, from social gatherings to dance parties , highlighting in an all-round way the daily life of a young lady who lives in an ancient castle and is followed by eight maids every time she goes out.

Ji Xun feels that Yingying actually lives exquisitely, but Yingying's existing exquisiteness is not the exquisiteness in Zhang Chunhua's mind.

Illness can sometimes be ironic.

He didn't laugh, but the service staff couldn't help it and laughed.

After laughing, she looked up, only to realize that Zhang Chunhua had stopped talking at some point, her face hung down again, and her eyes were fixed on her.

She panicked: "Aunt Zhang..."

"Aunt Zhang," Ji Xun took the conversation, "I heard you and Yingying arguing outside before, what are you arguing about?"

"We didn't quarrel." Zhang Chunhua's attention was immediately attracted by Ji Xun who mentioned Yingying, "We won't quarrel."

"But Yingying is very angry." Ji Xun said.

"Yingying is angry," Zhang Chunhua murmured, "because that thing is missing."

"what?"

"That thing... that thing is very important." Zhang Chunhua shook her head, "It's gone, Yingying will blame me, she is very angry, that thing needs to be found, it was stolen by a thief..."

thing.

What the hell is this?

In the argument just now, Yingying got angry because Zhang Chunhua mentioned this thing, saying that there was no such thing; Zhang Chunhua said that it was because of the loss that Yingying got angry.

Who is telling the truth?

Ji Xun tried a few insinuations, but Zhang Chunhua never said what the "thing" was, but kept talking to himself about "lost" and "found it".

Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Ji Xun could only stand up.

At the end of leaving, he looked back at Zhang Chunhua.

Because of their departure, Zhang Chunhua lowered her head and started knitting dolls again. The sky outside the window was dark and the lights were turned on.The tiles and utensils began to flicker collectively, flashing a delicate and cold light.

After coming out of the nursing home, Ji Xun randomly found a hotel nearby to stay.

He didn't have much appetite, and didn't really want to eat dinner, so he simply went to the bathroom to take a shower, then sat down at the table with a towel on, reopened Yingying's personal homepage, browsed Yingying's personal photos and videos, and these things Fan comments below.

Before I saw the real person, I didn't have too many associations when I saw these.

After seeing the real person, looking at these again, I have some strange feelings.

This is not Yingying's fault.

It’s just that his expectations were too high at the beginning. He has subconsciously equated Yingying with the continuation of “Huo Qiying”, hoping to see “Huo Qiying” from Yingying, or get enough inspiration for him to directly describe “Huo Qiying”... …It's a pity that after contacting it, it feels a little strange. At present, there are still many doubts.

Yingying... Yingying should indeed have a silhouette belonging to Huo Qiying.

But maybe Huo Qiying didn't just grow up like Yingying.Huo Qiying's appearance should be...

Ji Xun was a little distracted.

After he calmed down again, he stopped the pen in his hand and looked at the painting that appeared on the paper.

He draws imaginary people on paper.

He seems to have painted a portrait of Huo Ranyin, but the person in the painting is softer and more elegant than Huo Ranyin, possessing the style of the old era that has passed away.

Too taken for granted and too unimaginative.

If that's all, why did he come all the way from Ning City to Fujian Province to investigate these things?Wouldn't it be better to stay at home and draw sketches for Huo Ranyin?

Ji Xun was about to tear up the painting when his phone rang suddenly. He glanced at it and saw that it was Huo Ranyin who sent the video.

Ji Xun swiped the screen with his finger, picked it up, and saw the door of his house, Huo Ranyin was entering the house.

"Got home?"

"Ah."

"This morning, did you make any progress?"

"Almost none. What about you?" Huo Ranyin asked.

"Here I am..." Ji Xun was thinking about where to start, and happened to be holding the picture he just drew in his hand, so he held it up for Huo Ranyin to see.

When Huo Ranyin was changing his shoes, he glanced at the screen with a slightly strange look on his face.

"Are you drawing me?"

"It can't be counted."

"My sexual switch?"

"It is." Ji Xun admitted.

"I can't tell you still like this one."

Huo Ranyin didn't look at the camera again.He was holding the phone, and Ji Xun could only see Huo Ranyin casually taking off the coat he threw into the sofa through the shaking of the camera.Then there was the body thrown on the sofa—Huo Ranyin was probably tired, so he threw himself on the sofa.

"What do you mean I am so good, I am not a serious person." Ji Xun protested, "This is a clue!"

"Oh--"

The mobile phone was propped up on the coffee table, and the camera was pointed at Huo Ranyin on the sofa, but it was slightly slanted, making Huo Ranyin's long legs even more slender.

Huo Ranyin leaned on the sofa, bent his elbows, and rested his forehead. After he made a meaningful sound, he smiled half-smile.

"Just a clue? It seems I misunderstood, you don't like black silk?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, while speaking, Huo Ranyin crossed his legs, and the legs gathered his trousers, forming a frivolous arc.

Ji Xun inevitably had some reveries that belonged to the night.

Huo Ranyin loosened his legs again, unbuttoned two buttons casually, leaned forward, and said to Ji Xun:

"I love grids."

……

It's getting darker.

In the nursing home, the lights are turned on one after another, and the lights are turned off one after another. The clock on the wall goes from the number 6 to 12 all the way.

All the old people returned to their rooms and lay on their beds.into sleep.

Only the window of one room was quietly opened.

The room is on the first floor, and the lawn is outside the window.The man climbed through the window, walked up the lawn, and walked all the way to the back door of the nursing home.

This door here, don't lock it.

The man pushed open the door, walked to the road, and was finally illuminated by the street lamps on the side of the street.

She pursed her lips and tightly held the basket in her hand. Inside the basket were delicate dolls stacked on top of each other.

She is Zhang Chunhua!