Mu Lengrui lingered in front of the painting for a while, then took down the painting and used a dagger to pry open the mounting layer. He wanted to take the painting away, but taking the frame away was too troublesome and too conspicuous.
"Why are you touching it?" Dai Yuxiao stopped her. It was a portrait of her mother. She would feel uncomfortable if she saw anyone touching that painting.
"Take it back, it may be a clue in the future..." Mu Lengrui explained while taking action.
"It's just a painting, how can it be a clue?" Dai Yuxiao was puzzled.
"If I'm not wrong about this painting, it should have been painted by your mother's lover. Don't you think it's strange that it's still hanging here after so many years? How do you know your mother's affection for this person? Maybe it's true lingering love.
It's not over yet." After saying the words "The love is over", Mu Lengrui's expression was stern, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.
"What lingering feelings are there? Don't slander my mother like this!" Dai Yuxiao became excited again and wanted to snatch the painting from him.
"Don't move! If you move, it will tear off!" Mu Lengrui did not dodge or dodge. His words were enough to shock him, and there was no need to dodge. "Do you dare to say that you have no lingering feelings for Dongfang Jingyi now?"
This man is here again. It turns out that the lingering emotions are alluding to her. Does he care so much about Dongfang Jingyi? Does he care about her former ex-husband in name only?
Dai Yuxiao didn't want to argue too much, for fear of offending this unstable man, which would be even more detrimental to Dongfang Jingyi.
Mu Lengrui was busy dismantling the painting with a cold face, while Dai Yuxiao walked around the study to see what else he found.
"Here is a violin!" Dai Yuxiao shouted in surprise, a violin lying quietly on the bottom of the bookshelf.
Dai Yuxiao picked it up. Although it was still clean, the varnish on the surface had peeled off. She fiddled with the strings. After just a slight fiddle, the strings broke immediately. It seemed that after more than ten years of wind and rain, it
It has been idle for too long, and its original charm is gradually disappearing.
This should be the violin her mother used. It has been preserved to this day. If the strings are not broken, it can still be used.
Dai Yuxiao held it in her arms as if hugging a precious treasure. She was careful to take it away.
"There is a letter in this painting!" Mu Lengrui used a dagger to pry open the interlayer and found an envelope. It felt thick and looked like a folded letter paper.
"Really?" Dai Yuxiao ran over with a violin in hand, a look of joy on his face.
The envelope is an ordinary kraft paper envelope. Its original brown color has turned into dark brown.
Fortunately, it was hung on the wall. If it had been placed in a humid place, the painting, together with the letter, would have been corroded over more than ten years.
"Look, it says Shen Mengqin personally addressed it, but there is no signature on the envelope." Mu Lengrui showed the front of the envelope to Dai Yuxiao. The elegant fonts showed through the feeling of the back of the paper.
"Open it quickly and take a look. It's probably written by the person who painted my mother's portrait..." Dai Yuxiao took the letter and found that someone had opened the envelope and looked at it. There were traces of shredded paper stuck to the offset seal on the cover of the envelope. It should have been opened.
It tore when I opened it.
The two of them opened it and looked at it. The letter was several pages and neatly folded. It was obvious that the person who wrote the letter had a delicate mind.
The letter was very long, so Dai Yuxiao skimmed it briefly. It was written to her mother, Shen Mengqin, and signed to Liu Yuan.
Liu Yuan? Is Feng Yan the lover who eloped with her mother? The letter he wrote is hidden in the interlayer of this picture frame. If Mu Lengrui hadn't accidentally discovered it, there might never have been a chance to see the light of day again.
Dai Yuxiao read the letter carefully with doubts.
"Dear Mengqin, please allow me to call you this for the last time, even though you are now someone else's wife and have a lovely daughter.
When I received your last letter and knew that you had fallen in love with that man and were willing to stay with him forever, I didn't know whether I was happy or sad, whether I should envy that man or be jealous of that man.
I still blame God for being unfair, even taking away my beloved woman...
Or should I bury this heart that is still beating hotly for you deeply in my body and send you my sincere blessings?
Although my blood still flows for you and my heart still beats for you, I have decided not to disturb your happy life. I just want to watch you from a distance, just like when you are playing the violin on the beach.
Appreciate and listen quietly without disturbing me. This is the best blessing I can give you...
And I am willing to live alone for you for the rest of my life, guarding the beautiful days we spent together.
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I haven't seen you for six years. These days, I have been thinking about your face all the time. I drew this picture from my memory and gave it to you as a souvenir.
In order not to disturb your happy life, this is the last letter I write to you, and it is also the last painting I draw for you.
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Most of the letters are about the beautiful memories of the two people and the good times they spent together.
The whole letter was so sincere that Dai Yuxiao couldn't help crying. There was such a man. Even though her mother had declared that she fell in love with another man and gave birth to a daughter, he still loved her deeply.
Mother.
This was a man who valued love and justice, who regarded her mother as a treasure, but he had absolutely no intention of disturbing her mother's happy life, and just stared at her from a distance.
"Did you see it? He said in the letter that my mother has fallen in love with my father. Did you see it? Did you see it?" Dai Yuxiao cried with joy. This letter fully proved that even if her mother died in a car accident, it was definitely not an elopement.
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She has fallen deeply in love with her father, Dai Zhengde, so what reason would give her the idea of elopement?
Although Dai Yuxiao had always refused to believe the rumor that her mother had eloped, and this rumor had been growing up with her for more than 20 years, now that she saw such a strong evidence, her heart settled down, and all her intuitions
All are correct.
At that time, her mother was in another city and did not live in the town. This painting and this letter were hung in this study room, and Liu Yuan wrote this. This is the last letter and the last painting. It seems that
, this last letter and the last painting were not in the hands of her mother.
So, who hung this painting in this study? Who intercepted this significant letter midway?
There are more and more discoveries, more and more suspense, and there are so many questions waiting for them to find out one by one.
"What's wrong, honey? What are you thinking about?" Mu Lengrui put his arm around her shoulders and asked softly.
"I was thinking about when I would go up the mountain to find my mother's brother and mother. They are all my relatives, my uncle, and my grandmother..." Dai Yuxiao looked solemn and put the letter away carefully.
"Let's make some adjustments and then set off for the mountains!"
"But there are poisonous snakes on the mountain...what should we do?" Dai Yuxiao was very afraid of cold-blooded animals like snakes.
"You're not even afraid of me, so why are you afraid of snakes?" Mu Lengrui said jokingly, and there was something in his words.
"Who said I'm scared? I don't want to hurt you, idiot!" Dai Yuxiao pursed her jelly lips and gave him a roll of eyes. This man is really shameless and arrogant enough to think that he is more vicious than a snake. How can he?
It’s incredible to think of cruelty as a virtue when you compare yourself like this!
"Would I, Mu Lengrui, be afraid that you would get involved?" Mu Lengrui looked arrogant and arrogant.
"Leng Rui, why are you sometimes as hot as fire and sometimes as cold as ice?" Dai Yuxiao raised his head and looked at that cold and proud face timidly.
"You will understand later." Mu Lengrui did not answer the question directly, picked up Dai Yuxiao by the waist, and walked out.
After dinner, Dai Yuxiao stood in front of the window and admired the night view of the town. Every household in this town was hung with red lanterns. At night, the red lanterns were swaying in the wind. This single color was very charming.
"Shall we go out for a walk?" Mu Lengrui took the initiative to invite her. To Dai Yuxiao's surprise, every time she wanted to go out, he always blocked her, but this time he took the initiative.
Dai Yuxiao didn't say anything. He didn't know what this man was thinking. Otherwise, why would he want to go out for a walk on a whim?
Mu Lengrui picked up the violin she brought back with broken strings and walked outside.
"Stop, why are you touching my violin?" Dai Yuxiao hurriedly stopped her. The violin was used by her mother and was very important to her.
Mu Lengrui ignored her at all, put the violin on his shoulders, and strode out, leaving her far behind.
"Give it back to me, give it back to me!" Dai Yuxiao chased him all the way, but couldn't catch up with Mu Lengrui, so he could only chase after him like a follower.
The two of them were chasing each other as they walked on the bluestone road, their footsteps making crisp echoes as they landed on the bluestone road.
The dim red light of the big red lantern shone on the faces of the two people, making them dim and erratic.
Mu Lengrui stopped in front of a store. He stopped and looked at the signboard. Dai Yuxiao caught up with him panting, grabbed Mu Lengrui's shoulders and snatched the violin he was carrying.
Before her hand touched the violin and before she could stand still, Mu Lengrui had already opened the store door and walked in. The door creaked and blocked her out. She was so angry that she wiped her hands and stamped her feet.
I really want to teach him a lesson.
Carrying her violin around, she must have had a brain injury. Otherwise, she fell from a hot air balloon last time and her brain was damaged. Otherwise, why would she do such an abnormal thing?
"Mu Lengrui! Come out! Are you out of your mind!" Dai Yuxiao knocked on the door with her hand. She didn't want to go in with him. Who knows what tricks he was up to, so she couldn't be fooled. Even if she went in, she would be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.
must.
There was no sound inside. Dai Yuxiao listened carefully and saw that there was no sound at all when a tall man like Mu Lengrui entered. Looking at the big red lantern flying high at the door, he felt a little scared.
The windows of this store are still very simple wooden lattice windows, which are covered with plain paper. Only some dim light and shadow can be seen vaguely, and the things inside cannot be seen at all.
"Mu Lengrui! Come out! Give me back my violin!" Dai Yuxiao knocked on the door politely, but now she was too anxious to knock on the door and pounded the door with her fists. She thought, Mu Lengrui
If he doesn't come out, I'll rush in and put a few teeth marks on his arm to vent my anger.
This man was so overbearing and domineering. He never knew how to say hello to her when he did anything. He just picked up the violin and left without caring about her feelings and thoughts. That was her violin, Dai Yuxiao's, not his Mu Lengrui's. How could he?
Have control!
It was still quiet inside, and no sound could be heard. Dai Yuxiao pushed the door open with force, and the door opened with a creak. The door looked heavy, but it didn't require so much strength. She used too much force.
He staggered and almost fell through the door.
She stumbled for a few steps and bumped into a big man. Who could this man be? Of course it was Mu Lengrui. She raised her head and saw that this man looked at her with a stern face, aloof and arrogant.
"Where's my violin? Bastard! Where's my violin?" Before Dai Yuxiao could stand still, he asked a series of questions.
Mu Lengrui ignored her, pursed her cold lips tightly, and glanced in another direction.
Dai Yuxiao followed his gaze and saw that the violin was in the hands of an old man wearing reading glasses. He was carefully wiping the body of the violin.