Chapter

A gust of cold wind blew in. Shen Chu raised his head and saw the osmanthus tree outside the window.

Old Man Li said that the tree was many years old.

Shen Chu saw Li Laitou sitting on the deck chair several times in the evening, looking at the osmanthus tree.

His eyes were not like looking at a tree, but like looking at an old friend through the tree.

However, he never told Shen Chu about his past. Shen Chu knew nothing about him except that his surname was Li and his name was Shu Bai.

That night he only mentioned two things, one was where he would be buried after his death, and the other was to ask her to take a good look at the osmanthus tree.

Shen Chu chuckled: "I don't know if this tree was planted by his sweetheart. He is almost dying, and he still wants me to take good care of his tree."

Fu Yan knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, so he leaned down and raised his hand to rub her head: "We will make time to come back every year from now on."

Shen Chu looked down at him, "Yeah.

What do you want to eat for lunch?

Old Man Li is home alone, so he probably doesn’t have much to eat. How about some noodles?”

There are no shops in the front or rear of this village, and the only canteen is two kilometers away. It’s not easy to buy ingredients.

"I'll cook."

Fu Yan kissed her: "Please sort out Mr. Li's things again."

"good."

Shen Chu did not refuse. She watched Fu Yan leave the room and looked at the osmanthus tree outside the window for a while. After a while, she got up and went to organize the things on the wooden shelf on the other side.

Shen Chu didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that he was packing it up, he realized that there were a lot of valuable things in Old Man Li's room.

There is a vase on his shelf, but there are no flowers in the vase. There are his paintings in it.

Shen Chu didn't notice it before, but now he realized that the vase was not simple.

Grandpa Shen Chu's storage room contained a lot of these things. She had seen them a lot, and now she could see some of them.

If she read it correctly, the vase should be from the Ming Dynasty and worth at least a million.

Look at the small box on his shelf, which contains two jade pendants and a silk handkerchief.

The handkerchief was light pink, with a peony on it and the word "Sheng'er" on one corner.

The handkerchief is in good condition, except for the thread of the word "Sheng'er" which is a bit old.

The two jade pendants look like a pair at first glance. The white jade is flawless, and it looks like fine jade at first glance.

Shen Chu remembered that not long after she woke up, she was curious about why Old Man Li kept looking at the osmanthus tree. She ran under the osmanthus tree and walked around the tree for a long time to read the words she found. She never recognized it. Now that she saw the handkerchief, Only then did Shen Chu know what it meant.

This handkerchief probably belongs to Old Man Li's sweetheart, and the grave behind the bamboo house should also belong to his sweetheart.

Old Man Li obviously has so much money, but he has lived alone in this small mountain village for nearly forty years.

It's a pity that when he left, she didn't have the chance to know what happened between them.

Shen Chu folded the handkerchief again, wrapped the jade pendant and put it back into the small box.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Fu Yan walking in: "The noodles are ready."

Shen Chu nodded and pointed to the vase on the shelf: "I didn't notice it before, but now I know after looking carefully that this old man has hidden a lot of good things, and this vase is also a good thing."

Fu Yan glanced at it, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised: "Authentic?"

"should be."

Shen Chu said, taking down the vase and putting it on the ground: "Let's eat first. My parents should be here in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!