Zhao Xiangwan called the police, and the whole Zhaojiagou became busy.

Today is December 24 of the lunar calendar, which is the New Year in the South. Zhao Changxing ran back to the village committee office and called the police. The police station in charge of Zhaojiagou said that Liao Province was too far away, and there were many deep mountains and wild forests in Guning Town, Fengtai City.

The folk customs are fierce, and if a person is abducted there, it will be very difficult to rescue them. However, they will ask their superiors for instructions and strive to cooperate with the Fengtai City Public Security Bureau to try to rescue the abducted women.

How could Zhao Changgeng think about waiting for instructions from his superiors at the police station? He went home to pack his luggage, took his daughter's photo, called his three sons, and prepared to go to Liao Province to rescue people.

Zhao Changxing stopped him: "Fengtai City and Guning Town are so big, how do you find people?"

Zhao Xiangwan stood up and said, "Uncle Changxing, let me make a call."

Zhao Changxing trusted Zhao Xiangwan very much at this moment and said quickly: "The phone is here, please dial it quickly."

Zhao Xiangwan called the city bureau's serious crime team and found Xu Songling. After briefly explaining what happened, he begged.

"Zhao Qingyao is only eighteen years old this year. She grew up with me. She has been abducted to Guning Town, Fengtai City. The specific village is not clear. Since the other party asked her to send this fake safety letter, it shows that he is guilty and afraid.

Worried about being found by family members. Since the other party has a guilty conscience, it means that his trafficking behavior is traceable. Since there are traces and he can send a letter, he must not be far from the town. As long as we dispatch the police quickly, we can arrest him.

Qingyao was rescued. Captain Xu, you have great influence in the police force. Can you find a way to contact Fengtai City in Liao Province? I will go there with the villagers to find the person."

The last time his daughter was almost abducted, Xu Songling promoted the province's anti-trafficking campaign. As a policeman, Xu Songling hated criminals who abducted women and children. After hearing Zhao Xiangwan's words, he said without hesitation: "Okay, I

There are comrades in arms at the Liao Province Provincial Office, let me help you contact them."

When Zhao Changgeng heard the conversation between Zhao Xiangwan and Xu Songling, his eyes were full of gratitude: "Third sister, if sister Yao returns home, I will ask her to kowtow to you!"

Zhao Changxing asked: "You're a little girl, so don't go with us big men. I heard that it's freezing in the north in the winter, and your breath can turn into ice. Just be obedient and wait in the village. I'll

Take a few strong men from the village with you."

Zhao Xiangwan's attitude was very determined: "Let me go, I can help."

She has the ability to read minds and can find people faster. Although she can't get much useful information from Zhao Chenyang, at least she can confirm that Zhao Qingyao was abducted and trafficked to a village in the north and locked up in a cellar. The other person was a man who couldn't marry a wife.

If Zhao Qingyao stays there for one more day, he will suffer another day of hardship, so he must act quickly.

While the village committee was waiting for Xu Songling's reply, Zhao Zhongwu hurried over, waving his hands and shouting: "Three sisters, three sisters, we have a guest at home——"

guest?

Look at the sky, it's almost dusk, and the orange sunset is spreading, diluting the coldness of winter.

Who will be the guest at this time?

Zhao Xiangwan stood up and asked, "Who?"

The village committee is located in the upper house of the village, about a few hundred meters away from the old house. Zhao Zhongwu did not ride a bicycle and ran out of breath: "Cars, two high-end cars, many gifts, surnamed Ji."

Zhao Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, Ji? Could it be Ji Jinmao?

It was really Ji Jinmao, he brought Ji Zhaobai here early.

Ji Jinmao tried his best to send Ji Zhao to the city bureau in order to allow Ji Zhao to have more contact with the outside world while ensuring safety, and Zhao Xiangwan was the media and bridge between Ji Zhao and the outside world.

Zhao Xiangwan returned home during the New Year. No one spoke to Ji Zhao. He was a little wilted. He became more and more silent day by day and spent more and more time in a daze.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to come, the Ji family's luxurious villa is decorated with colorful flowers and is full of joy, but Ji Zhao has always been lack of interest. He often sits on the balcony on the second floor and looks at the green trees in the distance, not knowing what he is thinking.

Ji Jinmao and his wife Luo Danfeng felt something was wrong and discussed it quietly.

"Since my son started working in the city bureau, he has responded more and more. When we call him to eat or take a walk, he will nod or shake his head. What's wrong now? It's back to the way it used to be."

"Will someone say something bad to him again?"

Ever since Feng Hongying's story about the landlord's silly son irritated Ji Zhao, Ji Jinmao changed the people around Ji Zhao all over to ensure they were loyal and loyal. Logically, no one would say similar things again.

"Probably not. When I look at him like this, it doesn't look like he is sad, but a bit like... Do you remember that when my son was seven years old, my mother went away for something and Ji Zhao squatted in the corner without saying a word?"

"Hey, what you said makes sense. Could it be that my son is..."

The couple looked at each other and looked at Ji Zhao at the same time. Ji Jinmao asked tentatively: "Shall I take you to find Zhao Xiangwan?"

Ji Zhao, who had always been a little depressed, suddenly turned around, looked at Ji Jinmao seriously, nodded heavily, and his dark eyes became bright.

Ji Jinmao felt both happy and melancholy in his heart.

Happily, my son, who was diagnosed as autistic by the doctor, finally has emotional ups and downs and can communicate with others normally; sadly, I have raised a boy of twenty-one years, but he has only been with Zhao Xiangwan for half a year.

Yue, all my heart and eyes are filled with her.

Seeing that their son was interested, Ji Jinmao and Luo Danfeng, who had always been responsive to his requests, quickly prepared gifts and filled the trunk compartment full. Grandma Ji's family asked: "Be polite and low-key when you go to the countryside. We are all from rural areas.

Never use your airs to put others down."

Ji Jinmao couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, I'm such an old person, don't I know this?"

Ms. Chen Fangxi, the grandmother of the Ji family, was a kind-hearted little old lady. She glared at Ji Jinmao and said, "I don't know you yet? You like to show off when you have some money, and you can't be calm at all. Although I have never met this girl Zhao Xiangwan,

But she is Ji Zhao’s most noble person. Without her, my good grandson would be gone. This time, I must be polite and considerate when I go to pay New Year greetings, and don’t neglect her. If you make her unhappy, then don’t come home!”

Ji Jinmao's father passed away early. He was very filial to his mother who had worked hard to raise him. She nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I listen to you."

Xingshi is more than 100 kilometers away from Zhaojiagou. We took the national highway and turned to a country road. Because it took a while to prepare the gifts, and the road was not familiar, we arrived at dusk.

Ji Jinmao drove off in two cars. He took Ji Zhao in one, and his bodyguards and gifts took the other. He thought that two luxury cars driving into Zhaojiagou would cause a commotion. Unexpectedly, after the car stopped at the entrance of the village, the villagers

Their attitude was quite calm. Several children led them to the Zhao family's old house, took the candy and ran away.

Seeing that the attitude of the villagers was neither humble nor arrogant, Ji Jinmao sighed in his heart. No wonder Zhao Xiangwan was not shocked by honor or disgrace. It turned out that the folk customs in the place where she grew up were so simple and calm.

In fact, this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

The villagers love to watch the excitement, but firstly, Zhaojiagou has just sent away Zhao Qingyun, and seeing the luxury car approaching is not so shocking; secondly, the case of Zhao Chenyang and Zhao Xiangwan, the real and fake daughter, is the most powerful one in Zhaojiagou so far.

Gossip consumed too much of everyone's energy; thirdly, Zhao Qingyao was abducted, which affected everyone's minds. It was in the evening, and everyone was preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. There was no time to worry about what kind of car Ji Jinmao was driving.

Ji Jinmao also grew up in a rural area. Ji Zhao lived with his grandmother in the countryside until he was six years old. The father and son felt very comfortable here. He left the bodyguard in the car and walked into the main room with a driver carrying large and small bags of gifts.

Ji Jinmao smiled politely at Zhao Bowen: "Hello, is this Zhao Xiangwan's home?"

Whether it was a real or fake daughter, or Qing Yao was abducted, the old house of Zhao Erfu's family was the center of the whirlpool. It was finally quiet now. Zhao Bowen and Zhao Zhongwu were cleaning up the tables, chairs, benches, and leftover tea and melon seeds in the hall. They saw Ji Jinmao and Ji Zhao

He stepped into the house and straightened up in confusion.

Zhao Bowen stepped forward to greet him: "I am Zhao Xiangwan's eldest brother. Who are you?"

After Ji Jinmao briefly introduced himself, he asked, "I wonder if your parents are at home? I'm here to pay New Year's greetings, and also to recognize each other. From now on, the two families will move around more."

Hearing what Ji Jinmao said, Zhao Bowen immediately became alert. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Zhongwu and looked cautiously at Ji Zhao, who stood silently behind Ji Jinmao.

Zhao Zhongwu curled his lips and murmured in his mind: What does a grown man do with being so beautiful? Can being beautiful be used as food?

Zhao Bowen's eyes darkened: he didn't seem to have a very good temper, and he was not very enthusiastic. Zhao Xiangwan was always cold-faced and seldom talked. If they were together, wouldn't there be no warmth at all in the house?

It's no wonder that the two brothers thought that Ji Jinmao came to propose marriage. It was really an unlucky time for Ji Jinmao to come.

During the Spring Festival in Zhaojiagou, people have to sweep the dust, offer sacrifices to the stove, and have New Year's dinner. It is a busy time for the family, and few people come to visit. Besides, guests usually only visit in the morning, unless there is something particularly important or they are familiar with it.

To a certain extent, how could anyone come here just after dusk?

Ji Jinmao originally wanted to stay one night in the county town and come over early the next morning, but Ji Zhao didn't want to. He sat in the car with his lips pursed and refused to get out. He had no choice but to become a guest at dusk.

The two sides were silent for a second, and Zhao Bowen said: "My parents are not feeling well today and just lay down to rest. I can only entertain the two distinguished guests today. Please wait a moment, I will ask Zhong Wu to call Xiang Wan back. Today in the village

Something happened and she was on the phone at the village committee."

In the past, Qian Shufen was the one who welcomed and escorted her to the house, but now she was hurt by Zhao Chenyang and hid in the house and refused to come out. Zhao Bowen had to work hard to act like the head of the family, serving tea and water, and arranging for Zhao Zhongwu to call Zhao Xiangwan.

return.

Qian Shufen and Zhao Erfu could hear clearly in the back room, but they didn't want to go out at all.

Their biological daughter Zhao Chenyang, who had been pampered for ten years and was deliberately sent to the city to enjoy happiness, ruthlessly rejected them and followed Zhao Qingyun without hesitation. This was a fatal blow to them.

No matter what, they were unwilling to admit that they had given up their hearts and souls for Zhao Chenyang, but in the end they had raised a white-eyed wolf.

They are even more unwilling to admit that Zhao Xiangwan, who was suppressed and treated harshly at every turn, inexplicably grew up and became a powerful person that even Zhao Qingyun wanted to please.

The villagers scolded them for having no conscience, and their son blamed them for not considering it. They would not receive a penny as a gift when they married Xiang Wan, and they would have to spend money to build a house for the third sister after the Chinese New Year.

Now that she is no longer human inside and out, Qian Shufen even wants to die.

Retribution, retribution indeed!

Qian Shufen had a towel wrapped around her head and was lying on the bed humming. Zhao Erfu was sitting on the bed board smoking a cigarette, making a crackling sound. People came and went in the hall, whether they were discussing the abduction of the Yao girl, or

When Ji Jinmao came to their door, neither of them took it to heart.

Anyway, Ji Jinmao was looking for Zhao Xiangwan, so what does it have to do with them? Thinking of this, Qian Shufen and Zhao Erfu didn't even want to show their faces.

Ji Jinmao directed the driver to carry the big and small bags to the main room and put them away, and said with a smile: "Today is the New Year, and I specially brought my son here to wish me a happy New Year. According to the old etiquette, I should have come in the morning, but it took me a while to prepare the gifts.

, plus I was not familiar with the road conditions and asked questions while walking, so I arrived late.”

We are guests from afar. Ji Jinmao's explanation made Zhao Bowen put aside his dissatisfaction and responded politely: "You have worked hard on the road. Please sit down. You have brought so many things..."

Before he finished his sentence, Zhao Bowen's eyes were blinded by the gifts that Ji Jinmao kept bringing up.

Gifts were placed in the main room, filling up a corner. Novel fruits that I had never seen before, beautifully packaged tobacco and alcohol, nuts, biscuits, fabrics and clothing in high-end wooden boxes, and several red bags specially used for gold shops in Hong Kong City

The paper bag contains only expensive gold jewelry!

Zhao Bowen was sweating a little on his forehead.

Even Zhao Qingyun, a high-ranking official, did not bring such expensive gifts when he came to meet his bride. What did Ji Jinmao mean by sending so many things? Where did Zhao Xiangwan know such a generous rich man?

Ji Jinmao could see Zhao Bowen's discomfort and explained with a smile: "Zhao Xiangwan is the savior of my son Ji Zhao. These are just our little touches. Thank you for raising Zhao Xiangwan to be so good."

When Zhao Bowen heard him praising Zhao Xiangwan, he suddenly felt proud and smiled: "Xiangwan is the third eldest child in the family, and we all call her Sanmeizi. She has loved reading since she was a child, and she is the only one in our village who has been admitted to university in the past few years.

Woolen cloth."

After going back and forth, Ji Jinmao successfully made Zhao Bowen let down his guard, and the two communicated happily.

Ji Zhao sat on a bamboo chair, with his long legs bent in front of him, listening quietly without saying a word. He looked really good-looking, with skin as white as fine porcelain, hair and eyes as black as jet jade, so beautiful.

Not like a real person. Zhao Bowen lowered his voice unconsciously when he spoke, for fear that the louder breathing would blow him away and warm him up.

When Zhao Xiangwan came back, Zhao Bowen was relieved: "Third sister, you are finally here."

Ji Zhao stood up.

He is tall, and wearing a long light gray coat makes his figure even more slender and tall. Coupled with his outstanding appearance, standing there really makes the old house shine.

Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "Are you here?"

Ji Zhao nodded and looked at her intently with a pair of dark eyes, as if to say: I haven't seen you for so long, where have you been?

Step by step, Ji Zhao's inner world once again appeared in Zhao Xiangwan's mind.

There is a faint ray of sunshine above the wilderness, and the soft beige color makes the whole picture more warm. The skylark stood on the branches, chirping, tilting its head and staring at the sunshine.

The sun shines quietly on the skylark's head, making the picture warm and peaceful.

Seeing this little skylark, the corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth gradually rose.

With sunshine, the snow will melt and the grass will sprout.

【If you weren't here, the sun wouldn't come out.】

There was a touch of grievance in Ji Zhao's voice.

Zhao Xiangwan said: "You can draw a sun."

【The painted sun will not shine.】

Ji Zhao took a step forward and was only an arm's length away from Zhao Xiangwan. He tilted his head slightly like a skylark, with his beautiful mandible protruding from his Adam's apple and then retracting into the sternal fossa.

The throat is a person's vitality, and only people with full trust will reveal this part. Therefore, tilting the head conveys an attitude of submission and absolute trust.

——When he realized this, Zhao Xiangwan felt warm in his heart.

There was a smile in Ji Zhao's eyes, and he seemed to come to life. Seeing this scene, Ji Jinmao finally relaxed and grinned with great joy: "Zhao Xiangwan, as soon as you came home, Ji Zhao was a little embarrassed when no one spoke.

I was lonely, so I brought him here."

Zhao Xiangwan smiled and had a calm attitude.

The more Ji Jinmao looked at her, the more he liked her. He smiled like Maitreya Buddha: "It's good to see you. It's good to see you. Just say a few words to Ji Zhao and let him stay at home with peace of mind. Wait until you return to Star City after school starts.

We can meet again."

After confirming that the person in front of him was Zhao Xiangwan, Ji Zhao sat back on the bamboo chair, as if he was working in the city bureau. He seemed far away, but he was highly focused and ready to listen to her instructions.

Ji Zhao's appearance made Zhao Bowen and Zhao Zhongwu murmur in their hearts.

What's going on with this young man? Let's say he likes Zhao Xiangwan. His eyes are clear and he doesn't have any evil thoughts. He sat back without saying hello. Let's say he doesn't like Zhao Xiangwan. When he saw her, he smiled and smiled.

The cold air field disappeared.

Zhao Xiangwan was very accustomed to this way of getting along with Ji Zhao, and said softly: "Fly when the sun is out, and take a rest in the nest when it's cloudy."

Ji Zhao understood, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

Outside the door, Zhao Changxing shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhao Xiangwan, Zhao Xiangwan, call back from the city bureau. We have been contacted. We can go!"

Zhao Xiangwan quickly walked out of the house to discuss with Zhao Changxing.

"Do you have any photos of Yao girl?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Chang Geng just found a few."

Zhao Xiangwan took the photo handed over by Zhao Changxing, his eyes darkened.

Zhao Changxing also sighed: "These are just the photos. It's just that the face is too small, so I don't know if I can recognize it."

Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "It's difficult."

Rural people rarely take photos, and only when it is particularly important will they solemnly go to the county photo studio to take photos. In the family photo that Zhao Changgeng just found after rummaging through the box, Zhao Qingyao's face is only two centimeters in size, and it is impossible to see her face clearly.

The only two half-inch photos are ID photos taken by the school when I graduated from junior high school and high school. One has a childish face, and the other has a dull expression.

It is too difficult to find Zhao Qingyao in the huge crowd with these few small photos.

Ji Zhao's ears were sharp, and when he heard Zhao Xiangwan talking, he suddenly interrupted with a sentence.

【I'll draw】

Zhao Xiangwan felt happy, yes, isn't this a ready-made portraitist?

Zhao Xiangwan highly recognized Ji Zhao's ability in portraits. He was a talented hyper-realistic painter who was able to restore Zhao Qingyun's portrait based on the hotel attendant's dictation. Now with photo reference and descriptions from so many relatives, he could paint a highly restored portrait of Zhao Qingyao's face.

It's definitely not a problem.

After sending the photo to Ji Zhao, Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Where is your album?"

Ji Zhao turned to look at Ji Jinmao, his eyes sparkling.

Ji Jinmao was most impressed by his son's expression and immediately went back to the car to get a picture folder, sketch paper and charcoal pencils.

Zhao Xiangwan's description is concise and clear.

"Half a head shorter than me."

"A little fatter than me."

"There are two dimples."

"I don't have much hair, I wear it in braids."

The girl who worked with Zhao Qingyao corrected her: "No, Yao girl likes to be pretty. She gets her hair permed when she comes to the city. Her bangs are curly and wavy, reaching to her ears."

Amidst the chirping, Ji Zhao raised his right hand slightly.

As soon as he picked up the brush, his eyes became extremely focused and looked even deeper under the sunset.

His eyes glanced at several black and white photos in Zhao Xiangwan's hand. Ji Zhao moved his wrist lightly, and his pencil quickly passed over the white paper.

With just a few strokes, a girl who is smart, playful, and somewhat wildly beautiful appears on the page.

Zhao Changxing was so happy that he opened his mouth: "Ah, yes, yes, that's what it looks like!"

Zhao Changgeng stared at the person in the painting, with tears in his eyes, choking and saying: "My Yao girl, my Yao girl..."

A group of people gathered around the door of the hall unknowingly. They were all villagers who planned to follow Zhao Changgeng to the Northeast to rescue people. They were all amazed when they saw this portrait.

"Is this man a painter? He paints so well!"

"This beautiful young man has never seen a Yao girl before, how come he can draw such a resemblance just by looking at a photo?"

"It's strange. I only drew a few strokes, but how can I recognize it as a Yao girl at a glance?"

"It feels like the Yao girl jumped onto the painting."

After Zhao Xiangwan confirmed that he could recognize people based on this line drawing, he said to Ji Zhao: "Very good, let's draw two more."

Ji Zhao cooperated very well with her. He nodded, took out two pieces of sketch paper from the painting folder, and began to draw. His movements were very fast, and the two drawings at the back seemed to be copied from the previous drawing, which attracted a lot of attention.

Everyone praised.

"Where did Zhao Xiangwan find the painter? He paints quickly and well."

"With this portrait, as long as the Yao girl shows up there, I can definitely find her."

"This guy is so awesome!"

"Isn't that right? Not only is he handsome, but he can also draw well. Zhao Xiangwan is very good, and so are his friends."

Although Ji Zhao is autistic, his painting talent is amazing. He can perfectly restore scenes and characters with just one glance. He is known as the founder of hyperrealism. Ji Jinmao has heard countless people praise his son as a "genius painter".

"The future star of the art world", he knows that his son is different from ordinary people, and the reputation from the media or the art world has not lost him.

But today, sitting in this crude village house and hearing the villagers' discussions, Ji Jinmao was a little intoxicated.

So many villagers praised their son's painting from the bottom of his heart! They said his son was a great young man! They didn't see that Ji Zhao was different from others! They said Ji Zhao was very good!

The feeling of being accepted by the public was so wonderful. Ji Jinmao's heart, which was broken for his son, seemed to be soaked in hot spring water, warm, soft, and a little floating.

Ji Zhao didn't know that his father was distracted here. As soon as he started painting, all he could see was the brush and paper in front of him. After drawing three pictures, he put away the charcoal and handed the portrait to Zhao Xiangwan.

The corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was bright.

The sunshine in Ji Zhao's inner world shines brighter, and the skylark chirps happily.

【A little hungry.】

Ji Zhao's voice had a youthful and youthful tone to it, which made Zhao Xiangwan feel relaxed and without any sense of oppression.

Zhao Xiangwan handed the portrait to Zhao Changxing for safekeeping, and happily rolled up his sleeves: "I'll make you some sweet wine to drink with your eggs."

Zhao Xiangwan, who is used to doing housework, is more capable than her elder brother. She took out the earthen pot and simmered it on the coal stove, threw in a handful of red dates, longan, and brown sugar. After the sugar water boiled, she added rice wine and beaten eggs.

Liquid, a can of sweet silk, nutritious sweet wine and eggs are ready.

Egg blossoms washed by boiling water floated in the sweet tea, which were yellow, golden and fragrant. Ji Zhao took the tea bowl with crooked eyebrows.

Zhao Xiangwan told him: "Blow on it before drinking, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Ji Zhao followed the instructions and blew, then he leaned close to the bowl and took a small sip, making a sound of "Si——".

Hearing this voice, Ji Jinmao's eyes suddenly turned red and he almost shed tears.

Over the years, I don’t know how many experts, doctors, and professors I have consulted, and they all said that Ji Zhao has a developmental disorder and there is no way to cure it. He can only alleviate the symptoms through appropriate intervention. He was already desperate and resigned to his fate, but he didn’t expect that God would send him something like this.

Zhao Xiangwan made Ji Zhao more and more normal.

Ji Zhao is now able to correctly understand Zhao Xiangwan's words, accurately execute her orders, and give positive feedback during actions - this was something Ji Jinmao would not have dared to think about before.

Ji Zhao's performance won the respect of the villagers. Zhao Changxing took the tea bowl handed over by Zhao Xiangwan and sat down to talk to him: "Are you a painter?"

Ji Zhao didn't even give him a glance, he drank sweet tea with his head down and ignored him.

Zhao Changxing was a little embarrassed, so Zhao Xiangwan introduced him: "His name is Ji Zhao, and he is the portraitist of our Municipal Bureau. He is relatively introverted and doesn't like to talk."

"oh!"

Zhao Changxing was even more awe-struck when he heard this, and Ji Zhao's coldness was interpreted by him as the arrogance unique to a genius, "It turns out he is a policeman from the Public Security Bureau. He is awesome, awesome."

Hearing their conversation, Ji Jinmao was filled with gratitude to Zhao Xiangwan. She knew how to protect Ji Zhao outside, and she knew how to make others accept Ji Zhao's existence. No one here thought Ji Zhao was a stupid son of a landlord.

, and no one looked at him strangely.

Smelling the aroma of sweet wine and hearing the excitement outside, Qian Shufen finally couldn't bear it anymore and climbed out of bed. As soon as she walked into the main room, her eyes were attracted by the gifts in the corner, and she couldn't help but gasped: This person

Who is it? Why send such an expensive gift?

Approaching with a smile, Qian Shufen bent down to pick up the red paper bag placed on top, muttering to herself: It looks a bit like the packaging of the Lao Fengxiang Gold Shop in the county town. Isn't it really gold?

Zhao Bowen coughed and stopped his mother's actions with his eyes. Zhao Zhongwu reacted faster, stepped forward quickly, held her arm with one hand, and snatched the paper bag off with the other, saying in a low voice: "This is the third sister's thing, you

do not move!"

Ji Jinmao saw Qian Shufen coming out of the back room wrapped in a towel, and guessed it was Zhao Xiangwan's mother. He was about to get up to say hello, but was stopped by Zhao Xiangwan: "Don't worry about her."

Ji Jinmao was a little confused, but he reacted quickly. As soon as his butt left the chair, he immediately put it back again.

Zhao Changxing was now very convinced of Zhao Xiangwan, and naturally he would not let Qian Shufen take advantage of her again. He raised his voice and said, "Sister-in-law Qian, don't forget the decision made by the village just now."

Qian Shufen chuckled twice: "I, I'm just checking, you guys are busy, you guys are busy." Looking at the pile of gifts, Qian Shufen's heart felt like it was boiling in a frying pan. If she treated the third sister

A little better, these things are all yours!

The arrival of Qian Shufen made the originally lively scene suddenly dull.

Zhao Zhongwu sent her back to the house and taught her a few words through gritted teeth: "Since the only one in your heart is the fourth sister who has no conscience, then don't take advantage of the third sister. When guests come, you pretend to be dead, but you are quite cool when taking gifts."

Be positive, Mom, you are shameless, but we, as sons, need shame."

Qian Shufen's face turned red and she sat on the edge of the bed. She was so angry that she couldn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Zhongwu turned to his silent father and said, "Mei Yao has been abducted, and everyone in the village is trying to find a solution. It's okay for you and your mother to hide in the house and not come out. The only thing is, don't come out and cause trouble."

Because Zhao Xiangwan and Zhao Chenyang were secretly replaced, Zhao Erfu lost all face in the village. His son's strength forced him to admit that his son had grown up and his wings had become stronger! He was also old. He muttered a few words and lowered his head.

Say it again.

Everyone in the hall was discussing the disappearance of Zhao Qingyao. Ji Jinmao asked Zhao Xiangwan: "Are you going to follow?"

Zhao Xiangwan said "hmm".

Guning Town, Fengtai City, Liaoning Province, is two thousand kilometers away from Zhaojiagou. It spans almost half of China from the south of the Yangtze River to the northeast. It is the cold season in the north, and the outdoor temperature is more than ten or twenty degrees below zero. Zhao Xiangwan

A little girl braved hardships and dangers to rescue a girl from the same village, which greatly admired Ji Jinmao, who had seen many speculators in the business world.

"I'm here to help you." Ji Jinmao took the initiative to stand up, "I drove two cars here and can take three people to Xingshi. I will help you buy air tickets. We will leave early tomorrow morning and arrive in Liao Province at noon. Let those

I'll send a car to pick you up, and you should be able to get there in the afternoon."

With Ji Jinmao's help, Zhao Xiangwan, Zhao Changxing, and Zhao Changgeng successfully arrived in Liao Province.

After getting off the plane, Zhao Xiangwan wrapped his coat and scarf tighter because of the biting cold wind and heavy snow.

Ji Jinmao prepared cold-proof clothing for her, putting on a long, thick velvet down jacket over a small cotton-padded jacket, a mink fur hat, and thick-soled high-top snow boots. She felt bulky and cumbersome before, but now her whole body is at 16 degrees below zero.

I huddled up outdoors and realized that these are all necessary.

Zhao Xiangwan raised his cotton-gloved hands and put them in front of his nose. He looked at the layer of frost on his eyelashes and sighed.

——Still underestimated the coldness in the north!

Lao Ruizhi, a criminal police officer from Liaoning Province who came to pick them up, quickly stopped them: "Don't breathe, or your nose will freeze." It's freezing in the north, and breathing turns into ice, which is no joke.

Lao Ruizhi was Xu Songling's comrade-in-arms. They had carried guns in the trenches and had a life-long friendship. It was rare that Xu Songling called him to ask for help. Lao Ruizhi was very enthusiastic about Zhao Xiangwan and the others. After a brief introduction, Lao Ruizhi drove the three of them away.

Go to the Guning Town Police Station in Taicheng.

Even if it was just a suspicious letter from home, even if there was no other evidence of disappearance or abduction, because of Lao Ruizhi's intervention, the Guning Town Police Station dispatched the police very quickly. Director Shi Biwu personally led the team and immediately organized a special task force for Zhao Qingyao's disappearance to do their best.

Invest in the search for her.

Zhao Xiangwan took out the portrait painted by Ji Zhao.

The portrait was lifelike and vivid. Shi Bisheng took it and took a look, his eyes widened: "Who painted this? It's so lifelike!"

He also looked at the photos that Zhao Changxing brought, but he couldn't see his face clearly at all. Looking for someone with such photos was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Ji Zhao's portrait was different, with a round face, small dimples, and a pair of lively almond eyes.

The vivid aura of agility comes to the face through the paper. Anyone who has seen this girl will definitely recognize it.

Lao Ruizhi came over to take a look and said "Ouch!" and looked at Zhao Xiangwan with a different look in his eyes. "This was painted by your city bureau's portraitist? Did Lao Xu finally find the person?"

Zhao Xiangwan nodded.

The more Lao Ruizhi looked at it, the more frightened he became: "This portrait artist... doesn't look like an ordinary person. The lines, the degree of lifelikeness, and the expressiveness are almost as good as those of the professors at the Liao Academy of Fine Arts."

Ji Zhao is known as a genius painter, who created a new school of painting. He held a personal exhibition at the age of fifteen. His level is better than that of ordinary art academy professors. Working as a non-staff portraitist in the city bureau is completely overqualified. Zhao Xiangwan laughs

He smiled, suddenly feeling a little proud.

Lao Ruizhi asked: "What's the name of the portrait artist? If we encounter need in the future, we will come to you for support. This level... is incredible."

Zhao Xiangwan said: "His name is Ji Zhao. If you need anything, please contact our Team Xu."

If Ji Zhao's hyper-realistic painting ability is used to help solve crimes, it will indeed be miraculous. She also wants to see how far Ji Zhao can go in the future after leaving the field of pure art.

A total of three portraits were brought, Zhao Xiangwan kept one, and handed the remaining two to the comrades at the police station. The three teams held the portraits in hand and began to ask questions on a blanket basis.

Lao Zhirui, Shi Bisheng and Zhao Xiangwan headed to the Guning Town Post Office as their first stop.

There is a large green mailbox at the door of the post office. The top is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the side opening is slightly open, swallowing up incoming and outgoing letters.

Zhao Xiangwan walked around the mailbox, came to the post office counter, and handed the letter from Zhao Qingyao to the staff. The staff looked at the postmark and nodded: "Yes, it was sent from us."

Shi Bisheng is a tall, thick-set man with a loud voice: "Do you have any impression of the letter I sent ten days ago?"

The staff member shook his head and said he had no impression. Every day he took letters out of the mailbox, stamped them with postmarks, and distributed them to all parts of the country. How could he pay attention to such a small letter?

Zhao Changgeng tremblingly placed the portrait on the counter and asked hopefully: "Have you seen this girl?"

The staff still shook their heads.

Zhao Changgeng's face was as pale as earth, and he was shaking like chaff. First, he couldn't bear the cold, and second, he felt panicked.

Zhao Changxing supported his cousin and comforted him: "Don't be impatient and ask slowly. We have just arrived. How can we get results so quickly? Don't panic and hold on tight. Sister Yao is still waiting for us."

Zhao Changxing's words made Zhao Changgeng's trembling gradually improve. He tried to cheer himself up: "Okay, I won't panic, I won't cause trouble to the police comrades."

Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Is this the only post office in town?"

Shi Bisheng's voice was so loud that it made his eardrums buzz: "Yes! This is the one."

[Isn’t it a joke that the old man is looking for someone and bringing a little girl? Just based on a letter without leaving an address, he said that the person was abducted to our Guning Town. If Officer Lao hadn’t brought him here personally, who would

Will you file a case and find someone? This is the Chinese New Year, and all the police from the police station are dispatched. I am really convinced!]

Hearing Shi Bisheng's inner voice, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes flashed.

If he hadn't heard Zhao Chenyang's voice in time, even Zhao Xiangwan might have ignored the letter in Zhao Changgeng's hand.

If Zhao Changgeng had waited until a year later to realize that something was wrong and then started to look for it, he would probably be nothing but bones.

Zhao Chenyang, a reborn person, has come in handy in this case, so let's keep it. The golden finger that comes to your door will not be used in vain.

After knowing the result, it will be much easier to look for clues.

The letter was written under duress. The handwriting was wet with tears, and the last horizontal line scratched the paper when he wrote the word "good". This shows that Zhao Qingyao was sad and had a very resistant attitude when writing the letter.

The letter was written in the dark. A lit candle was placed on the upper right side of the letter paper. Because it was too dim, I had to try to write close to the candlelight. The wax oil dripped on the paper, leaving deep and shallow marks. Why not write in the daytime?

Xin? There are only two possibilities. One is that she must avoid people; the other is that she is imprisoned in a dark place and cannot see the light.

However, whether it is the inconsistency between the postmark address and the mailing address, the tears and wax marks on Zhao Qingyao's paper, or the fatigue and nervousness shown in the handwriting, these cannot be used as direct evidence.

Although Zhao Changxing was the director of the village committee, he was unfamiliar with the place and had no ideas at all. Seeing Director Shi speaking loudly and with a temper, he was a little uneasy and looked at Zhao Xiangwan nervously.

Zhao Xiangwan straightened his thoughts, met Shi Bisheng's gaze, and continued to ask: "What villages are nearby? What are the roads to the town post office?"

Although Shi Bisheng was dissatisfied with this tracing operation, his attitude was still very cooperative. He listed the names of more than a dozen nearby villages and pointed to the door of the post office: "Only these two roads."

The Guning Town Post Office is located just inside a crossroads. There are four directions to the east, south, west and north in front of the door, leading to different villages.

Zhao Xiangwan took the lead in pushing open the post office door, and the wind and snow blew in his face.

Shi Bisheng shook his head and walked out together.

A group of five people started knocking on doors door to door along the two roads in front of the post office to inquire.

It was the coldest season in the Northeast, and every family stayed behind closed doors. Heavy snow was falling one after another. Zhao Changxing and Zhao Changgeng looked bleak, and they always felt that there was little hope of finding Zhao Qingyao. There was no one there when they went out, so where could they find someone?

Zhao Xiangwan walked in front with long strides: "Don't be discouraged. If you knock on each house, you can always find something!"

Braving the wind and snow, a group of five people made inquiries in the town.

From asking in the morning to the afternoon, there was no response at all. They basically shook their heads: "I haven't seen it" and "I don't know."

The wind and snow were freezing, and a group of people turned into snowmen, with frost hanging on their eyebrows and eyelashes.

Finally, when he opened a shop, Zhao Xiangwan noticed something strange.

This is a noodle shop, facing the street for business, with a small courtyard and two rooms at the back. The person who opened the door was a sister-in-law about forty years old, who looked simple and honest. She looked at the portrait and glanced to the upper right unconsciously.
Chapter completed!