There was anger and concern on You Bin's face. The anger was expressing his dissatisfaction with Zhen Nanfang, while the concern was concern for You Yaxin's safety.

Zhen Nanfang said calmly: "Mr. You, in fact, You Yaxin's life and death depend on your thoughts. From our standpoint, we naturally don't want anything to happen to you or your family. But we also have our own concerns.

Work, for example, we have to investigate You Yali's case. Investigation requires manpower. Moreover, judging from various current signs, You Yaxin committed suicide and has nothing to do with our case. Naturally, we will not arrange for her to be around anymore.

We’re manned, right?”

"Otherwise, it will be a waste of resources, and it will also affect the progress of our investigation. Of course, if it can be proven that You Yaxin is related to the case we are investigating, then it will really make sense for us to dispatch personnel to protect her safety. Another point,

It was not us who said she woke up, it was the doctor, and we have received accurate information from the doctor that she has indeed woken up!"

You Bin looked at Zhen Nanfang: "Kid, how old are you this year?" Zhen Nanfang said: "Is it important?" You Bin said: "I think you are less than twenty, but your scheming is so sophisticated, alas! Okay.

Well, since I want to negotiate terms with you, I have to give you something sweet." You Bin also lit a cigarette, lit it, and then coughed twice.

"All the misfortune of the You family stems from that calligraphy and painting, which is the "Man Jiang Hong" that you have heard about before." You Bin said in a deep voice. Zhen Nanfang did not speak, but picked up the tea on the table and drank it calmly.

After taking a sip, his eyes were looking at You Bin, waiting for You Bin's next words.

Sure enough, You Bin continued: "My uncle got this painting "Man Jiang Hong" by chance during the Anti-Japanese War. It was the winter of 1941, when my uncle was working as a county middle school teacher in a small county in southern Anhui.

Principal, after the Japs occupied the county, they asked schools to teach Japanese, but my uncle was determined not to do so. He contacted the patriotic gentry in the county, and the intellectuals strongly resisted the Japs' request."

"You also know that the little devils can't reason with them at all. As a result, my uncle was caught by them as the main criminal and locked up. In prison, my uncle met an old man from the Qing Dynasty who was a poor scholar. The scholar was named Han

Xian, perhaps because of the same hatred and hatred, the uncle and Han Xian have become friends since many years."

"My uncle has been in prison for more than half a year, from summer to winter. The little devil seems to have forgotten about him, leaving him in prison to fend for himself. But Han Xian, on the other hand, has to appear in court every two days. Han Xian is already old.

, I was almost seventy at that time,

How could he withstand such torture? Seeing that Han Xian was beaten so tightly, the uncle felt very sympathetic, so he advised Han Xian to bow his head if it was not a big deal. At least he could save his life. As the saying goes, keep your head.

As long as the green mountains are there, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood.”

Tang Xin said: "Life and death are small matters, but breach of integrity is a big matter. That is a big national holiday!"

You Bin glanced at Tang Xin and said calmly: "Young man, sometimes it's really effortless to stand and talk!"

Tang Xin's face turned red and she was about to say something, but Zhen Nanfang stopped her: "Don't interrupt Mr. You."

Tang Xin hurriedly shut her mouth, and You Bin said: "Actually, what this little brother said is right. This is what Han Xian said to my uncle. It wasn't until the Spring Festival of that year that Han Xian came to court for the last time.

He was already dying when he came back. Han Xian knew that he would not be able to survive this winter. One night, he grabbed his uncle and told him a secret in his ear."

"He told his father that he was the direct descendant of Han Shizhong. The reason why the little devils caught him and tortured him was because of the painting "Man Jiang Hong" written by Yue Wumu himself that was handed down from his family! In order to protect this painting, his

Except for him, all seventeen members of his family were killed by the Japanese, including his infant grandson."

When You Bin said this, his eyes were a little moist and his voice was slightly trembling.

Tang Xin's eyes showed deep hatred.

You Bin tremblingly picked up a cigarette and failed to light it several times. Zhen Nanfang took out a lighter and lit it for him.

He then continued: "Han Xian told the uncle that if it was an ordinary calligraphy and painting, no matter how valuable it was, he would hand it over, and there would be no need to use the lives of his family to protect it. But this calligraphy is different, and he cannot hand over this calligraphy.

, it is said that a family of seventeen lives, but even a hundred and seventy people have to sacrifice, because if he hands it over, then what he hands over is not a calligraphy and painting, but the integrity, the integrity of a nation!"

"He is a descendant of Han Shizhong. He said that his ancestor Han Shizhong was a man who would rather die standing than live on his knees. He cannot embarrass his ancestors, let alone discredit the Chinese people! He can keep this painting

He feels very proud, even if he dies, he will still have the face to meet the ancestors of the Han family."

"He has been observing my uncle for more than half a year. It was not until he died that he told my uncle the hiding place of "Manjianghong". At the same time, he also gave my uncle a sentence. Maybe we in China are lacking a lot now, but we will never

There will be a lack of backbone and blood, "Man Jiang Hong" cannot be lost, and China's national integrity cannot be lost, even if it is death!"

"Three months after his death, my uncle was rescued by some progressive people. After he was released from prison, he took out the painting "River Red" and copied two fakes himself, just in case. My uncle

You should have heard of it

, his name is You Fangzheng, he is a master of Chinese calligraphy, and his copy of "Man Jiang Hong" is almost as fake as real. In order to distinguish it, he left secret marks on the words that only he himself can distinguish. "

"Facts have proved that it is necessary for the uncle to do this. Not long after the uncle gave the original and a copy of "Man Jiang Hong" to my father and asked him to take it with him, the little devil came to him. It turned out that the little devil was there.

After Han Xian died, the calligraphy was not found, so he finally suspected his uncle. After all, the two lived in the same cell, and Han Xian could not let "Man Jiang Hong" be lost, so he would definitely put "Man Jiang Hong"

Tell uncle where you’re hiding!”

"My uncle went to jail again. This time he didn't last long before handing over the fake painting. He was definitely not afraid of life and death. His purpose of doing this was to protect the original "Man Jiang Hong" from falling into the hands of the enemy.

Hands!" You Bin said this and smiled bitterly: "If the little devil gets a fake that can be mistaken for the real thing, he will naturally stop trying to make the original work!"

"But my uncle was miserable. Because of this incident, he was later regarded as a traitor and a traitor. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he was actually beaten to death by those so-called patriotic students who were excited by the crowd!" You Bin

My nose felt sore and I shed two lines of clear tears.

"My father went to the capital with two paintings, one authentic and one false. He thought about handing the original to the authorities of the Republic of China, but he had no means and was afraid of sending it in rashly and trusting others, so he used that one very carefully.

The counterfeit came to ask for directions, and sure enough, the counterfeit he sent in was actually misappropriated and appeared on the market not long after. My father was disheartened because of this and gave up the idea of ​​offering the treasure."

"So this authentic painting became a family heirloom of the You family."

Tang Xin asked: "Why didn't you turn it in after liberation?" You Bin shook his head: "In the twenty or thirty years after liberation, there were various movements, especially the ten years of catastrophe. Were there not many national treasures that were destroyed?

"Tang Xin was speechless by You Bin's question.

Zhen Nanfang sighed. He could understand the worries of You Bin and his father. Maybe it was just like Tang Xin said, if he had handed the things over earlier, they would have been gone long ago!

Zhen Nanfang asked: "But why does this thing appear again now?"

You Bin said calmly: "A man came to me half a year ago. He said he was a Japanese overseas Chinese. He heard that I had an authentic copy of "Man Jiang Hong" in my hand, and said he wanted to buy it with a lot of money. Of course I denied it.

Those Japanese overseas Chinese are obviously little devils! They must have found out later that the calligraphy they got from their uncle was fake, so they tried every means to find the descendants of the You family and wanted to use that calligraphy."

Zhen Nanfang frowned: "What happened next?" You Bin sighed: "Originally, I thought that the matter would be over if I drove them away, but who knew that they would linger on, first in business and

Yali made trouble, and then threatened me and my two daughters! I remember three days before Yali’s death, Lin’s mother said she found a note at the door.”

As he spoke, he walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out the note, and handed it to Zhen Nanfang. Zhen Nanfang took a look at it and saw that it read: If you don't want anything to happen to your daughter, you'd better hand it over!

Zhennan frowned: "Since you already knew they would be harmful to you, why didn't you call the police?"

You Bin said: "How could I have imagined that the little devil would dare to be so arrogant in China!" Zhennan said without restraint: "pedantic! The little devil will do anything to achieve his goal!" Tang Xin said softly:

"Why do they have to get "Man Jiang Hong"?" Zhen Nanfang said: "What they want to get is not "Man Jiang Hong", but the determination of the Chinese people to resist foreign enemies!"

Tang Xin said: "Lao You, why didn't you mention these things after You Yali's accident?"

You Lao sighed: "Because I don't know if I should trust these policemen!" Zhen Nanfang heard something: "What do you mean by this?" You Lao said: "Although we are not anonymous, but

As early as after the founding of the People's Republic of China, my father had already tried to change the household registration of our You family. From the household registration, we could no longer find any connection with the previous family. But they still found us, which means that someone within the police station was betrayed.

us."

Zhen Nanfang felt that You Bin was not lying, but You Bin was too cautious, to the point where he almost doubted everything.
Chapter completed!