"Yes, Zhou Cang, according to the four paintings your father left you, I reordered them and then combined them to create such a pattern." Xiangyu said, still staring at the picture on the table.
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"If it weren't for showing these paintings to you today, I might never have thought in my life that these paintings actually contain such things," I said.
"Zhou Cang, do you think grandma's paintings are hidden in this dressing table?" Xiang Yu said.
"My father must have had some other thoughts in leaving these paintings for me with such care. But if I say that grandma's painting album is hidden in the dressing table in the nursing home, I think it is a bit far-fetched, because it is so late.
Today I still don’t quite believe that grandma will have any kind of entanglement with Guiyiyuan.”
"Zhou Cang, didn't you just say that grandma has a similar dressing table? If you think that the dressing table where grandma's paintings are hidden in the nursing home is a bit far-fetched, then let's start with grandma's own dressing table.
How about starting to look for a picture album?" Xiangyu's eyes moved away from the picture on the table, and then fell on my face.
I didn't answer Xiang Yu's words immediately. Instead, I thought for a while and felt that this might be a more reasonable approach at the moment. "Okay, Xiang Yu, then I'll do what you said."
"Zhou Cang, it's not too late, let's do it now." Xiang Yu said with a somewhat anxious expression.
But her anxiety made me instantly doubt her.
I have a feeling that the picture on the table she painted is a bit strange.
It doesn't mean that she can't see the secrets her father hides in the paintings. After all, I have experienced Xiangyu's abilities before.
It's just that it's a bit incredible to be able to reveal such an obscure secret hidden by my father in such a short period of time.
Is it possible that she has seen these paintings a long time ago and discovered the secrets in them, but she has never been able to find a suitable opportunity to tell me.
So today I took the initiative to take out the painting, and she seized this opportunity, pretended to look at it, and then told the secrets in the painting.
When I think about what she said this morning when she heard that the batch of cultural relics was not found, I feel that my reasoning is very convincing.
"Zhou Cang, Zhou Cang," Xiangyu came closer to me, pulled the corner of my clothes and called me twice, "What are you thinking about? Why are you so distracted recently?"
"No, I suddenly felt that you are really amazing. You were able to see the secrets hidden in my father's paintings in such a short period of time. My father has given me these paintings for several years, and I just got them.
I glanced at it a few times, and then put it in the cabinet in the bedroom. Except for the night when you and Chen Mo came to Zhou's house for the first time, I missed my father a little because of the professor's letter, so I took the painting.
I just came out to take a look." I tested Xiangyu and said.
"Zhou Cang, don't think so highly of me. It was only by chance that I was able to see the secret in the painting. In fact, your father's painting method was not invented by him, but was borrowed from my family." Xiang Yu smiled.
As he spoke, he put away the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that were randomly placed on the table.
"How can we learn from the Wen family?" I asked.
"At first, the Wen family was not the top one among the eight major Xingpan families, but in our family, there are some capable people and strangers in every generation. Some of the skills left behind by these capable strangers after their death gradually
This has become the capital that this family can speak out among the eight major families, such as taming different animals with flute sounds, painting skills, etc." Xiangyu said.
"So, this skill of breaking down a painting into several paintings comes from the Wen family." I continued what Xiang Yu said.
"Yes, the "Wen Family Picture" I told you before was also painted using this technique." Xiangyu replied, his eyes still not moving away from my face.
"But, since it is your family's secret technique, why would my father know it?" I seemed to be talking to myself.
"So, in fact, when I first saw these paintings, I didn't think about this. I just felt that the painting techniques of these paintings seemed a bit familiar. However, when I took a closer look, I became more and more sure.
, this is our family's painting method." Xiangyu said.
Hearing Xiang Yu say this, I suddenly remembered another thing, that is, the Wen family's skill of using the flute to tame animals, Chen Mo can also do it.
If we insist on connecting Chen Mo with his father, there is only one mother.
Could it be that the Chen family stole these skills from the Wen family through certain skills?
At present, it seems that only this explanation is the most reasonable.
But my thinking is based on the premise that Xiangyu did not lie to me.
If Xiangyu says he is lying, then it is another story.
"Zhou Cang," Xiangyu called me, looked at me with complicated eyes, and then said, "Are you doubting me?"
This smart girl can hide nothing from her eyes.
I didn't say yes or no, I answered her words with silence.
"Since you have doubts in your mind, I will not participate in the next actions." Xiangyu said.
I was about to say something, probably to defend my behavior just now, but Xiangyu made a gesture towards me to listen to what she had to say.
So, I swallowed the words that came to my lips.
"I'm not saying this because you have doubts about me. It's actually very normal for you to feel this way. I can understand it, because if the positions between you and me were reversed, I would probably do the same thing.
. And it is precisely because I understand you that I will not participate in the next actions, because if I join, it will affect your judgment." Xiangyu mumbled so much, and then suddenly stopped.
He stopped and looked at me.
"I understand," the momentum I had just felt suddenly weakened, and I said in a low voice.
"You haven't understood yet," Xiangyu looked at me and suddenly smiled, "You straight man, if I don't make it clear to you now, you will definitely have your own wild ideas later."
I scratched the back of my head and smiled a little sheepishly.
"The reason I'm telling you so much is because I don't blame you. Instead, I feel that your ability to judge things and analyze problems has improved a lot compared to before. I'm very happy.
So I also believe that you can do a good job in finding grandma's picture album." Xiangyu looked at me and said sincerely.
"Xiangyu, I'm really happy that you can think so." I am a person with a light ear. Xiangyu's few words have made my doubts dissipate seven or eight points, but my ears are lightened. This matter
The development of things so far has become too complicated, so I can't trust anyone 100%.
"Zhou Cang, you can completely trust me at any time, because we are originally the same kind of people." Xiangyu looked at me and said.
"Thank you, Xiangyu. I hope that in the end, we can still be the same as before." I looked at Xiangyu and said.
"I know, I'll tidy up here. Just do whatever you have to do," Xiangyu also smiled at me, and then continued to tidy up the things on the table.
I looked at Xiangyu, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn’t ask her to go with me to grandma’s bedroom and look for the picture album on the dressing table.
I don't know if what I'm doing is good or not, but, at least for now, what I'm doing is loyal to my heart.
Once people are busy with something, they will feel that time passes very quickly.
Xiangyu and I moved from grandpa's study to Zhou's kitchen, and then to the front hall. The day has passed.
So, when I stepped out of the front hall, the sun was already setting in the west.
At dusk, people's mood is always a little low, so I looked at the sunset filling the patio of Zhou's house, and suddenly felt sad.
The Zhou family, which has a large family and business, may seem to outsiders to have accumulated more wealth than several generations can eat. At dusk, there is not even a trace of smoke and smoke in the kitchen.
Desolate and deserted, how could the word "sad" be considered a word?