30 A Slightly Open Heart | Silk Book of Flowers (Part 1)

Lin Weifeng burped and almost vomited the seafood in his stomach.

Her expression of disdain and disbelief explained everything. Xing Zhou saw it and asked in confusion, "Isn't it?"

"Why is it so? How could it be possible? How did the name Yang Xiuqi appear?"

Xing Zhou felt like he had offended someone, so he rubbed the back of his neck and explained, "Come to think of it, Yang Xiuqi and I went abroad to study at the same university. Although we weren't familiar with each other, he was quite famous and I often heard about him."

"What news? Is it about me?"

"Um."

"……"Help.

Xing Zhou stated the facts calmly, "Yang Xiuqi was close to a girl named Meng Lu. Once, at a party, they both got drunk. A classmate thought they were a couple and sent them to the same room. Before leaving, the classmate heard Yang Xiuqi say, 'It wasn't Meng Lu, it wasn't her, it was Lin Weifeng, it was Lin Weifeng.'"

“…”

At the time, Lin Weifeng felt that the legal industry was ridiculously small, and having an ambiguous relationship with a college classmate was simply a "social death prep."

She clenched her fists with her bare hands and dug her toes into the ground.

Being associated with Yang Xiuqi is truly one of the failures in my life.

Xing Zhou's eyes were innocent. Even though she was told news that she didn't want to hear, she controlled her temper.

Xing Zhou continued, "Everyone thought he would stay abroad, after all, he had multiple offers, but he still returned home. Everyone said it was because of that girl he mentioned, Lin Weifeng."

“…”

That's ridiculous.

Why do men like to create a sentimental image for themselves?

She slowly stated, "Xing Zhou, Yang Xiuqi and I were just classmates at the same university. We don't have the kind of relationship you think."

Xing Zhou nodded and said readily, "I understand. I'm just their senior and I don't like matchmaking. If this matter is brought up in the class group again, I'll help clarify it."

"Classmate group?"

Hearing this, it seemed that this matter was much more complicated than Lin Weifeng had imagined.

"Yes," Xing Zhou confirmed. "You were always in the news before, and someone forwarded it to the group, tagging Yang Xiuqi."

Xing Zhou paused and continued, "With Meng Lu."

Lin Weifeng: “…”

Why does the elevator on the 18th floor take longer to go down than to go up?

With a ding-dong sound, we finally reached the first floor.

Lin Weifeng walked out and took a deep breath.

As I started to walk out the door, my phone vibrated.

Because of the conversation just now, she opened it in a bad mood and saw with a bad expression that Jiang Yu had sent a message.

Bullies get: [Sleep poorly.]

Lin Weifeng stopped, and the inexplicable anger just dissipated just like that.

Lin Weifeng: [Just say we should sleep in the room, the living room is cold.]

Bullies can get: [Not cold.]

Lin Weifeng: [What is that?]

The bully gets it: [I underestimated last night’s kiss…]

The crowd surged past her on both sides, pushing and shouting, but it had nothing to do with her.

She held the phone in her hand, stood there with her head down, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, as if she had secretly caught a fallen candy.

Jiang Yu continued: [I was in a meeting with top secret information and was not allowed to use my phone. I replied late.]

Lin Weifeng: [It's okay, no need to explain this.]

The next second, the screen lit up again.

Bully gets it: [What about you? Did you sleep well?]

Bullies can get it: [It was still night when they left, so I didn’t dare ask. ]

Lin Weifeng smiled sweetly, her fingertips falling quickly: [Slept well.]

In the sub-zero temperature, she could feel her cheeks being scalded by the spring night, warming up inch by inch.

It turns out that words can also carry his aura - sharp, restrained, but revealing a soft inner side to her, like a glass of hot whiskey suddenly handed to her in the snow, making people willing to drink it all in one gulp.

This full attraction has an indescribable flavor.

When exiting the dialog box, Lin Weifeng saw that Lin Haidong had also replied in the family group.

Lin Haidong: [Wife, I won’t be home for dinner today, and I won’t be home for dinner tonight either.]

Gu Chengxiu: [It's so cold, why aren't you coming back? Aren't you going to receive gifts from the cadres?]

However, Gu Chengxiu quickly retracted his words and said, "It's a good thing I didn't cook for you."

When he returned to the office, a colleague at the front desk stopped Lin Weifeng and said, "Lawyer Lin, someone is waiting for you in the conference room."

"who?"

"I don't know. I asked her to register, but she said she couldn't read. I arranged for her to consult with other lawyers, but she said she only wanted to see you."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Weifeng fixed her makeup and walked into the meeting room.

The person waiting for her naturally noticed her arrival, stood up, picked up her small leather bag, and said to her: "Miss lawyer, do you still remember me?"

Of course Lin Weifeng remembered, but he was surprised that she would come to the institute for consultation, so he immediately greeted her, "Aunt Jiang Meiyi."

She paused, "Can I follow Jiang Yu and call you that?"

"Sure, sure." Jiang Meiyi's voice became delicate after seeing Lin Weifeng.

Lin Weifeng helped her sit down and said, "Aunt Meiyi, what happened?"

"It's something."

Lin Weifeng poured two glasses of water and sat on the sofa. "It must be something important for you to come to the law firm in person on such a cold day."

"Thanks to the snow, I don't have to rush to pick vegetables. I can come to see you when I have time."

"You have my WeChat, just give me a call, or let me go to your house to listen to you."

Jiang Meiyi sighed, "I don't know how to say it. This matter has been weighing on my mind for a long time."

"Is it a marriage problem?"

"I'm not married, unlike Jiang Sanlu, who helps others count money even though his wife ran away."

"Is that a loan issue?"

"I don't have any money either. Xiaoyu asked me to adopt his sister who suddenly appeared. I have no money and no education. How can I raise a girl from the city?"

Lin Weifeng thought that Jiang Meiyi’s perspective was completely different from Tian Yusu’s.

To some extent, misunderstandings in family relationships are more difficult to resolve than misunderstandings in love.

Speaking of being uncultured, Jiang Meiyi felt more excited and sat up straighter, saying, "But my problem is related to culture."

"Um?"

"Breeze, are you willing to believe what I say? I have no evidence, and my words are not enough, but they are all true."

"Aunt Meiyi, don't worry."

Jiang Meiyi took out her mobile phone from her handbag and opened the short video website. She had collected a lot of news.

She opened one first, and Lin Weifeng saw that it was a picture of everyone welcoming Gui's return at the airport a few days ago in the morning.

Jiang Meiyi said: "I played this video on repeat and it moved me so much that I wanted to cry."

Lin Weifeng listened quietly.

Jiang Meiyi clicked on the second piece of news, which was about a lot of cultural relics unearthed in Nandun Kingdom. Lin Weifeng hadn't read it before, so he read it for a while longer.

"Aunt Meiyi, is there any problem with this?"

Jiang Meiyi paused the video, zoomed in on one of the artifacts, and said, "This one has many wooden pieces stitched together. There are words and patterns on it. Do you see it?"

Lin Weifeng: “I see.”

"Damn it, damn it, this is something I lost before."

Lin Weifeng emphasized: "What did you lose?"

"Yes, look carefully at this flower," Jiang Meiyi zoomed in on one corner again, "Do you feel like you've seen it before?"

Lin Weifeng focused her gaze, her eyes lighting up faintly: "Aunt Meiyi, what you want to talk about is the curve of flowers on the back of the photo in Jiang Yu's room."

Jiang Meiyi took a deep breath and said, "Yes, if Xiaoyu and you hadn't mentioned it to me, I wouldn't have known it was called the Flower Curve."

The story begins with Jiang Yu’s grandfather, Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi is a genuine farmer, but he is fascinated by architecture. If it weren't for the difficulty of studying back then, he would have been an excellent student in architecture.

In the wilderness of Jiangguan Village, there is a mountain called Lingyun. On the mountain stood an ancient tower, which was destroyed during the war.

As the economy improved with the times, the two successive mayors of Jiangzhan Town, the predecessor of Jiangzhan District, spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build this tower.

Strangely, the ending is always collapse.

In the old days, scientific thinking was not popular. When encountering such coincidences, villagers were accustomed to asking Feng Shui masters to calculate the Feng Shui.

The conclusion is that if the tower on Lingyun Mountain is rebuilt, the height of the top of the tower will exceed the altitude of Jiangdong County, the industrial concentration area of ​​Jingjiang City, and the feng shui of Jingjiang City does not allow this tower to be built.

Upon hearing this, the villagers and the successive mayor gave up on building the tower. Therefore, at the end of the 20th century when rural tourism was booming, Jiangguan Village did not embark on the road to prosperity among the first batch.

However, Jiang Zhi does not believe in feng shui.

He bought a pack of cigarettes and sat in the yard of his home, smoking one every night and staring at the top of Lingyun Mountain.

When he was halfway through smoking the last cigarette, an idea suddenly struck him, and the plan for building the Lingyun Tower emerged in his mind.

The next day, he gathered several brothers, including Jiang Meiyi's father, and returned to Lingyun Mountain, groping forward without any support.

Instead of focusing on maintaining the pagoda's foundation, he carried out deep excavations.

He believes that there is no problem with the early tower repair plan, but with the changes in climate and environment, as well as the evolution of materials, the bearing capacity of the original tower foundation needs to be strengthened.

One day, Jiang Meiyi went up the mountain to deliver food to everyone. While waiting for everyone to finish their work, she squatted beside a small pit.

She had nothing to do, so she played with the soil using branches.

As they pounded, they found some scraps of silk fabric, some with pictures on them, some with words on them.

Jiang Meiyi dug attentively, and more and more silk fabrics appeared.

At first, Jiang Meiyi didn’t think it was a cultural relic, she thought it was some family’s gossip.

So she went home, spread out a piece of brown paper, and laid out all the silk fabrics on it.

Soon, she realized something was wrong.

Although she is illiterate, she still knows whether a word is a Chinese character.

She wanted to find someone to ask, and the first person she thought of was Jiang Sanlu.

However, she had scolded Jiang Sanlu because he insisted on handing over the bluestone statue, and she did not approve of Jiang Sanlu's decisive action. She decided to keep it secret from Jiang Sanlu for the time being.

As a second best option, she went to find Jiang Yu, who was still in elementary school, and asked him if he could understand the contents on the kraft paper.

Jiang Yu couldn't understand it, but he was firm: "It's ancient Chinese."

Jiang Meiyi pointed to a flower and asked, "Were there such exquisite flowers in ancient times?"

Jiang Yu couldn't answer at the time, so he used his own pencil and gears to draw a similar flower and said, "Anyone can do it. It's not difficult."

After returning home, Jiang Meiyi suffered from insomnia for three days.

Although she was good at criticizing Jiang Sanlu's selfless contribution, she was just talking nonsense. She just hoped that when a cultural relic was returned to the country, Jiangguan Village could make some profit so that they would not have to live a poor life.

Three days later, she decided to go into the city and ask the antique shop owner.

Jiang Meiyi was very cautious about this matter. She carefully put on a dress, carefully wore precious jewelry, carefully wrapped the silk fabrics in layers of kraft paper, and put them into a cowhide handbag.

Unfortunately, Jiang Meiyi's courage was exchanged for a lifetime of regret.

That day, she went to the central urban area of ​​Jingjiang City and found an antique shop that advertised itself as being owned by a top graduate from a prestigious university. She asked, "Are these things valuable?"

The boss looked at it for a long time, examining every piece of silk fabric with a magnifying glass, and finally replied to her: "It's not worth much."

She walked out of the antique shop disappointed, but she didn't give up. It was still early, so she could go to the next one.

But when she walked from a market to the middle of an alley, she was robbed.

Her bag, earrings, and necklace were all ruthlessly snatched away.

She went to the police station crying and reporting the case, but when registering the lost items, she did not dare to fill in the silk fabrics.

Fortunately it’s fake, Jiang Meiyi thought.