"I must have seen it wrong," Fu Cheng murmured as he watched the car disappear. "Song Qingyu is fine in Kyoto, why would she come to Country R? Besides, if Song Qingyu is in Country R, you should be in Country R too."

At the end, Fu Cheng's tone turned joking.

Lu Yanzhi's eyes, which had lit up, dimmed in an instant.

He is really crazy.

Song Qingyu is dead.

How could Fu Cheng see her?

Seeing that Lu Yanzhi did not respond, Fu Cheng thought that he was unhappy, so as not to offend him, he turned the topic back to Lu Yanzhi's father Lu Ang.

As long as Lu Ang nods in agreement, the coffin can be opened for DNA testing.

Once it is confirmed that the person buried in the Lu family cemetery is Lu Yunyao...

Thinking of this, Fu Cheng's heart ached.

He would rather the answer be no.

Pulling himself up, Fu Cheng's tone became a little more high-spirited: "I called you for no other reason than to hope you could give me some advice. As the saying goes, no one knows a father better than his son. You've been dealing with your father for so many years, you must know how to convince him."

Lu Yanzhi's tone was filled with disgust: "Pandering to his will."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Fu Cheng was stunned.

Then, he shook his head helplessly and hung up the phone.

Lu Yanzhi's father, Lu Ang, was just like him, walking through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on him.

But the only difference is that he is not married, has no family, and has no responsibilities.

But Lu Ang has a family and children.

At the beginning, Xu Jing would quarrel and make a fuss with Lu Ang.

Unfortunately, after a few years of trouble, Lu Ang showed no intention of changing his mind.

Instead, it got worse.

Xu Jing felt disheartened and started to keep a gigolo outside.

Lu Yanzhi grew up in a discord between his parents and had no idea what love was.

Come to think of it, how many of these rich kids know what love is?

If he knew, he wouldn't have waited until Lu Yunyao died before realizing how much he loved her.

…

The other side.

In Bugatti.

Gu Hanxing glanced at Song Qingyu, his eyes falling on the candied haws in her hand: "Isn't it delicious?"

This string of candied haws was bought in the store.

A store opened by Chinese people.

Gu Hanxing was worried that it wasn't authentic enough, so he thought of asking Song Feng to airlift some candied haws over, but Song Qingyu thought it was too much trouble.

Song Qingyu came back to her senses: "No, I... I seemed to have seen Fu Cheng just now."

"Fu Cheng?" Gu Hanxing frowned slightly.

After a moment, he smiled and said, "You must have seen it wrong. Fu Cheng should be in City A, right? Why is he here?"

"Maybe." Song Qingyu felt a little relieved. She raised the candied haws in her hand and said, "It's delicious."

"As long as it tastes good," Gu Hanxing looked at Song Qingyu lovingly, "Where are you going next?"

"Let's go to the Abbey Library of St. Gallen!"

Song Qingyu spoke hesitantly.

This library is one of the oldest libraries in the world and houses a large number of precious manuscripts and ancient books.

She had wanted to go for a long time, but had never dared to say it.

because……

She was worried that Gu Hanxing would reject her.

In the past, she and Lu Yanzhi always suggested going to the library.

Lu Yanzhi would always frown in disgust and say, "That's a place for nerds."

"Okay." Gu Hanxing's voice sounded, warm like the sunshine outside.

Song Qingyu unexpectedly curled up the corners of her lips: "Then... let's go?"

"Let's go!" Gu Hanxing raised his fist.

Song Qingyu raised his fist without hesitation and touched it lightly.

Two fists collided gently in the air, making a slight sound.

But neither of them noticed.

Because the bang deep inside my heart was even louder.

An hour later.

The car stopped at the library of St. Gallen Abbey.

The library adopts the Rococo architectural style, and the bookshelves and floors are inlaid with walnut wood, which has a delicate texture and rich colors.

The corridors in the museum use large-radius concave and convex curves, which are very artistic.

Walking into the library, Song Qingyu felt like she had returned to the seventeenth century.

It took her a long time to remember the purpose of her visit.

"Hello," Song Qingyu greeted the library staff in fluent English. "I'd like to ask if there's a book called 'Etruscan Cities and Cemeteries' here?"

The staff member raised his eyes from his thick long hair, typed on the computer for a moment, and then said, "Yes."

"Then can I borrow it?" Song Qingyu's eyes lit up.

Staff: "There is only one copy of this book in the library, and it's a cradle copy. It cannot be borrowed."

"Okay." Song Qingyu felt quite regretful and could only turn to Gu Hanxing and say, "Let's go over there and take a look."

Gu Hanxing nodded slightly and let Song Qingyu push him to the bookshelf.

Song Qingyu looked at the books on the bookshelf and felt a little disappointed.

These books can be found in the market.

Instead, in front of the display cabinet, she saw the manuscript of "The Long Gospel", the 18th-century German ancient book "Abrogans", and even a portrait of a Chinese couple painted by a Western artist in the 17th century.

These works are naturally precious.

But as an antique restorer, Song Qingyu wanted to see the book "Etruscan Cities and Cemeteries" more.

This book provides a detailed introduction to the history, geography, architecture and other aspects of many cities in the Etruscan region, and also conducts a systematic study of Etruscan cemeteries.

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