Old things are brought up again. As soon as Wen Zichuan's father left the country, the ancient tomb was...

When Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming lived together, they often chatted about all sorts of things before going to bed.

Although Wei Xiaoming was born to Wang Jian and raised by Wei Jing, and is in the entertainment industry, he has always maintained a very simple and pure childlike mentality. He praises people when he likes them and scolds people when he doesn't like them. Since he regards Wen Zichuan as a friend, he must be praising him sincerely without any falsehood.

At the same time, Wen Zichuan also figured out why Wei Xiaoming had such complicated feelings for Wei Jing.

When Xiaoming was twelve, his family's fortune was completely squandered by Wang Jian, forcing him to drop out of school and go hungry. Later, he was adopted by Wei Jing, and suddenly found himself in a life of luxury, a life he always felt unworthy of.

Therefore, the better Wei Jing treated him, the more unworthy he felt. However, he could not repay Wei Jing, so he had to pretend to be obedient. He went abroad when Wei Jing asked him to go abroad, studied when Wei Jing asked him to study, and filmed when Wei Jing asked him to film. Everything about his life was arranged by Wei Jing.

What's more, there have been rumors in the circle that Wei Jing likes younger girls. In the past few years, Wei Xiaoming is the only one who enjoys the treatment of "crown prince" in Xingyu Feiyu.

But time will not stop. Wei Xiaoming is already nineteen years old. In his eyes, Wei Jing's kindness to him will gradually decrease as he grows older.

If Wei Jing took back everything he had given him, there was no guarantee that he would not end up with nothing.

Now Wang Jian is also dead. As Wei Xiaoming said, he will have no home, no relatives, and no friends.

So even though godfather is more important than friend, he cannot choose his godfather, while Wen Zichuan is a rare good friend chosen by himself.

Besides, Wen Zichuan is not like the other people in Xingyu Feiyu, who respect and fear him on the surface, but coax him and perfunctorily treat him behind his back. He is also not like his classmates at school, who, once they know his background, often tease him with remarks like "traffic creates stars".

Wei Xiaoming admits that he is ordinary, but ordinary people are also qualified to make friends with sincere people.

"Zichuan, do you mind if I put out my father's portrait?" Wei Xiaoming held a photo frame and looked at him pleadingly. Then he pointed to a slightly dusty hanger in the corner by the window. "I'll put it there. It won't face the bed, and it won't bother you."

Wei Jing sent people to collect Wang Jian's body. After a hasty cremation, it was sent to his hometown for burial. The only thing brought back for Wei Xiaoming was a portrait.

Wen Zichuan thought, this is also human nature: "It's not easy to put it in such a high place, let me help you."

Wei Xiaoming nodded and handed him the photo frame: "Thank you."

As soon as Wen Zichuan got the photo frame, he was shocked by the 50% distorted portrait!

Although Wang Jian's remains had been restored and the portrait had some of the painter's brushwork, the basic outlines of his facial features were still there. He must have seen this person somewhere, and they must have met!

"Zichuan, what's wrong?" Wei Xiaoming saw him staring at the portrait and thought something was wrong.

"It's okay." Wen Zichuan shook his head, moved a stool, stood on it, and placed the portrait on the hanger.

As he was thinking, he also remembered that last year, he was taken by President Jin to Heting Manor to accompany him for drinks, and the driver sitting next to him was Wang Jian!

In other words, Wang Jian not only relied on Wei Xiaoming during his lifetime, but was also involved with Mr. Jin. He might even have used Mr. Wei's name to deal with many wealthy people.

Cheng Sizhou once said that any collector must be someone who has no worries about livelihood, otherwise he can't even afford to eat, so who would have the spare money to play with those things?

Speaking of rich people, anyone who reaches the top in any industry can make money, but overall, the entertainment industry does produce a lot of rich people.

For those who are rich and have a hobby of collecting, Mr. Wei in front of us is a living example. Is it possible that there is another "Mr. Wei" in the circle, who is the financial backer behind Wang Jian and assigned him to Longji Mountain?

It seems that he still needs to think of a way to find out more information.

During the Qingming Festival, the rain gradually increased, and it rained non-stop from morning till night. The crew adjusted the shooting plan and filmed several rain scenes in advance.

In order to catch up with the progress, the actors with more roles did not take any holidays. Wen Zichuan had no time to return to Dengyuan to meet Cheng Sizhou.

That afternoon, he called Cheng Sizhou, who was accompanying Lin Xin to visit Jiang Anyi's grave. In previous years, his master and his mistress were always with him, but this year there were only the two of them, which added to the sadness.

Cheng Sizhou hung up without saying a word, probably because he didn't want his master's wife to find out that they were still in contact.

After all, Wen Zichuan left in a hurry and didn't have time to clarify things in person and resolve Lin Xin's misunderstanding of the Wen family. Now he hasn't shown up for several months, which gives people a very bad impression.

After much deliberation, he sent a message to Cheng Sizhou: "Brother Zhou, have you listened to the recording? If you have a chance, please explain it to me. I don't want your master and his wife to keep misunderstanding me."

After waiting for a few minutes, Cheng Sizhou didn't reply. Wen Zichuan held the phone in a daze for a while, secretly cursing himself for being useless.

Since she dared to leave a message in the recording saying "I allow him to give up on me", why did she start to feel sad again when he was slow to reply to her messages?

On rainy days, the sky is so dark that it cannot be cleared.

Wei Xiaoming still had a solo scene to shoot, and Wen Zichuan felt unwell, so he finished work early and returned to his residence.

The window of the room was not closed, and the restless gauze curtains fluttered in the wind like a person who had lost control of his emotions.

The moment he closed the window, thunder suddenly rolled across the sky and exploded on the top of his head like firecrackers.

Amidst the thunder, lead-gray clouds quickly moved overhead, and raindrops as big as beans fell mercilessly, washing away everything in the field of vision.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The green bamboo in the courtyard wanted to open its mouth to drink water, but it was soaked through and made sounds like wheezing or coughing.

How long has it been since the attack?

Wen Zichuan couldn't remember. He took a deep breath, ready to fight the stress, but his rhythm was disrupted by a sudden stomach cramp.

Oh no…his stomach problems are acting up at the same time and he has run out of medicine. Can he hold on until the rain stops?

Wen Zichuan pressed his abdomen hard, his face turned pale with pain. He hunched over and rummaged through the cabinet to find some mineral water, but he didn't have enough strength to unscrew the bottle cap.

In fact, drinking water is useless. Water cannot suppress stomach pain. It’s just that the action of drinking water can divert his attention, so that he doesn’t think about it and doesn’t let himself become a prisoner of the sound of rain.

But it hurts so much.

He fell on the bed, curled up like a shrimp, his temples completely soaked with sweat, as if several sharpened steel knives were inserted into his stomach, stirring and rotating, mincing the red and white flesh.

With the last bit of strength he had, he dialed the number of the emergency contact.

Cheng Sizhou was thousands of miles away, and even if he wanted to help him or save him, he couldn't come over immediately. But in his subconscious, he wanted to hear his voice, as if he was still at the willow bank, and Brother Zhou would comfort him and stay with him until the rain stopped and the clouds cleared.

When the bell rang, it started to rain heavily in Dengyuan.

Cheng Sizhou had just sent Lin Xin home. Seeing that the weather was getting bad, he took off his coat and went to the balcony to collect clothes.

The cell phone kept ringing in my pocket until it automatically hung up.

"Xiao Zhou, put your clothes on the sofa, I'll fold them later." Lin Xin was busy on the first floor and shouted to Cheng Sizhou on the second floor.

"No need, Master's wife. I'll take it and fold it as I go." Cheng Sizhou closed the doors and windows and began to fold clothes.

Although it was already April, the air near the sea was still cold and humid. We went to the suburban cemetery in the morning, and both of our clothes were softened by the moisture.

Lin Xin made some ginger tea and asked Cheng Sizhou to drink some. Then he went to get his coat and prepared to wash and dry it.

At this moment, the cell phone in his coat pocket rang again.

Lin Xin took out his cell phone, and the three words "Wen Zichuan" suddenly jumped into his eyes!

"Master's wife!" Cheng Sizhou immediately ran over, took the phone and hung up the call.

"Are you still in contact with the boy from the Wen family?" Lin Xin's eyes changed instantly.

"Master's wife, I'm not..." Cheng Sizhou had listened to the recording and was planning to tell Lin Xin the whole story. However, Qingming Festival was approaching and Master's wife was inevitably sad. He wanted to wait until after this sensitive day before telling her the whole story to prevent her emotions from getting out of control again.

"You think I wronged him, right?" Lin Xin's eyes were red and his voice trembled slightly.

"He told me everything about his parents. When An Yi and An Yi left, Wen Duo was not in the country, so he should have no relationship with the Wen family..." Cheng Sizhou paused and added timidly, "You can't doubt him just because his father made an overseas call and there are foreigners among the kidnappers..."

"Did the Wen family kid say that?" Lin Xin smiled coldly and bitterly. "I just said that he's just like his father, the best at sweet talk."

Cheng Sizhou was puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Xin walked to the cabinet, took out the family photo, and pointed to the sofa: "Come on, sit down and talk."

Cheng Sizhou sat on the sofa as ordered, and watched Lin Xin caressing the smiling little Anyi in the photo, and couldn't help shedding tears. His heart was once again filled with guilt and self-blame.

In these eighteen years, he had thought countless times why he didn't send An Yi to the Lantern Festival that day, and then go to a hospital. Just to be lazy for a while, An Yi suffered misfortune.

Even if he was the one who was kidnapped, at least both sets of parents loved An Yi very much, unlike him, whose sexual orientation made his biological parents feel endless disgust for him.

"Xiao Zhou, don't let that Wen family brat fool you. Wen Duo didn't just make overseas calls back then. His arguments with your master weren't just verbal disputes." Lin Xin's face was covered in wrinkles. The slightest reminder of that memory would cause her unbearable pain. "Your master overheard Wen Duo revealing domestic archaeological research findings to a foreign company."

"What...?" This sentence contained too much information, and Cheng Sizhou was a little overwhelmed.

"Wen Duo and Lin Hanzhen disappeared in Longji Mountain for three years. Although they refused to reveal the details, the Archaeological Institute later confirmed that there was indeed a looted ancient tomb deep within Longji Mountain..."

"Do you suspect that Wen Duo is involved in the tomb robbery?"

"I'm not doubting it, I'm certain of it."

Beiling Village, deep in the Longji Mountains, is a place with almost no communication with the outside world. Wen Duo came out of there, first left the research institute, and then frequently came into contact with foreigners. As soon as he went abroad, the ancient tomb was looted.

If I say it's just a coincidence, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

"Then why do you say that the Wen family is... a murderer?"

"Because the kidnappers demanded more than one million, they..."

"How are they?!" Cheng Sizhou was very anxious. He felt that he was only a stone's throw away from the truth, but his master's wife had a bitter look on her face and hesitated several times. "Master's wife, tell me! Just tell me!"

Lin Xin held his hand tightly: "I promised your master not to tell anyone about this, but An Yi is innocent. It's been almost twenty years. I don't want her to die in vain..."

"I understand, I understand..." Cheng Sizhou hugged her and comforted her softly, "Tell me, no matter who is behind this, I will make him pay the price and avenge An Yi..."

"In addition to the one million, they also extorted a cultural relic."

"What is it?"

"Purple gold glazed porcelain gui with six handles."