Flashing red and blue police lights disturbed the tranquil night of the small town. Under the bright and transparent hotel porch, a group of police officers escorted three thugs past Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu. The leader walked up the stairs in a daze, then suddenly turned and gave Zhang Moyan and Xiao Xingyu a strange smile, saying grimly, "Just you wait!"
Zhang Moyan's expression remained unchanged. Xiao Xingyu waved his hand at the thug as if to express his gratitude: "Sorry, I don't have time to wait for you!"
The murderer got nothing, his face froze as if he had hit a wall. Before he could react, he was scolded by the police and pushed into the police car.
Elderly Mrs. Yuan Hongying, supported by Wang Wenlong, walked out of the hotel's glass doors. The recent incident had somewhat affected her spirits. Zhang Moyan knew that today's conversation could no longer continue.
Yuan Hongying, who was surrounded by the crowd, felt Zhang Moyan's gaze and walked over to hold her hand: "What's wrong, child?"
Zhang Moyan hesitated for a moment, not disguising what she was thinking. "Can I visit you again? You didn't finish your story today. I want to know what happened next. Why didn't you take the plum vase away, but kept it in your Wang family?"
What’s more important is that Mrs. Yuan’s entire narrative today omitted one person.
She talked about Xiao Guoxi and Chen Yun, but never mentioned Zhang Shunqing, who had traveled with them. As Xiao Guoxi's most senior student and Chen Yun's future husband, how could he be absent from this story?
Yuan Hongying looked thoughtfully at the several police cars waiting to depart at the bottom of the stairs, then tightened her grip on Zhang Moyan's hand and smiled faintly, "I've handed Mei Ping over to the police. After the investigation here is completed, I will go to Ruzhou with Mei Ping."
After saying that, she turned to the other side without further explanation, and asked Xiaowa and Wang Zhongguo to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. She said a few polite words to the hotel manager, then said goodbye to everyone in an orderly manner, and walked towards the private car that had been waiting for her with the support of Wang Wenlong.
"Sir, do you need us to accompany you to the hospital?" A serious and responsible young policeman came over and said that the injured people could be taken to the hospital in a police car.
The injured Xiao Xingyu half-clutched Zhang Moyan, displaying the righteousness of a good citizen: "No need, it's such a minor injury and you're wasting your police force. My wife is here, we can get a ride-hailing service and we'll be here soon. The hospital isn't far away."
The young policeman said: "Since it's not far, I'll give you a ride. A fracture is no small matter and we can't delay!"
Xiao Xingyu was stunned by the enthusiasm of the people's police. If he went to the emergency room, this enthusiasm might expose the illusion.
"No need, police comrade. There are so many people here and he's nervous." Zhang Moyan answered for him.
"Right, right, right," Xiao Xingyu agreed deeply. "Comrade police officer, please give me special treatment when you go. It would be too grand and would only make me nervous."
"Really?"
Xiao Xingyu touched his phone and said, "Here it comes! It should be the online car-hailing driver calling! ... Hey, driver, where are you at the back door... Okay, okay, you don't have to come over. The situation here is complicated. We'll go find you right away. Wait for a while!"
Xiao Xingyu was talking on the phone in a pretentious manner, and Zhang Moyan played along: "Comrades, please go ahead and do your work. I'll take good care of him!"
It was rare for the young policeman to meet such reasonable people. He watched Xiao Xingyu and Zhang Moyan leave together with deep affection, and sighed that not only were they handsome men and beautiful women, but they also had such high quality. He hoped that he would meet such self-reliant people when he was on duty in the future.
As the handsome man and beautiful woman walked around the main gate, the world suddenly became quiet. Zhang Moyan felt a sense of relief on her shoulders, and then she was pulled away by the man who had been pretending to be paralyzed a moment ago: "Moyan, look, there's a garden over there. Let's go take a look!"
There is definitely no online ride-hailing service, but Xiao Xingyu's interest in this is quite sudden.
The two of them walked into the scattered flowers and trees in the breeze and bright moon. It is well known that the hotel's green landscaping is just a decoration for people to see during the day. In fact, there are not many people walking around, so naturally there are only a few dim lights on the ground. It can be said that there is almost no light. It can be regarded as a good place for conversation and date.
"Mo Yan, you must be tired today. Let me carry you!" Xiao Xingyu suddenly suggested.
Zhang Moyan was confused: "Carry me? Why do you want to carry me?"
Xiao Xingyu took it for granted: "You gave our family such a precious Sima Guang smashed jar and bottle. From now on, you are our family's great benefactor. We must worship you. Your feet cannot touch the ground, your ten fingers cannot touch the water, and you absolutely cannot endure any hardship! Your back seems too ugly, so I'd better hold you!"
Xiao Xingyu was about to strike Zhang Moyan's knee as he spoke, but Zhang Moyan dodged like a rabbit. Understanding the hidden meaning behind Xiao Xingyu's words, she hurriedly asked, "Did you notice anything when you looked at that plum vase just now? Does it really have something inside?"
Xiao Xingyu forcibly pulled Zhang Moyan over and kissed her first: "Remember what Xiaowa told us about the age of the plum vase after testing?"
"I remember, he said the plum vase was from the mid-Ming Dynasty." Zhang Moyan was almost unable to speak due to the pressure of his lips. "...What's wrong?"
Zhang Moyan's face quickly turned hot when she realized her voice was a little breathless. How could she still chat like this? One mouth can only do one thing at a time, right?
Xiao Xingyu seemed quite at ease, taking a moment to speak while moving around: "Porcelain is characterized by its era. The shapes, sizes, styles, and so on, vary greatly between dynasties. Plum bottles were produced in the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. Song Dynasty plum bottles have small mouths, broad shoulders, long bodies, and short necks. Ming Dynasty plum bottles have trapezoidal mouths, and Yuan Dynasty plum bottles have large chests..."
Zhang Moyan suddenly grabbed Xiao Xingyu's hand, which matched his words and actions. Her heart pounding, she glanced around, not knowing what to say. She warned with her eyes: "We're outdoors! How can you be so wild without warning?"
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