Xiao Nanhui's heart tightened, and what flashed before his eyes was the mirror-like water waves in front of Jingbo Tower.
"My father was born with a cold and indifferent temperament, completely different from my mother's fierce and extreme character. The fusion of ice and fire ultimately cost my mother her life, ultimately leading to a tragic end. My father loved my mother, but his love was nothing compared to her life."
"My father inflicted a punishment on the Zhongli clan called annihilation of the family. Not only did he exterminate all of his relatives, he also forbade future generations from worshipping them, and forbade even a single mention of them in history books. At first, I thought my father was so cruel because of the terrifying, uncontrollable power within my mother, but I didn't understand the meaning behind that power until I visited the Shen family."
"My mother carries the blood of the previous dynasty and the Zhongli family. The legacy of the previous dynasty that my father feared all his life was not from anyone else, but from the woman he loved and the child she bore."
He finally stopped talking here.
The next moment, a slight sound came from the stone bricks under his fingertips.
He exerted a little force, and the loose brick was pulled out from the mottled stone wall, revealing a gap half the size of a palm.
He subconsciously looked at the woman beside him, who was also looking up at him. Their eyes met, and after a pause, they smiled at the same time.
He smiled because he felt relieved after seeing her worried expression, and she smiled precisely because she saw his relief.
He finally stopped hesitating and reached out to take out the thing from the gap between the bricks.
It was an old, rolled-up notebook, with four characters written on the cover in dark blue: "Dream Talks and Miscellaneous Records." The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, completely unlike the handwriting of an ordinary woman's journal.
The next moment, when the transcript was opened, Xiao Nanhui was completely dumbfounded.
There wasn't a single word she recognized in the transcript, only some seemingly random horizontal and vertical lines and ink dots floating on the white paper.
"W-What is this?"
Su Wei did not answer immediately. He carefully compared the contents on each page before speaking slowly.
"The prophecies woven from the heavens and the earth cannot be interpreted by anyone other than a member of the clan. This may be the method used by the Brocade Clan to record prophecies that Chen Shian mentioned."
"Are you saying this records a dream that hasn't been woven into a ribbon yet, or a prophecy that's already been interpreted?" Xiao Nanhui was itching to figure it out, but he really couldn't figure it out. "But what exactly does it say? Not a single word is understandable."
The man thought for a moment and took something out of his sleeve.
"I can't understand it now, but with this booklet, perhaps we can understand the patterns and unlock the message contained in this tape."
If someone else said this, Xiao Nanhui would definitely not believe it. But when the person in front of her said this, she felt as if she had already seen the day when the tape would be cracked.
Su Wei carefully put the last piece of brocade into his notebook. When he was about to close it, a gust of wind with drizzle blew by, revealing the last page of the notebook.
"Wait!"
Xiao Nanhui was quick to grab the flying paper and turn it back to the last page stained with ink.
It was a portrait stained with ink, with only a few strokes, and seemed to have been written in a hurry, but it was surprisingly vivid.
She stared at the painting for a while and finally expressed the doubts in her heart.
"Do you think...the person in this portrait looks a bit like me?"
The other person also looked at the painting, but his expression seemed too calm compared to hers.
"How did you see that?"
“Here, here, there’s still here!”
She gestured anxiously at the painting, but in fact the details of the painting were very limited. The closer she looked at it, the more it looked like many people rather than just one person.
Xiao Nanhui also noticed this and couldn't help feeling a little frustrated, but she still believed in her intuition when she first saw the painting.
"Don't disbelieve me. I was the first one to see the clues in Zou Sifang's portrait..."
The woman was still immersed in her own emotions, but he noticed another thing.
"But there is one thing that is indeed a little strange."
"What's strange about that?"
She asked casually, her mind still on the portrait.
Nothing could now seem stranger to her than this portrait.
"My impression is that although my mother has a good handwriting, her painting is very bad. But this painting..."
Su Wei paused here and his gaze fell back on the portrait.
The notebook on the cover is indeed my mother's note, and the things recorded inside are very private. It is unlikely that it will fall into the hands of outsiders.
But if this painting was not made by my mother, who could have done it?
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After drinking half a bottle of cold wine, Luo He woke up several times in the middle of the night.
The wine from Baishi Village was really hard to drink, but he didn't really care. Some people drink for the taste, while others drink just to get drunk.
He is the latter of the latter.
In front of the stone house, there was still a stone road that was paved a long time ago. He didn't want to go that way, so he went around to the back of the house, but behind the house there were pear trees planted a long time ago.
An inexplicable irritation suddenly came over him, and Luo He kicked the chicken coop on the side of the road hard.
Although Li Yuanyuan's fence looked ugly, it was very strong. When he kicked it, the fence didn't move at all, but he sat down on the ground.
He just sat there in the middle of the road, looking at the hens flapping their wings inside the fence, panting unwillingly, and as he panted, he burped again.
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