Chapter 255 Hua Qiang: That’s it?
Seeing that Hua Qiang had nowhere to go, Lao Liang thought about it and decided to take her home temporarily.
Those people probably couldn't have imagined that Hua Qiang would go to hide in the home of a stranger at this time.
In the vast night, I took Hua Qiang on the edge of the field and shuttled through the grass. The smell of mud and grass kept penetrating into Hua Qiang's nostrils in the night dew.
The wind blew on the thin skirt, bringing a slight chill.
The two middle-aged men walked slowly away in the night and gradually disappeared under the bright moonlight.
The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the skinny and pale-faced Lao Liang walked into the yard first. He looked back at Hua Qiang and said:
"Come in, Ms. Huaqiang."
Hua Qiang looked around the dilapidated old house.
Then she lifted her skirt and followed Lao Liang into the yard. She looked around and saw that the simple yard was full of flowers and plants, neatly arranged in rows.
It is already late autumn, but many flowers and plants still retain their lush appearance. It can be seen that the people in the yard have been looking at them carefully.
The ground was swept very clean, and there were not many fallen leaves.
After entering the house, Lao Liang turned on the light.
After entering the house, Hua Qiang was surprised to find that this house, which looked simple in appearance, was decorated very warmly.
The books were neatly arranged on the bookshelf. On the top of the bookshelf was a flower pot with green vines hanging straight down to the end of the bookshelf.
The photos on the wall are posted separately according to different colors.
The whole house gives people a warm, healing, clean and pleasant feeling.
This was Hua Qiang's first time going to a place, and she didn't have the urge to put on rubber gloves, take a few rags soaked in alcohol, and wipe every corner.
Even the furniture with peeling paint has a unique beauty after careful arrangement.
The dim light shines on these carefully decorated furnishings, making the room look more warm and comfortable.
“Your house is beautiful.”
Hua Qiang, who has always been proud and reluctant to praise others, couldn't help but praise her sincerely.
Lao Liang smiled and was very satisfied with every detail of his house. He knew how to live even if he didn't have money.
She is a person who loves life. Even though her family is poor, she will use her own hands to make her life exquisite.
On the way, Lao Liang asked Hua Qiang and found out the purpose of the photos in her hand.
Now that she is out of trouble, Hua Qiang has to do her job well.
But before she started working, she had to take a shower and change into clean clothes.
There are no women in Lao Liang's family. His wife passed away many years ago and there is no longer any of her clothes in the house.
Washing was easy, but suitable clothes were not easy to find. However, seeing that Hua Qiang looked unhappy, Lao Liang found some new clothes from the bottom of his box.
I was afraid Hua Qiang would dislike it, but unexpectedly Hua Qiang was very satisfied and took it.
As long as the clothes were unworn, Hua Qiang felt that she would accept them. After all, they were better than those taken off the proprietress.
Liang Junshi has been in his room without sleeping.
Because I was worried about Lao Liang, I couldn't sleep at all.
Liang Junshi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the yard door being pushed open, Lao Liang returning home, and the sound of him having a casual conversation with a woman.
I guessed that this woman who followed Lao Liang home was the woman who went to the photo studio to develop photos as my father mentioned.
Knowing that Lao Liang had returned safely, Liang Junshi felt relieved. He did not come to see him, fearing that Lao Liang would nag him again if he knew that he was still awake so late.
After washing up, Hua Qiang changed into Lao Liang's shirt and trousers. The trousers were too long, so she rolled up the trouser legs.
Hua Qiang had no time to sleep, so Lao Liang cleared out the table in the room and asked Hua Qiang to work all night.
She spread the photos and Zheng Yunsheng's notebook out on the table bit by bit, and took out a very delicate magnifying glass.
What Hua Qiang does now is handwriting identification.
If she had seen the originals, she would have found proof that they were rewritten to look old.
Holding a magnifying glass, she meticulously examined the horizontal, vertical, curved, and various strokes on the photo.
At this moment, she is truly full of vigor and vitality.
Lao Liang could see that this time he was definitely not pretending.
Sure enough, when people do what they are good at and passionate about, they will be particularly dazzling.
Just like Lao Liang, when he takes photos, he also gets rid of the aura of poverty and looks like a down-and-out artist when he is concentrating.
Seeing that Hua Qiang was seriously working, Lao Liang didn't disturb her anymore. After washing up, he went back to his room and went to bed.
The next morning, the dawn light poured into the room through the window.
After working all night, Hua Qiang put down the magnifying glass and pen, stretched herself, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She has found the key points to prove that the handwriting is forged, and has fully proved that the handwriting on the college entrance examination papers is forged from the aspects of proficiency, handwriting size and slope, and text layout characteristics.
A full year had passed since the incident, and no one knew when the other party started the practice of forging handwriting.
Judging from the handwriting on the test paper, we put a lot of effort into it. It is really difficult for ordinary people to find that the handwriting is a high imitation.
Hua Qiang is different, she is the highest-level identification expert in the army.
Hua Qiang couldn't find evidence even for those forged documents by spies who were more cautious and more difficult to distinguish the authenticity of, let alone just this one.
"Tsk, child's play, assigning me to such a crappy task is a waste of my talent, like using a butcher knife to kill a chicken."
Hua Qiang successfully completed the task, but secretly cursed Hua Yunze in her heart.
Next, we need to pack these materials and send them to Yanjing.
The military will directly do it for Zheng Yunsheng.
How come our special consultants are branded as someone who replaced someone else's college entrance examination results?
After Lao Liang got up, Hua Qiang handed the packed documents to Lao Liang and said:
"Brother Liang, I have to trouble you again. Please find a way to help me send this thing to Yanjing. I have already written the address on the note."
Lao Liang was going to work in the morning, and there was a post office near the commercial street, so he took the document, thinking that he could take it with him when he went to work.
But at this time Liang Junshi came out of the room.
Thinking that those people had seen Lao Liang yesterday, he was worried that it would be unsafe for Lao Liang to take the things with him, so he took the initiative to take the responsibility.
"Dad, those people have seen you. Give the things to me and let me deliver them. It's safer."
Lao Liang thought this made sense, so he passed the document to Liang Junshi.
This was the first time Hua Qiang had seen Liang Junshi since she entered the house. Old Liang introduced him to Hua Qiang:
"This is my son. I mentioned him to you yesterday."
Hua Qiang and Liang Junshi were polite to each other and smiled.
Because she was not sure about the current situation outside, Hua Qiang continued to stay at Lao Liang's house.
Lao Liang and Liang Junshi left the yard one after another.
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