The concubine is in trouble: please take care, my lord

Song Lie turned around leisurely, and what caught his eyes was a face that was very similar to the woman in the portrait, but much older.

To be precise, the woman in front of her is an old lady who has entered her seventies. Although she is old, she is energetic and well-maintained.

Song Lie's pupils couldn't help but magnify countless times, and he almost called out tremblingly, "Auntie..."

The person in front of him is Tian Xiaoyun's mother, also Mrs. Cheng, Mrs. Lanqin.

Speaking of which, since Tian Xiaoyun's mysterious disappearance, he has not seen the old lady Cheng for nearly 20 years, it seems like a lifetime away.

Lan Qin was dressed in a dark blue cheongsam, her hair was tied in a bun at the back, her appearance was elegant, and her whole body exuded a high-cold temperament.

She waved her hand lightly, refusing the support of the person next to her, and took two steps forward, her eyes fell on the portrait in front of her, "It looks like her, doesn't it?"

Song Lie's eyes dimmed slightly, "It's indeed very similar. In a daze, I really had the illusion that this is Xiao Yun."

Lan Qin's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the woman in the portrait without blinking, his voice was cold, "So, who is she?"

Song Lie sighed leisurely: "She is the wife of the author of this painting, her name is Nangong Yun."

"Nangong Yun..." Lan Qin smiled coldly, "It's a coincidence that the word 'Yun' is also embedded in this woman's name."

There was an inexplicable feeling rising from the bottom of Song Dai's heart, and he sighed slightly, "Who says it's not?"

There are more and more onlookers of the portraits, and everyone is praising the painter's profound skills, and the women in the portraits are even more glamorous and moving.

Song Lie walked aside with Lan Qin, and heard her ask: "You haven't set foot here for many years, why are you making an exception this time?"

Ever since Song Lie searched for Tian Xiaoyun for several years without a trace, and finally gave up, he never set foot in C City again.

Lan Qin also knew about the relationship between Song Lie and Tian Xiaoyun back then, and they were about to talk about marriage, but her disappointing daughter suddenly disappeared.

After Tian Xiaoyun left, Song Lie went through a period of depression, his whole body seemed to be hollowed out, and he was in a daze for several years.

If Song Dai's birth hadn't reawakened Song Lie's fighting spirit and will to survive, Song Lie might have gone with Tian Xiaoyun as early as 20 years ago.

Lan Qin is not like this. The saddest thing in the world is that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person. The sudden disappearance of her daughter almost killed half of her life. She is as strong as her. I don’t know how many days and nights it took to accept it. The cruel truth, live on.

Song Lie smiled lightly, "To tell you the truth, the author of this art exhibition is my daughter's father-in-law and my in-laws, so I'm here to support it."

A flash of surprise flashed in Lan Qin's eyes, "So that's it, your daughter is also married, time flies so fast."

"Yeah, 20 years have passed in a flash, and the old scenes are still vivid in my memory. I always feel that I am still young."

Lan Qin smiled slightly, and suddenly said: "I wonder if I would be honored to ask you to introduce me, I want to meet the artist of this painting exhibition."

Song Lie was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Of course, but I just arrived, and I haven't seen my in-laws yet. How about this, you can take a casual tour first, I'll go look for my in-laws right now, see you later."

"Okay." Lan Qin nodded lightly and let him go.

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Song Dai walked in holding Du Qiyou's arms. They didn't come early, and there were already many guests in the gallery, so the atmosphere was quiet.

Those who came to appreciate the paintings were either literati or scholars of elegance, so naturally they would not make any noise and make loud noises.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Dai joked: "Brother You, do you think we should take two calligraphy and paintings back today to support Daddy?"

Du Qiyou smiled lightly, and glanced at her, "Do you still need you to support the scene? After today's art exhibition, the calligraphy and paintings will be wiped out."

"That's true." Song Dai smiled happily, and the two of them whispered as they walked in, "I think your calligraphy and painting skills are also very good, maybe a little inferior to your father's, but you can still catch up You are at the level of a master, or I will hold a game for you some other day, we don't want to make money, we have the right to play, okay?"

Du Qiyou frowned, "Don't make fun of me, just my two brushes are not good enough to open any painting exhibition, just write and play at home. You are not allowed to mess around. If you dare to kill first and then play later, I will forgive you." Not you."

Song Dai curled her lips, "I just thought of it on a whim, just talking casually."

Du Qiyou snorted secretly, this little girl has gone too far on a whim, and the consequences are always serious, it's really a headache.

Song Dai looked around and murmured, "I don't know if Daddy is here, but I have to keep an eye on him, otherwise when he sees the portrait of mother, I don't know what unexpected things will happen. Hey, Tell me, does he recognize it?"

Du Qiyou frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Daddy's paintings are all of mother's appearance in ancient costumes, so I shouldn't be able to recognize it."

"That's not necessarily the case, don't forget, mother is 35 years old this year, but daddy's paintings are of mother's appearance at different ages, I heard from daddy, don't look at mother's tranquility and gentleness now, she has her own style, young When he was a monkey, he loved to tease people every day, jumping up and down, and when he laughed, he was even more cunning like a little fox, like a ghost." Song Dai said.

Du Qiyou lowered his eyelids to stare at her, and pondered: "Are you sure that daddy is talking about mother, not you?"

Song Dai was startled for a moment, but then came to her senses and thumped him lightly angrily, "Oh, you, I'm being serious with you."

Du Qiyou smiled slightly, nodded her forehead and said, "Don't talk about your elders behind your back, you, just take care of yourself."

Song Dai snorted dissatisfied, and the two continued to walk in. A dark blue figure standing by the wall could hear their conversation clearly. Qin's eyes have changed into another color.

Is the "mother" they are talking about, is she?

However, if it is really her, then she should be 47 years old this year, how could it be 35?

Wait, how can these two dolls have to be in their twenties, and how can they have a 35-year-old mother? It doesn't make sense at all.

The more Lan Qin thought about it, the more puzzled she became, her brows were already knit together.

She was invited to come to today's art exhibition, but she didn't know the inviter, but she came anyway.

She was lucky, what if, what if...

Just when Lan Qin's thoughts were spinning, a handsome and extraordinary man came to him, "Excuse me, is this Mrs. Lan Qin?"

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