Nuwa Growth Diary

After smoothly passing through the cutscene, Feng Xiaoxiao directly asked his cousin Daoming his intention to follow this visit and asked: "In fact, we also found your father’s bottle from Zhou Xinran’s ward before. I don’t know when it will be convenient for the old man Let us visit?!"

"Bottle?!" The little cousin was stunned for three seconds, then shocked for another three seconds, and finally couldn't believe it: "You mean, Xiao Xin...I mean Zhou Xinran, her high-end scam gang with such a high degree of commitment is staring at me. So long, just to get a bottle from our house?!"

Many things can be explained with this explanation. For example, the first time he visits the door for Mao’s girlfriend, he will make low-level mistakes. For example, after Mao, he only knows that he has dealt with the crime but did not even see a single fragment. When Mao’s girlfriend was admitted to the hospital a few days ago, there was a cabinet in the ward that no one could open... But all the hypothetical reasoning is based on the bottle must be very valuable, for example, what antique cultural relics. .

And what made the little cousin feel so cheating was that he knew clearly in his heart that the humble pot was just a gift from his father's old elders.

"In fact, we suspect that those people took the bottle for the sake of Mr. Feng." Feng Xiaoxiao seemed to have found the correct touch to fool people just now. He was half-truth and fluent and opened his mouth: "The value of the bottle itself is not Gao, I understand you, but your father also said that before Mr. Feng disappeared, he said that there was a clue to find him on the bottle..."

The little cousin struggled for a long time, and finally accepted the setting in Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth without thinking of other explanations: "Then what does this have to do with you?!"

"Isn't it enough for justice?!" Feng Xiaoxiao was shocked, stunned, and couldn't believe his cousin.

Little cousin: "..."

"Ah! Okay, in fact, you also found out, we are all named Feng..."

...

I don't know if I believed Feng Xiaogui, or because the bottle was pinched in other people's hands after all. Anyway, meeting in person is not a big deal, so the little cousin easily dialed the phone home, and decided on the spot for dinner for the day.

The content of the call did not reveal too much, and the old man only thought that his son was planning to honor himself with another higher imitation fake. Although not very interested, it was the mind of the juniors anyway, and this idea continued until a large number of people entered the door mightily at night. Then Feng Xiaoxiao took out the jar he had lost from the box in front of him...

The study is another study.

The old man sat behind the big desk and rubbed the bottle for at least half an hour without speaking. On the chairs in front of him, only Feng Xiaoxiao and Yang Yan sat.

Uncle Ao Qian led innocent foreigners and children in the living room to watch TV obediently, and Tang Qin sat with him as the host. As for the little cousin... the old man simply disliked the son's stupidity. When he first saw the bottle, he understood that Zhou Xinran's "failure" to break the pottery bottle was a secret, naturally. For the son who had no vision to choose a wife, the old man also didn't look down on his low emotional intelligence brain. He didn't plan to waste his saliva to talk with each other's ink, so he simply isolated him from high-level study meetings...

"Let's talk about it, what is going on with that Xiao Zhou?!" After a long while, the old man finally broke the silence and asked actively.

"Actually, you probably guessed it. It's a thing of the past. You can ask Tang Qin or his cousin later." Yang Yan put down the tea cup in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows to relieve his fatigue and continued: "This This time we came mainly for Mr. Fengsu."

The old man reluctantly put the vase carefully back on the shelf, and then asked, "Mr. Feng?"

"I've heard about the short story. You seem to mention that there is a clue to Mr. Feng's foothold on this bottle?!" Yang Yan groaned, "We also studied the bottle after we got the bottle. We didn't find anything special, so I just want to ask you, have you seen anything in the decades since you got the bottle?!"

The old man was suspicious: "You are very interested in Mr. Feng?"

After such an incident of the theft of the terracotta bottle, the old man no longer dared to believe in the mess outside, let alone recall his childhood as he did before.

"Actually, it's mainly because Mr. Feng and I have a deep connection..." Feng Xiaoxiao flickered again.

"Before you clearly said that you were an orphan!" The old man made a serious accusation, and then thought about it and asked mysteriously: "Is Mr. Feng really your long-lost grandfather?!"

"..." Yang Yan almost choked, silently put down his teacup again, and answered vaguely: "It's not Grandpa Zeng, but there may be other close relationships." For example, a couple...

"Let me just say it!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief, with an inexplicable sense of ease that fortunately the idol was innocent and not desecrated: "You don't look like Mr. Feng."

Although Feng Xiaoxiao does not look ugly, or even a pretty little beauty, if you compare it to Mr. Feng... Based on Mr. Feng’s genetic model, how ugly his wife can be to neutralize Feng Xiaoxiao now s level? !

The old man wanders in the air, Yang Yan has been closely monitoring the psychological activities of the other party, and then suddenly startled, coughing embarrassingly and then connected to the topic again: "Uncle, if we guessed correctly, is the Mr. Feng you met a leftist? The man with the azure snake scale pattern on the corner of his eye?!"

The old man returned to his senses and was taken aback: "How do you know?!"

Eyes of the sky, do you understand high technology!

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows calmly, and looked beyond the window: "So I said that there is a deep connection between him and Xiao Xiao..."

...

After the exchange, I didn’t get any meaningful information. Only Yang Yan was able to read Fuxi’s true face as a great achievement. However, he was not good at portraits and the description of facial features. When all the information was gathered together, the result was "the sky blue in the corner of the left eye." "Snake scales" can be used as a reference for identification.

After a meal, everyone didn't know whether they should be satisfied or lost and drove back. Tang Qin was still left with her relatives.

As soon as he got on the bus, Feng Xiaoxiao pulled out the Fuxi pottery bottle from the bottom of his seat and put it in his hand to study: "Even the old man didn't notice anything abnormal. Is this bottle really because Fuxi was impatient after being entangled in the first place? Are you here to lie to the children?!"

"Let's go back and see, I think it's just that we haven't penetrated it." Yang Yan started the car, and his exhaust first rushed to Chenghuang Street to send Ao Qian away, and then a car of people went back home.

Returning to his pottery, Yiyi jumped out to greet him, and was surprised when he saw the bottle in Feng Xiaoxiao's hand: "Hey, didn't you say you want to go back..."

"Yes, it's true, but it's a fake." Feng Xiaotan said: "Anyway, the old man just needs to think about it. I took the authentic and copied a fake that is absolutely invisible."

If there is no reference, of course, I can only manually squeeze it by my own imagination, but if there is a reference object, it is not difficult for Feng Xiaoxiao to copy an exactly the same thing.

"Oh." Yiyi nodded. During the period of staying in the pottery bar, the three views of this originally pure and kind little girl have changed drastically. At least she is no longer able to treat Feng Xiaoxiao occasionally. It is by no means regarded as just being accustomed to words and deeds.

Feng Xiaoxiao brought the bottle back to the room, and Yang Yan cared for his pet casually while parking the car: "Did you feed Alexander?!"

"Hey, top-quality snowflake beef, I have eaten a lot of rhubarb." Yiyi answered seriously.

"...It's Alexander!" Yang Yan asked again under the black line: "Where is Alice?!"

"Xiao Ai has eaten it a long time ago. I just flew out to play, and may come back later." Yiyi said by the way: "Today I also saw a candle shop intending to sell it in the clearing house. I bought a lot of high-end candles. Weiwei was also very satisfied."

After stopping the car, the two people who had a weird conversation talked as they walked into the store. They heard a harsh scream before reaching the door.

The scream seemed to hit the mind directly without spreading through the air. It was not Feng Xiaoxiao, but Wang Wei.

Glancing at each other, a man and a woman rushed into the room. As soon as they opened the door, Feng Xiaoxiao was standing stupidly in front of the sofa holding the bottle.

"What's going on?!" Yang Yan swept around the room. There were no ghost images of Wang Wei floating around in the room. Finally, he focused on the bottle in Feng Xiaoxiao's hand, wondering if it was a psychological effect. Yang Yan always felt that the bottle body seemed to be smooth and clean again: "This bottle..."

"This bottle?!" Feng Xiaoxiao seemed to come back to his senses, blinked, lowered his head and looked at the mouth of the bottle, then raised his head and asked blankly: "Second brother, this is from Fuxi bottle, right? It’s not Guanshiyin’s jade clean bottle?!"

"...Your Jade Jingbo is as fat as a hip flask." Yang Yan black line: "What's the matter?!"

From the small actions of the wind just now, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Yang Yan had a bad feeling, and the other party’s answer really proved this: "When I walked in just now, Wang Wei originally wanted to talk to me. Then the bottle suddenly lit, and she was sucked in..."

"Suck..." Yang Yan rubbed his forehead and had a headache: "What's the matter?!"

"I don't know!" Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head innocently. This time it was really innocent, not pretending.

If you have any questions, ask Li Chang. Looking at each other for a minute, the two began to be busy at the same time, one carefully placed the bottle on the table by the incense burner, and the other hurriedly took out his mobile phone to find Li Chang's number.

Within a few seconds of the connection sound, Chang Li answered the phone, and the background sound was still a roar of guns. It seems that the other party’s travel location is quite exciting: "I don’t have much time now, I have something to give you. Minute, hang up on me as soon as possible if there is nothing wrong, or I will turn my face!"

"Something! Something big!" Afraid that the other party would really hang up, Feng Xiaoxiao grabbed Yang Yan's phone and shouted, "What should I do if Wang Wei's ghost is swallowed by Fuxi's bottle!"

"..."