1010: C1010 The Owner of the Old House be the Portrait

C1010 The Owner of the Old House be the Portrait

In front of the country gate, there seemed to always be a long, winding tree.

Every time summer came, many women would gather under the trees and sit on the soles of their shoes. The head of the east side, Xi Family, would look at each other when a person passed by and whisper about who they were and where they were going.

The people of the Divine Dynasty were actually the easiest to satisfy. As long as they were given the space to barely live, they would be able to enjoy as much as they could under harsh conditions and create amazing values.

Of course, this was Golden Age, the country was peaceful and the people lived in peace, never worried about the availability of rice in the vats, only worried about what they should eat for the next meal: my boy didn't like to always eat noodles, and wanted to make him a dumpling for wine and food.

Gao Fei drove the car to a stop in front of a group of women enjoying the cool under a big tree. He opened the car door and jumped out, a box of Chinese cigarettes in his hand. He walked in front of the women and asked with a smile, "Auntie, please smoke."

The aunties looked at each other and laughed in a tone that sounded very old-fashioned, "This big brother, you must be very interesting. We are all women, who would smoke this thing?

"Hehe, that's me, me, hehe."

Gao Fei scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. When he put away the cigarette, a woman asked, "Big Brother, you came to our village to inquire about someone, right?"

Gao Fei shook his head, "I'm not asking for information, I'm asking for information about a family. I would like to ask this aunt, you should know about Mansion of Faang Family, right? "

"Mansion of Faang Family?"

The aunt put down the cloth shoes in her hands and replied, "Of course I know, that is the most spiritual place in our village. However, I heard from my mother-in-law that after the little girl left home thirty years ago, the old mansion's door never opened again. Are you from the television station? I heard from my couple that this old house has already applied for that kind of cultural heritage and wants to take a photo and put it on TV! "

"I'm not from the television station."

Gao Fei shook his head, turned around and glanced at the car, then lowered his voice and said, "I-I'm the son of the Fang family girl from 30 years ago."

"What? You're the son of the boat?"

An old woman that looked to be in her fifties looked at Gao Fei in surprise and disbelief.

Gao Fei asked, "Aunt, you know my mom?"

"Of course I know her. When I first married into the family, your mother was still my bridesmaid!"

The old woman's face reddened, as if she had gone back to the days when she had remembered them for the rest of her life. "At that time, the boat was very beautiful, like a small child. She was only fifteen or sixteen when I got married, right? How long has it been since she had a son like you? "

Gao Fei smiled coyly and said perfunctorily, "Time flies, time flies."

The old women didn't understand what 'the passage of time is like the passing of time'. They were just surprised at how that beautiful girl from back then could have such a big and imposing son.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen woman's men surrounded Gao Fei on the street. Everyone was laughing happily as if they were looking at a monkey running out of a zoo.

Gao Fei finally found the location of the Mansion of Faang Family after calling a few of his aunties, aunties, aunties, and sister-in-law brothers and sisters. After finally finding the location of the Mansion of Faang Family and politely rejecting the enthusiasm of his relatives (to drink at home), he got on the carriage as if he was escaping.

Only after the car drove away along the crooked street did Gao Fei let out a long sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said, "The people from my hometown are too enthusiastic. They flatter me."

Shangguan Fengling, who rarely spoke along the way, suddenly spoke, "Guo Guo, do you really think of yourself as Gao Fei?"

Gao Fei was stunned for a moment. The car seemed to be trembling and he almost hit the water tank in front of the left door. Luckily, he reacted in time and quickly turned the steering wheel.

Shangguan Fengling didn't look at him. She looked forward with her old, muddy eyes and sighed with a hoarse voice, "Sigh, I know that in order to play the role of Gao Fei, not only do you spend a lot of time inquiring about his connections, but you also need to imitate his speaking tone, acting style and some subtle habits."

As Shangguan Fengling said this, the car had already arrived at the back of Faang Family Village, at the foot of the Embroidery Mountain.

Compared to the village entrance, this place was much more desolate.

Along the way, there were at most one or two open gates to the ten courtyards. The rest were all iron generals.

Sweeping his eyes across the corn on both sides of the road, Gao Fei could see an old-fashioned house with a bluish tone standing a few hundred meters in front of him.

The tall building was built with large green bricks and stone slabs. There were three spirit beasts crouching on the roof. A majestic feeling of history assaulted their senses.

Faang Xiaotine's ancestors were indeed worthy of being called the Chief Steward of the Qing Dynasty. The mansion they built was comparable to the small foreign buildings in the modern era, and its imposing manner was not inferior in the slightest.

This caused people to be astonished. A building like this that had experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain was actually able to escape from the great calamity that occurred during the last century. Wasn't this absolutely a miracle?

After slowly stopping the car in front of the gate, Gao Fei didn't get out of the car. Instead, he lit a cigarette and looked at the listless corn under the scorching sun. After a long silence, he said, "Yes." When I woke up in the morning, I thought I was Gao Fei, and that I should be Gao Fei -- I like Gao Fei. "

"You're in love with that man."

Shangguan Fengling opened the car door but didn't get out.

Gao Fei took a long drag on his cigarette, and lightly nodded: "Well, if this is love, then I really do love him."

"Sigh, but you are Demonic Tao."

Shangguan Fengling sighed and mumbled something before getting off the car.

"I am Demonic Tao? Hehe, I am Demonic Tao. So what if I'm from Demonic Tao? Who made the rule that a person within the Demonic Tao could not fall in love with a man from the mortal world? "

Gao Fei took out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs off and jumped down from the car without any hesitation. He held a very ancient key in his hand.

This was the key Faang Xiaotine had given him, able to open the door and lock the Mansion of Faang Family.

The lock on the front door of the old house was not the one on the television, but a cleverly designed secret lock.

Gao Fei unlocked the door. After nearly thirty years of wind and rain, the door was still open with a light click.

Gao Fei raised his hand and tried pushing the door. The black door on the left with the door studs opened with a creak.

Behind the gate was a grassland that was two to three acres wide.

Even on the prairie, in the midst of wild grasses and trees, there were some flowers.

Almost thirty years had passed since anyone came. The flowers and trees that lacked care had long since grown into trees with fragrant flowers blooming. Groups of small bees were surrounding the flowers, blindly humming with pleasure.

Whoosh! A fat hare burst out from the grass behind the door and shot past Gao Fei like an arrow before disappearing into the grass.

On the other side of the prairie was a large house that was also made of blue brick and stone. The style of the building was exactly the same as the Four Harmonies Courtyard built on Jingdu City.

Standing in front of the door, it gave off the feeling of a palace.

In particular, the divine beasts squatting on the rooftops had a ferocious look on their faces, as if they wanted to bring a person back to a time it was familiar with.

When the Fang family's Ancestor was building the house, he probably wanted to keep a low profile and didn't do anything rash. Just a row of nine main houses at the northern end of the house could be reached from the western side.

The backyard was not that big, but it was built against a mountain and was similarly barren.

In the middle was an ancient well. The wheel on the well had long since been decayed by the passage of time, but there was a broken earthenware pot placed on the well.

Since Faang Xiaotine had left home, she had never returned. The villagers did not even know if she was alive or dead … If this had happened in any other place, the old mansion would have been destroyed long ago, and the foundation would have been confiscated.

The villagers, and even the village head did not know where Faang Xiaotine had gone to. However, the mayor and the district's Superior knew that this old house's history was very important and could not be destroyed. Most importantly, no one dared to have any ideas about this place.

This was the home of a direct descendant of the Gao Family. The Fang family's last successor was still here and this was a house with an owner. No one, including the Divine Dynasty, had the right to own it.

Walking in the middle of the tall grass, Jack and Lily did not say anything as they looked around curiously.

When he walked into the main hall, he saw an ancient portrait on the wall in front of him. It was a woman wearing an apricot-colored neon dress with the hair at the temples of a horse. Her left hand held the jade ruyi while her right hand naturally drooped forward.

This portrait was painted on a brocade. The colour of the brocade and the color of the portrait were both yellow and filled with a sense of history. There was a layer of dust on the portrait, but one could faintly make out the signed seal.1

The name on the seal was surnamed Chen and was named Chen Tianshou.

It seemed that this painting was similar to that of the Lady Guanyin. It was drawn by a painter called Chen Tianshou.

When Gao Fei was carefully looking at the name on the stamp, he didn't notice Shangguan Fengling behind him. She was also looking at the name as if she was looking at a ghost!

When he turned around, Shangguan Fengling had already closed her eyes.

When Gao Fei walked into the main hall, the first feeling he got was that someone was looking down at him from above.

The two eyes that looked at him were very cold, without any emotion, just like when you saw an old lady on the street begging for help, and she just so happened to be asking you for money to see a doctor.

Instinctively, Gao Fei looked at the portrait again. Only then did he realize that the pair of eyes that faintly looked at them were those of the woman similar to the Empress Guanyin in the portrait.

This was not Empress Guanyin.

The Empress would hold a bottle of clear water in her hand and a willow branch in her hand.

The woman in the portrait was holding a jade ruyi.

Gao Fei was surprised. He tried taking a few steps to the left and right, but he caught a glimpse of the portrait from the corner of his eye. It seemed to be staring at him the whole time.

Shangguan Fengling whispered, "There's something strange about this portrait."

"If there's something wrong, just take it off."

Gao Fei answered lightly and stretched out his right hand.

Shangguan Fengling shook her head. "Forget it, don't touch it. "It has been in this place for many years, and in a sense, it is already the owner of this house. We are only guests, how can we fight over its owner? That would be against the will of the heavens."

Gao Fei said: "But I think it will make people uncomfortable to hang this portrait here. In the future, if you stay here, you will definitely feel uncomfortable. "

"I didn't intend to stay long."

Shangguan Fengling looked at Gao Fei with a doting look in her eyes. "Actually, even if I wanted to, I don't have much time left."

Gao Fei's hand, which was reaching out towards the portrait, froze in the air.

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