Chapter 887 The Secret Inside the Portrait

Xiaojiu has also seen the portrait in the frame on the desk many times. Every time he sees it, Qin Shu will tell him that this is her mother, his grandmother.

When Xiaojiu was climbing the chair neatly, Qin Shu had already walked to the desk, wondering what his anxious behavior was.

When she saw him holding a portrait of her mother and said it was the grandmother, she was stunned.

The meaning of Xiaojiu, the woman on Qishan looks a lot like her mother?

She hurriedly asked her son, "Are you saying that the woman you saw on the mountain looked a lot like the person in the portrait?"

The small hotel nodded: "Well, the eyes are not blue, they look very similar."

Qishan has a woman who looks a lot like her mother, what does that mean?

Could it be mom's sister?

still……?

For a moment, countless possibilities flashed through Qin Shu's mind, but she was quickly interrupted.

Fu Tingyu said that the master and mother should know each other, and they should know that they are similar.

Master, why has he never mentioned it?

"Mom." Xiaojiu called out, but Qin Shu didn't respond. He was a little anxious, so he took the portrait and got off the chair, saying that he was still a three-year-old child at the end, and it was a little inconvenient to get down with the portrait in his hand. I was in a hurry, but when my hand slipped, the photo frame fell to the ground, and the glass shattered with a "pop".

It also made Qin Shu come back to her senses. She looked at her son first, fearing that he would be injured and frightened: "Xiaojiu, are you alright?"

"Mom, I'm fine, it's just..." He looked at the broken glass, "the frame is broken."

"It's alright, mom will clean it up, you stand on the side, don't cut your hand." Knowing that his son was fine, Qin Shu was relieved and bent down to clean up the glass fragments on the ground.

She picked up the portrait first, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the words behind the portrait.

She kept this portrait in the box after she got it back from Qin Hai's villa.

It was only taken out and placed on the desk last year, and it has never been disassembled, nor has the photo frame been changed.

The reason why I didn't change it is because the pattern of the photo frame is very artistic, and the material is not ordinary wood, but very expensive huanghuali.

With Qin Hai's vision and taste, he couldn't choose such a photo frame.

If you look closely, you will know that this photo frame is specially customized by someone with a heart.

She turned the portrait over and saw that on the back was written, 2004.5.7/Ziqing

This date should be the date of the painting, and the calculation time should be twenty-four years ago.

"Who is Ziqing?" She muttered to herself while holding the portrait.

Xiaojiu replied, "It's Shizu, and grandmother is called Shizu Ziqing."

Qin Shu turned his head to his son and asked again, "Did you hear her call her master like that? Ziqing?"

Xiaojiu nodded vigorously: "Well, that's how grandma called Shizu."

Qin Shu lowered his head and looked at the portrait in his hand. It was painted by the master more than 20 years ago, so it also means that the master and her mother had known each other before she was born.

Is their relationship a friend or...

Instead of thinking about it, go see it with your own eyes.

Xiaojiu didn't know what happened. Seeing his mother's expression, he felt that something must have happened.

When Fu Tingyu came back, Qin Shu told him about this in general.

"I want to go to Qishan to see."

After hearing her words, Fu Tingyu felt something strange. The master said that parents were not allowed to go up the mountain, but Baoer's mother could go up the mountain to see the children. It seemed that the relationship between the master and Wenwen was not normal.

"I'll go with you."

Qin Shu nodded: "Well."

Fu Tingyu also looked at the portrait. It was a warm and young time. The painting was very detailed, very similar to the photo, especially the coloring was very close.

Blue eyes?

He suddenly remembered his mother's pet Yess, whose eyes were also azure blue.

He glanced at the words on the back of the portrait again, which were similar to the master's handwriting.

Ziqing?

Shouldn't it be a name, but a word?

After deciding to go to Qishan, Fu Tingyu asked Shi Yan to book a flight ticket for tomorrow.

Before going to bed, Qin Shu came to his son's room and talked to him roughly about going to Qishan tomorrow.

"Mom will come back when she finds out the matter."

Knowing that there must be important things for parents to go to Qishan, Xiaojiu didn't clamor to go, "Then I'll wait at home for my mother to come back."

Qin Shu rubbed his son's hair and felt relieved: "Well, Xiaojiu is the best."

The next morning, Fu Tingyu and Qin Shu went out and rushed to the airport.

When we arrived at Nanyue Ancient Wind City, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Fu Tingyu booked a room at Fengyue Inn. After settling in, he said, "Let's rest for the night, and we will go up the mountain in the morning tomorrow."

Qin Shu looked at the dark night outside the window and had no choice but to nod: "Well, that's the only way."

Fu Tingyu saw her absent-minded look, "I'm in a hurry to go up the mountain."

"Well, the master must know what happened to my mother, and the woman on Qishan who looks very similar to my mother, what does it have to do with my mother?"

There were too many doubts that troubled her, making her anxious to uncover these doubts.

The man reassured her: "Don't think about it so much, go take a bath first, rest early, and you'll know the answer when you go up the mountain tomorrow."

"Well." Qin Shu took the clothes and went to take a shower.

Fu Tingyu changed the sheets and duvet cover, and waited for Qin Shu to come out before going in to take a bath.

When lying on the bed, Qin Shu was nestled in the man's arms, thinking that the master hadn't mentioned these things several times, he felt a little uneasy: "Will the master be reluctant to say it?"

Fu Tingyu paused, tightened his arms to hug her, and whispered to comfort: "I'll know when I go up the mountain tomorrow, go to sleep first."

Qin Shu nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

As soon as the sky turned white, Fu Tingyu and Qin Shu got up.

After eating some meals, we left the inn.

After reaching the Long Bridge, it was already dawn.

It's autumn and the weather is still very hot.

Above the long bridge, the white fog was still thick, and Qishan could not be seen.

Fu Tingyu took his wife's hand and stepped onto the long bridge.

Qin Shu suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to the man: "Would you like to call the master to say something? The master said that if you have something to call, you won't be allowed to go up the mountain."

The man chuckled: "It's too late to call now, this is the signal shielding area."

"That's right." Qin Shu remembered only now that there is a signal shielding area at the foot of the mountain, and there is a signal on the mountain.

"Then go up and talk about it first, the master should not be so stingy."

The man smiled, and then said seriously: "Don't you think that the master doesn't let you go up the mountain, and you still set up an array, what are you trying to hide?"

Qin Shu was a little helpless: "I also have doubts, but the master doesn't want to say it. He said that he also has doubts, but no one answers them. I'm wondering what his doubts are?"

Fu Tingyu said: "Master's doubts should not be on us." He pondered for a while and said, "I always feel that if you lose your memory, Master will know some reasons."