Jiang Cheng let out a cry of horror and suddenly pulled his hand back, but now there was something in his hand, which was the mop that was leaning on the table just now. Jiang Cheng hurriedly thrust the mop behind him at the mad dog, his eyes already closed tightly in fear. He only heard a shrill low cry in front of him, and his arm holding the mop felt a force of impact almost at the same time. Then, everything became quiet again, and even the people who were chasing him stopped shouting.
"What's going on? Am I already dead?" Jiang Cheng opened his eyes hesitantly, but the first thing he saw was that the mad dog was still opening its mouth in front of him. Jiang Cheng was so frightened that he almost screamed out again, but he soon noticed that the mop handle he had poked out was stuck in the mad dog's mouth. Unexpectedly, he accidentally killed the mad dog.
Jiang Cheng gasped for air, feeling as if his heart was almost coming out of his mouth. At this time, Chu Xueying screamed and ran towards him, followed by several citizens chasing dogs.
"Jiang Cheng! How are you! Are you injured anywhere?" Chu Xueying asked in panic, looking at her boyfriend's embarrassed expression and completely losing her mind.
"I... I'm fine." Jiang Cheng replied with Ping's rapid breathing. With Chu Xueying's help, Jiang Cheng slowly stood up and glanced at the mad dog's corpse with lingering fear. He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a flash of blue light in the mad dog's eyes.
"What is that?" Jiang Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"What?" Chu Xueying followed Jiang Cheng's gaze with a confused expression.
"It's nothing." Jiang Cheng shook his head, "Maybe I saw it wrong."
Tong Xingtao squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers. After making sure that Jiang Cheng was not injured, he said to the two of them: "We'd better go back first. It will be night later."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the gray sky, and his mood became even more depressed.
There were no more twists and turns in the rest of the journey. Jiang Cheng was sitting in the car, and the dream that had gradually become blurry became clear again. At this time, he felt the feeling in the dream more deeply. That kind of resistance and anxiety, combined with the previous experience, gave him an absurd idea - this city does not welcome him!
Jiang Cheng did not express this idea. Chu Xueying had already experienced too many sad things. Although such remarks were absurd, they would also put pressure on the other disciple.
"We're here." Tong Xingtao glanced at his watch and sighed softly.
After getting out of the car, Jiang Cheng and Chu Xueying saw a European-style bungalow. Tong Xingtao introduced from the side, "This is my wife's residence. From now on, this house will be inherited by you, Miss Chu Xueying."
"Me?" Chu Xueying said in astonishment. She originally thought that she came here just to express condolences to her deceased relatives.
Jiang Cheng explained on the side, "Tong Xingtao did mention inheriting the inheritance on the phone before, but the situation at that time was a bit... special, so I forgot to tell you about it for a while."
Tong Xingtao glanced at Jiang Cheng and said calmly: "Mrs. Chu Yan has no children, so you are her only legal heir."
Chu Xueying shook her head and said, "We'll talk about this later. I want to go see Aunt Chu Yan first."
Tong Xingtao nodded slightly and led the two of them towards the room.
Jiang Cheng noticed at this time that the bungalow was decorated in a Baroque style, which was gorgeous and unrestrained, with strong tension. However, perhaps because there had just been a funeral or because the aunt had neglected to clean, the surrounding decorations looked a bit dim, and the originally bright colors now looked lifeless. But precisely because of this, the room showed another kind of morbid and twisted beauty. Jiang Cheng was attracted by all this and couldn't help but think of an art review he had read about the Baroque style. "The word Baroque has strange, weird, deformed and other meanings in Italian. People initially thought it was a degenerate and twisted art. It wasn’t until later that things changed…”
Tong Xingtao said while leading the way: "Do you still remember this place? From the time you were twelve years old until you left Yilin City, you have always lived here."
"Twelve years old?" Jiang Cheng heard this strangely and asked, "Then where did she live before she was twelve years old?"
"In..." Tong Xingtao hesitated for a while and then said: "In Notre Dame Orphanage."
"Don't Chu Xueying have relatives? How come she grew up in an orphanage?" Jiang Cheng asked subconsciously.
Tong Xingtao explained, "Before that, my wife had never known the existence of Miss Chu Xueying. It was not until an accidental opportunity that she discovered that she was her brother's child. From then on, my wife took Chu Xueying home and treated her very well." She loves her as much as her own daughter. It was not until two years ago that Miss Chu Xueying left Yilin City."
"But why did I leave here at that time?" Chu Xueying was eager to know everything about herself and couldn't help but ask.
"This... I'm not sure." Tong Xingtao shrugged and recalled: "I only remember that Ms. Chu Yan seemed to have made this decision in a hurry, and she seemed to have asked me to send her to the hospital the next day. Station. After that, my wife started to feel a little weird. Until a week ago, my wife suddenly committed suicide by jumping off the building."
"That's not right? What does that mean?" Jiang Cheng asked with a frown.
While talking, the three of them had already walked to the main hall. Tong Xingtao did not answer Jiang Cheng's question, but stood aside suddenly. Jiang Cheng saw an oil painting hanging on the wall in front of him. The picture showed a lady with an elegant expression, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Chu Xueying's. Chu Xueying stared at the painting, looking a little confused. When Jiang Cheng saw this, he realized that this was Chu Yan's portrait, and immediately stepped forward to bow with a solemn expression.
Chu Xueying suddenly said: "Who is this?"
Jiang Cheng hurriedly whispered: "Don't you already remember your aunt? Could it be..." As he spoke, he couldn't help but become nervous, and a serious question came to his mind - if Chu Xueying loses her memory of her aunt, Will it have any impact on inherited property
At this time, I heard Tong Xingtao say leisurely from the side: "My wife is a well-known painter in Yilin City, and this is her last work."
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that he had been fooled, and became angry and said in a strange tone: "What do you mean by showing us this painting?"
Tong Xingtao frowned slightly, but no longer looked at Jiang Cheng, but said to Chu Xueying: "Miss, don't you want to know the name of this painting?"
Chu Xueying asked subconsciously: "What is it?"
"This painting is called "Future Niece". It was drawn by my wife imagining what you would look like in the future." Tong Xingtao replied, "She has been painting this picture since I sent you away. My wife has always been thinking about you. Looking at you, even imagining what you will look like in the future."