A gust of cold wind blew in. Chen Chu raised his head and saw the osmanthus tree outside the window at a glance.

Old Man Li said that the tree has been for many years.

Several times in the evening, Chen Chu saw Li Laitou sitting on the recliner and just looking at the osmanthus tree.

His eyes didn't look like he was looking at a tree, like he was looking at an old friend through that tree.

However, he never told Chen Chu about his past. Chen Chu knew nothing except that he knew his surname was Li and his name was Shu Bai.

That night he only mentioned two things, one was where he was buried after his death, and the other was to let her watch out for the osmanthus tree.

Chen Chu snorted and laughed: "I don't know if this tree is planted by his sweetheart. It's almost out of reach. I'm still thinking about letting me take good care of his tree."

Fu Yan knew she was uncomfortable, so he bent down and raised his hand to rub her head: "We will take time back every year from now on."

Chen Chu looked down at him, "Well. What do you want to eat at noon? Old Man Li is alone at home, and probably nothing is delicious. Have some noodles?"

There are no stores in front and behind the village, and the only convenience store is still two kilometers away, so it is not easy to buy ingredients.

“I’ll go cook.”

Fu Yan kissed her: "You can organize Mr. Li's things."

"good."

Chen Chu did not refuse. She looked at Fu Yan's room, looked at the osmanthus tree outside the window for a while, and then got up and went to the wooden shelf on the other side to sort out the things on it.

Chen Chu didn't care much before, but now when I packed it up, I found that there were a lot of valuable things in Old Man Li's room.

There was a vase on his shelf, but there were no flowers in the vase, and his paintings were inserted inside.

Chen Chu didn't pay attention before, but now he realizes that the vase is not simple.

She has seen a lot of these things in Chen Chu's grandfather's storage room, and now she can see some of them.

If she read it correctly, the vase should be from the Ming Dynasty, and it would be worth at least one million.

Look at his shelf with a small box, two jade pendants and a silk handkerchief.

The handkerchief was light pink, with a peony on it, and the word "Sheng'er" was also shown on one corner of the handkerchief.

The handkerchief is well preserved, except for the two lines with the word "Sheng'er" that are a bit old.

The two jade pendants look like a pair, and the white jade is flawless, and it looks like a good jade.

Chen Chu remembered that she had just woken up not long ago, and was curious why Old Man Li kept looking at the osmanthus tree and ran to the osmanthus tree to look around the tree for a long time to find the words she found. She had never recognized it. Now she saw this handkerchief. Chen Chu first knew what the above meaning was.

This handkerchief is mostly from Old Man Li’s sweetheart, and the grave behind the bamboo house should also be from his sweetheart.

Old Man Li clearly has so much money, but he has lived alone in this small mountain village for nearly forty years.

What a pity that when others left, she had no chance to know what happened between them.

Chen Chu folded the handkerchief again and wrapped the jade pendant back into the small box.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Fu Yan walk in: "The noodles are cooked."

Chen Chu nodded, and she pointed to the vase on the shelf: "I didn't notice it before, but now after looking carefully, I realized that the old man has hidden a lot of good things, and this vase is also a good thing."

Fu Yan glanced at it and raised his peach blossom eyes slightly: "Real product?"

"It should be."

Chen Chu said, took down the vase and put it on the ground: "Let's have dinner first, my parents should be here in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!