Mrs. Wei shook her head and said, "Girl, you don't know anything, the painting is about an old man's wish."

He listened, did not say anything, and knew that Mrs. Wei still had below.

"When my father was young, he married three wives, my wife is the right wife, in addition to this, there is a side room, a concubine room."The concubine room is my mother's daughter, and my relationship is closer.And the side room is the sister of a friend of my father, the person is very good-looking, is the first beauty of our place.It was because I liked my father, but I couldn't like my milk, and I didn't make the main room, and when my mother entered the door, I married her and made a side room."

"My father is still a responsible person, the three rooms are treated equally, I only hope that my mother and aunt can treat the second aunt well."Unfortunately, the second aunt left when her sister was four years old, and when the second aunt died, the third aunt privately sold her sister.At that time, when we were young, and we did not know much about the family, and we knew that the lovely little sister had disappeared with her second aunt."

Later, the third aunt also disappeared and was sold by my father.My father never took the concubine room again, so he went down with my mother.We understand that after the fact, my mother told us everything at that time, and we knew that my father's heart had always been the second aunt.But people have gone and never found again.A few years ago, my mother also went, my father was more lonely, his room appeared a painting, the painting of the woman quiet elegant, but it is the country, that is the second aunt."

“My father became worse and worse last year, and he told us that his greatest wish before he died was to find his little sister, who had been sold by his third aunt.”

Mrs. Wei said, looking firmly at the tidly, "Girl, your eyes, and the second aunt's eyes can be very similar, if not the age of wonder, we really think you are our little sister."

Then he heard this silence.

For a long time, she looked at the sky, "Do my eyes look like my mother's?"

The sky nodded without thinking, “Like!”

As soon as Mrs. Wei heard this, she was immediately excited, “Really?How old is your mother?What is her name?Can you paint her like that?”

“My mother is thirty-five years old, and her name is Wu.My mother was fifteen years old, sold by her family, half way by my father, after returning home, married her, as for the foreign ancestors, we did not go to, do not know, do not know whether my mother bought or biological.

Quietly, things don’t happen that way, right?

“Yes, yes, the age is the same.When my sister was sold, my aunt was killed and didn't let go, and my father looked for a lot of places and didn't find my mother."Mrs. Wei said with some excitement.

Is it really that bad?

She looked at her Wei Junyao silently, looked at her Ning brothers and sisters silently, and looked at her Ning brothers and sisters, and looked at Mr. Wei, and finally looked back at the sky, she did not know what to do!

Yun Xiao thought for a moment and said, "I will paint, you look at the face of the image, if you look like it, then we will bring people to Beijing, you can be sure."

"Not to use in Beijing, we Ning family is in the East, if it is really like, then go directly to Ningjia."Ning Yi spoke at this time.

Ning Yi thought depressingly, it turns out, this girl is likely to be her cousin?So can't this cousin's revenge of almost losing half his life can't be reported?

Ning Xin was also a little excited, and she took the hand of the tinderella and said, "Then we may be cousins?"Are you our cousin?”

She looked at her silently and wanted to say that I was only twelve years old, but he resisted.

“I don’t know, is that possible?”He said with a doubt.

Xiao Yi was already cleverly preparing the paper money, and was carefully grinding ink on the side.

The sky went over, picked up the pen, looked up at Wei inquire, saw that he still looked at himself with a suspicious look, smiled faintly at him, and began to paint.

Wei inquire was the smiling heart of the cloud, the son is very familiar, but for a moment can not remember where to see.Today it is true, why do we all see others a little familiar?

Soon, the sky is finished, and he smiled at the lily, "Hua, come and see, this does not look like your mother?"

He looked over and nodded, “It’s like, it’s like!”

Mrs. Wei also followed the past, Ning Yi and Ning Xin also came, and everyone looked at the painting that was painted around the sky.

“Look at the picture in your master’s room?”Mrs. Wei asked Ning Yi.

Ning Yi nodded, "Yes, aunt, in addition to the eyes, the face is also very similar, the lips are also like, only the nose with our Ning family, is the high nose."

Wei Junyao also came over, silently watching, from a small frail, he has never traveled so far, has not been to the grandfather's family, so for everyone's words, he can only listen, take the opportunity to see a few more eyes, she will be their cousin?

What kind of mood is it that someone you like to become a sister?Wei Junyao said that it was very bitter, and at the same time, she knew that she had been married, and it was even more bitter.

She also listened silently to the discussion between Ning Yi and Mrs. Wei, and felt in her heart that her mother would really be the little girl who had been sold by the Ning family.

This time, ask your mother.

“Son, can we take this picture and bring it back to my grandfather?”Ning suddenly asked the sky.

The sky, has not yet spoken, Ning Yi first said, "Xin Er, not rude!"Good, the sky is the prince, if he becomes the emperor in the future, the family will hide the emperor's ink treasure, but it will be dangerous!

Mrs. Wei also looked forward to the sky, and finally looked at the shaman again.

He didn't know, according to the saying, it should be possible, but why Ning Yi reacted so much, and Xiao Ping was a little curious, did not nod his head, and did not shake his head.

The cloud looked at Wei inquired, “What do you see, Master Wei?”

Wei inquire heard the name of the cloud, covered with a spirit, this person, even know that he is an officer?Unsurprisingly, his eyes narrowed.

However, in this way, he was cautious and afraid of being put down.

So, after thinking about it, "Jian, you come and paint another one according to the pen of the son!"The older son is so talented, he knows best.

“Yes, Father!”Wei Junyao responded, came over, and began to copy the painting of the clouds.

I'm surprised, isn't it a painting?Why so much trouble.This man is the girl's husband, what is his uncle and cousin doing?

“Aunt, what’s the problem?”Ning Yi whispered to Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei nodded and whispered, “Listen to your uncle.”

“Oh!”It is not easy to ask, but the heart is that these adults are really troublesome.