Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 193 - This is Grandpas handwriting

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 This is Grandpa’s handwriting!

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 This is Grandpa’s handwriting!

Throughout the journey, both people were very silent. Before getting confirmation, Gu Qiaoqiao did not want to discuss the matter with Qin Yize.

And Qin Yize was just quietly driving the car.

The security at the Qin Family’s Courtyard let the car and its occupants pass without any difficulty upon seeing them.

Old Grand Master Qin was practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard. Seeing the two enter, he stopped with a cheerful smile and walked toward them.

Gu Qiaoqiao suppressed her restless thoughts and greeted the old grand master with a smile.

Old Grand Master Qin was in high spirits and looking well.

When he saw the two of them, the smile on his face deepened.

Qin Yize did not tell the old grand master about the possible relation between Gu Qiaoqiao and Old Patriarch Gu, simply mentioning in an offhand manner that he wanted to see if there were any photographs of Gu Qingfeng.

And Old Grand Master Qin naturally did not know about the Mysterious Dragon Box.

He was only aware that Gu Qiaoqiao wanted to carve something out of Red Spirit Jade Marrow.

At that moment, Old Master Qin did not ask anything else but directly told the two, “The items are in the attic upstairs, but I don’t know which box they’re in. Go and look for them. Have lunch here; Xiao Yuan heard that Qiaoqiao was coming and went out to buy groceries early in the morning.”

Speaking of which, Old Grand Master Qin paused and said in a grave voice, “Old Patriarch Gu said he’d come in the afternoon, so you can meet him then.”

Gu Qiaoqiao was startled and exchanged a glance with Qin Yize, then smiled and nodded, “Okay.”

She then followed Qin Yize into the house.

On the attic, there lay many cardboard boxes; although the place was spartan, it was very tidy.

Qin Yize sat down on the floor, then passed a small stool to Gu Qiaoqiao.

Without speaking further, the two of them each started to open a cardboard box and began searching.

The window of the attic was already open, with a fresh and cool morning breeze blowing in from the outside, bringing a hint of chill to the slightly stuffy attic.

Besides the sound of shuffling, there was nothing else.

When they opened the fifth cardboard box, Qin Yize’s hand paused; he took a photo, looked at it, and handed it to Gu Qiaoqiao, saying in a deep voice, “It’s this one, take a look.”

Gu Qiaoqiao hurriedly put down what she was holding and took the photo eagerly.

It was a black and white photo.

There were two men in it.

They appeared to be around fifty years old.

Gu Qiaoqiao stared intently at the two men in the photo. One was wearing a sharp suit; that had to be Old Grand Master Qin.

The other man was dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, with an aged face, deep-set eyes, and so thin he seemed almost to be skin and bones.

He had a beard that was longer than his chin.

He looked at least ten years older than Old Grand Master Qin.

In the bottom corner, there were a few words: Qin Shang and Gu Qingfeng in commemorative photo.

The date was June 3, 1950.

He bore no resemblance whatsoever to the young and handsome man Gu Qiaoqiao had seen in the other photo.

Gu Qiaoqiao examined the photo for a long time, while Qin Yize kept an eye on her expression.

She put down the photo.

Shaking her head, she said softly, “There’s no resemblance.”

Qin Yize took the photo back and looked at it. “There’s a big age gap; naturally, appearances change over time.”

Gu Qiaoqiao nodded noncommittally.

“When the old patriarch comes this afternoon, you can ask him directly about the Red Spirit Jade Marrow,” Qin Yize suggested.

Gu Qiaoqiao said somewhat apologetically, “Will this not affect the relationship between the great grandfather and the old patriarch?”

“It won’t. They haven’t been in contact for many years, and this incident with the Red Spirit Jade Marrow has renewed their friendship, which is a good thing. Besides, it was agreed by the great grandfather, so what are you worried about?”

Old Grand Master Qin told Qin Yize there was no need to beat around the bush—he could just go to Yubao Square and ask for the Red Spirit Jade Marrow.

He, too, wished to mend his relationship with Gu Qingfeng through this matter.

At their age, how much longer could they live?

Thus, the grudges of the past had long been let go by both parties; it was just a matter of not having a pretext.

The original intention was for Zhang Yi to pass the message to Old Patriarch Gu’s ears. However, it seemed that the seemingly casual conversation between Gu Qiaoqiao and Gu Jiansheng had the same effect.

Sitting on the stool, Gu Qiaoqiao asked Qin Yize, “Is there only this one photo?”

Qin Yize nodded, “Great Grandfather said there is only this one, and they definitely don’t have a group photo from when they were young, because they met at this age, when they were almost fifty.”

Gu Qiaoqiao hummed softly and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Old Grand Master Qin’s urgent voice from downstairs, “Ah Ze, come out with me quickly, Old Man Gu has had a car accident.”

Qin Yize sprang to his feet.

Gu Qiaoqiao was also startled.

“You stay here, wait for me to come back,” Qin Yize said before hurrying downstairs.

Gu Qiaoqiao followed him down, but the downstairs was empty.

How could she match the military-like speed of those two?

Then she heard the sound of a car starting.

Gu Qiaoqiao stood at the door, only catching a glimpse of the car turning a corner.

Quietness returned to the place once again.

Xiao Yuan hadn’t come back from buying groceries yet.

She was all alone.

Gu Qiaoqiao furrowed her brows, lost in thought for a while, wondering how a car accident could happen?

It seemed to prove the saying, “The sky is unpredictable, and so is human fortune.”

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She was somewhat worried, as she had heard that the Old Patriarch was over eighty years old.

A man of good fortune will always have natural protection; he should be fine, Gu Qiaoqiao thought, and then she went back to the attic.

She began to put away the items she had taken out earlier one by one, and then arranged the boxes again.

After tidying up, Gu Qiaoqiao descended from the attic.

After all, this was Old Grand Master Qin’s home, and it wasn’t appropriate for her to stay in the attic.

Gu Qiaoqiao sat in the living room for a while, feeling a bit bored.

She didn’t want to watch TV either.

So she got up and began to stroll leisurely around the house.

Old Grand Master Qin lived simply, and the furnishings in the house were different from those in the Qin Family Old Residence.

Although rudimentary, the calligraphy on the walls and the displays in Duobao Pavilion were probably very valuable.

Gu Qiaoqiao looked them over one by one.

To her amusement, she found that Old Grand Master Qin had more than a dozen smoking pipes.

There were wooden ones, jadeite ones, glass ones—the variety was quite complete.

After looking around for a while, Gu Qiaoqiao headed towards the bookcase in the north side of the room.

The bookcase was in the living room, probably for the convenience of reading.

Gu Qiaoqiao slowly walked over; there were many books on history and the military.

There were also various essays.

But suddenly, Gu Qiaoqiao paused at the side of the bookcase.

Amongst the many history books, there was unexpectedly a Complete Gemstone Atlas.

Curious, Gu Qiaoqiao casually pulled out the book.

The cover was made of thick leather paper.

The same six words were written on it.

Gu Qiaoqiao took a casual glance, but upon seeing the handwriting on the cover, she stiffened.

It was Grandfather’s handwriting!

Gu Qiaoqiao’s breathing quickened; she didn’t even have time to look at the content of the book, as her trembling hands rapidly flipped the pages.

Right up to the last page.

Gu Qiaoqiao was average in her studies, but she wrote excellent brush calligraphy.

It was something Grandfather had forced her to learn since she was little.

Without rice paper, she would write on newspapers.

From the first stroke to the last, until Gu Qiaoqiao had fully mastered his brush calligraphy.