Hong Kong is in full swing

An Jing asked expectantly.

"No problem at all!"

Yu Wan smiled and gave a positive answer, "You just need to send us the photo! Then I will make a missing person notice for you based on it and publish it."

An Jing nodded solemnly to express her gratitude, and then the two of them quickly added each other as WeChat friends.

After a short while, An Jing had successfully sent photos of her brother An Xin.

When Yu Wan received this valuable information and opened it for a careful examination, she discovered that—just as An Jing had said—this young man named An Xin really did look very similar to her, except that he seemed a little more refined in comparison.

"Got it, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

"Uh-huh!"

Wei Size drove silently and took An Jing to her next destination.

Standing quietly at the intersection, I gently waved goodbye to them.

Yu Wan slowly rolled up the car window, and the car slowly drove away. An Jing pursed her lips tightly and watched them leave.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

An Jing answered the phone, her voice a little tired, "Hello, Dad."

"You should come back too. It's been half a year."

My father's voice was filled with concern and worry.

"I haven't found peace of mind yet."

The quiet answer was filled with helplessness and persistence.

A long sigh came from the other end of the phone, followed by his father's earnest words, "Leave the search for him to the police. Aren't you going to continue studying?"

An Jing clenched her teeth, her eyes red with excitement, "I think An Xin is in Gangcheng, but I can't find him yet."

Her voice was suddenly filled with determination, "But it will be soon!"

An Jing raised her head and looked at the car that was moving further and further away.

"I'll be able to see him soon."

She whispered to herself, but her heart was extremely determined: "I will be able to bring him back soon."

Recite silently in your heart, definitely, definitely!

You must find peace of mind and never give up no matter what difficulties arise.

Time passed quickly. Yu Wan and Wei Size spent three fulfilling and busy days in Pingjiang. After completing their visit to the painter, they were planning to continue their journey to other cities.

On the way, Yu Wan received a message from An Jing.

In the message, An Jing told her that her mother had suddenly fallen ill and was hospitalized, and she had to return to her hometown in the northeast as soon as possible to take care of her mother. Before leaving, she specifically asked them not to forget the promise they had made to her before - if there was any news about her brother An Xin, they must notify her immediately.

After reading the message, Yu Wan quickly sent a text message to An Jing, asking her to wait patiently and promising to do her best to help her.

After receiving the reply, An Jing sent "thank you" several times in a row, which shows how anxious and grateful she was.

Putting away his phone, Wei Size, who was sitting in the passenger seat, spoke up, breaking the silence in the car: "Hong Kong City has a population of over seven million. Trying to find a little boy in such a huge place is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack!"

Yu Wan simply nodded in agreement. Not wanting to miss any opportunity, she immediately forwarded her request to the local art gallery's official account via social media, hoping they could help her post a missing person notice. She believed that with enough attention, she might be able to get some clues. "But if we don't even try, how can we know if there's really no way out? Besides..."

Yu Wan paused for a moment and then added, "Everyone must hold onto some kind of hope and faith to be able to bravely face the various unknown challenges in life, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Size glanced sideways at the girl next to him whose face was full of determination, but did not say anything else.

The car was quiet, with only the sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops outside the window. Wei Size drove the car attentively. After passing through several busy blocks, he slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

"I didn't expect this to be Pingjiang's most famous street for fake paintings."

Wei Size said while looking out the window.

There was a hint of surprise and curiosity in his tone, and it was obvious that he knew very little about this place.

Yu Wan followed Wei Size's gaze, and the scene before her gave her a familiar feeling.

That was the same street full of ancient paintings that she had walked on the last time she met An Jing.

Wei Size turned to look at the woman beside him, "Get out of the car and take a look? Maybe we can find some clues."

"it is good."

Yu Wan answered softly.

Then the two got out of the car one by one and walked into one of the shops that looked quite unique.

The store has a unique layout, with exquisite glass cabinets neatly displaying numerous calligraphy and painting works that appear old but are actually difficult to distinguish in authenticity. Each item sparkles with an attractive luster under the light.

Yu Wan glanced at it inadvertently and unexpectedly noticed a scroll called "Serving Plum Blossoms".

Wei Size noticed the change in the other person's eyes and raised a faint smile: "There are really some unexpected little gains."

At this moment, Yu Wan's bright eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and her expression became complicated.

Seeing that the two customers were interested in the work, the owner hurried over.

"Sir, you may not know that 'Serving the Plum Blossoms' is one of the master's rare surviving works! If you want to purchase such a rare piece, I'm afraid you'll have to go through a formal auction to achieve your goal."

His face was full of enthusiasm and pride as he said this.

Yu Wan bent down and put her face close to the scroll on the display stand.

Although the soft light made the whole picture look vivid, she could immediately see from her years of experience that the forgery here was sophisticated but a bit exaggerated - especially compared with the fakes in Duan Fei's shop, the details here were obviously rougher.

She shook her head and said to the kind man who was attentively introducing the products, "No, we are just browsing and don't plan to buy anything."

After hearing this, the other party felt regretful but did not force them. They said yes and invited them to visit on their own.

"Okay, okay, please help yourself. If you have any other paintings you like, please let me know!"

The two then stayed in the store to observe and visited several shops of different sizes and styles.

After a round of walking, I found that almost all the exhibits were exquisite replicas or high-quality imitations of cultural relics.

Interestingly, there seems to be some unwritten rule in these small shops that are not far from each other: once a shop has a collection of a certain style, the same item will no longer appear in the hands of competitors next door or even further away; and once the second shop starts selling a certain type of product, it means that the remaining merchants will no longer get involved in the same field.

Therefore, even if they went back and forth between these stores many times, they would never come across the same goods twice.