Snow particles drifted gently in the imperial capital, and the traffic on the road was like flowing water, and it did not slow down because of the sudden light snow. Uncle Yin drove slowly in the night, lest the fine red lights on the ring road make him step on the brakes at any time, and disturb the two young people who reunited behind him.

Song Xing looked at the neon of oil paint outside the window, and was secretly surprised-Shi Qin really didn't seem to realize the fact that he had pinched his face.

According to the schedule of Shi Qin's global fan support club, Shi Qin should have completed the performance of the Honshu New Year Music Festival, and came to her as soon as she returned to the imperial capital.

Although his face was a little tired, his eyes were full of brilliance.

Song Xing didn't know where Shi Qin was going to take him, but he vaguely felt that Shi Qin was looking forward to the destination.

He looked out of the car window from time to time, but pressed the urgency of the past and did not urge Uncle Yin to drive quickly.

It's because I'm afraid of being in the car.

Song Xing's heart seemed to be wrapped in a freshly dried velvet quilt, warm and warm.

Shi Qin saw Song Xing in a daze and told her: "If you are tired, sleep for a while." ”

Song Xing also felt soreness all over his body.

Digging deep into Aunt Lan's past is not an easy task.

Aunt Lan was a cautious old man with no lack of self-preservation wisdom, and Song Xing used all her energy to observe her, so as to make sure that she didn't miss any of her subtle expressions, to determine if she was hiding some facts.

But she knew that her observation ability was still lacking, if it weren't for knowing Wu Tang in her previous life well enough to know that she had always been loyal, in this life, she would not be able to determine whether Aunt Lan was an enemy or a friend.

Judging from Aunt Lan's performance, she obviously said much less than she knew about the hidden story of the Guomao fire.

But Song Xing knew very well in his heart that Aunt Lan was not lying, but there was only so much that she could say for the time being.

After all, after only knowing each other for a month, the trust between people is a two-way street, and she can't be superior to others just because she is an employer and is responsible for paying her salary.

The rest of the facts can only be guessed by herself.

In her previous life, her mother, who was a screenwriter, often talked about scripts with her father.

Mother said that for a complete story, the purpose of the protagonist is the main force that drives the events to happen, and the stronger the purpose in the protagonist's heart, the more intense the conflict will be, and the more exciting the story.

Art comes from life, and Song Xing reversely applies this theory to life, and almost all of them can deduce the anomalies of events.

If the fire in the imperial capital was man-made, then in terms of storytelling, it should be more intense than the conflict between Wen Baiyu and killing himself.

Aunt Lan has been dormant for so many years, and she has taught Wu Tang to be transparent and vigilant, it must be not just to repay her kindness.

The real society is not martial arts, and for an old man who has not received much education and lives without enough food and clothing, it is a luxury to repay his kindness. Wu Tang will help Rong Zhen like this, it will not be just a one-way repayment, but more like a sustenance of hope.

Because there are goals to be achieved, so there is such a strong subjective initiative, even if you live in poverty, you must let your granddaughter receive the best education, teach her to walk in society, how to guess the real situation and the direction of the facts through a little media report.

Like trust, hope is also a two-way street, Aunt Lan and grandchildren hope that they will get better, and they also hope that Rong Zhen will be strong enough, this must be to get close to him and let him solve certain things, so when Aunt Lan found out that Rong Zhen was just a teenager who couldn't control his emotions, she decided to continue to lie dormant in the imperial capital and wait for the opportunity.

His appearance may have given Aunt Lan hope and made them trust enough, so they gave the truth. Asking for something will make a person who is accustomed to caution let down his guard.

This is also the reason why she is still relieved to keep them by her side, now their needs for Rong Zhen have been transferred to themselves, and they will treat themselves better, if she rashly drives them away, she will lose an excellent business partner.

But why does Aunt Lan have hope, and why does she feel that she can be trusted. Because he has the ability or resources that Aunt Lan wants Rong Zhen to have, but Rong Zhen doesn't get?

Wu Tang said that she was asking for a job, but she would rather pay for her own fuel card to maintain her relationship with those assistant directors, and she hoped that she would become popular more than herself.

What can she bring to them if she becomes popular? In her past life and in this life, she is not a person who loves money!

Song Xing fell asleep in thought, his head tilted on Shi Qin's shoulder. Shi Qin looked at Song Xing's long hair like brocade and her face as delicate as porcelain, and gently hugged her into her arms.

After Uncle Yin saw the interaction between the two in the rearview mirror, the accelerator under his feet was shallower.

Although he didn't know why, Shi Qin knew that Song Xing was too tired this year.

Wind and snow all the way, when Song Xing woke up, he felt that Shi Qin was gently wrapping himself with a scarf.

"Where is this?"

Song Xing was wrapped in a red cashmere square scarf by Shi Qin like a doll, but Shi Qin didn't want to respond to him, but just complained to the yellow ugg on her feet: "Ming'er threw away these shoes, and my scarf was dirty." ”

Song Xing didn't respond, as long as you can wear good shoes, you are a person who has a loan but is paid every piece!

She pushed open the car door and was surprised to find that the night was driving into a blue-brick and red-tiled alley. The alley is relatively narrow, and Uncle Yin's good skills drove the car in, the headlights hit a freshly oiled gold pillar gate, the red door is depicted with gold edges, and the two thin lions sitting on the ashline in front of the door, although the painted pattern on the lintel is not clear, but it can also be seen that it has just been powdered.

Song Xing saw that the white street sign on the blue background at the entrance of the alley said "Brown Sugar Hutong", and he felt that this name was a little familiar, as if someone had mentioned it a few days ago.

The snow seemed to have stopped, and Song Xing looked back at Shi Qin:

"What are you doing here at night?"

Shi Qin took her hand very naturally:

"I said that I came out to play on a snowy day, walked, and went in to have a look. ”

After speaking, he turned around and gave Uncle Yin a look, Uncle Yin smiled and took out a cigar from his pocket, making a leisurely look of "You walk slowly, old man, I will smoke a bag of cigarettes".

Uncle Yin went back to the car, looking for a lighter while staring vigilantly at the mouth of the alley.

Shi Qin pushed open the door, and it was dark, Song Xing had to hold Shi Qin's hand tightly, slowly and carefully watching his feet, and then heard Shi Qin cough softly, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Facing a bluestone one-word shadow wall, a lamp on the shadow wall seemed to be voice-controlled, Shi Qin lit up as soon as he coughed, shining on the nine cute little lions carved on the shadow wall. The lions stacked together to grab the hydrangea, Song Xing is from the old imperial capital, and he knows that there is a talk about this, and everything is going well.

Song Xing followed Shi Qin around the shadow wall, and saw a row of inverted seats behind him, and a hanging flower door in front of him, and two lamps were also lit on the hanging flower door, hanging in a pair of glass lanterns, antique.

Song Xing was surprised: "Sanjin's courtyard?"

Shi Qin's eyes lit up: "Yohe, you know how to do it!"

Song Xing smiled in her heart, in her previous life, she was a child who grew up in a courtyard, but compared to this, the courtyard at home is like the gap between the fire girl and the princess.

Heaven and earth!

The lion rolling hydrangea shadow wall at the door, carved vividly, the glass lamp on the hanging flower door at this moment, will turn, these few things may not be expensive, it is rare to arrange the minds of the people who arrange these things.

Song Xing guessed that this should be a secret private restaurant, but since it was a restaurant, why didn't there be any sound at all, and just thinking about it, Shi Qin had already pushed open the door of the hanging flowers...... I want to talk about "The Shadow Queen of the First World War under Rebirth" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~