"Brother-in-law, why are you so engrossed? Please bring me Zhenyu, Dad asked me to bring him a document. Xiao Xiaoxiao hugged the child and said.

Just now, her father-in-law called Hu Yang and said that he was on the phone.

Otherwise, if there is a poplar at home, Song Xuanzhe will call him.

"Let me take it. Hu Yang said.

He is also idle, and it is better to go out for a walk.

On the way to deliver documents to his father-in-law, Hu Yang made a phone call to He Qiulan.

He told her that the Ministry of Education and Education wanted him to be a United Nations Charity Ambassador, and he also told her that he did not have time to participate.

"I know you're going back to Tibet in a while, but you can delay it a little bit, it shouldn't have an impact. He Qiulan also knew that Populus euphratica would return to Tibet next month.

Hu Yang had already told her about this.

If there are no twists and turns, she will arrange Hu Yang's work schedule and the like according to the original plan.

But now that Hu Yang told her that there was such a thing, she definitely wanted him to participate.

In particular, Populus euphratica only needs to go through a process to basically become one of those five people.

"Sister Lan, Wen Xian's death day is the eighteenth. Hu Yang said softly.

He Qiulan, who was still thinking about how to convince Populus Hu on the other end of the phone, fell silent for a while.

In the past few months, she has clearly understood Song Wenxian's irreplaceable position in his heart.

How can the words of persuasion be spoken.

"Then you go, it's a big deal to participate in three years. He Qiulan gritted her teeth and said.

As she spoke, her heart was dripping blood.

The United Nations Charity Ambassadors, who are re-elected every three years, want to cut the queue halfway through, unless one of them makes an unforgivable mistake.

Otherwise, you will have to wait until every change of office.

But she also knew what it meant for Populus euphratica to return to Tibet this time.

If you return it, it proves that he has not changed.

If Hu Yang really chose to stay because of this, her mood at this time might be different.

"Sister Lan, thank you. Hu Yang said gratefully.

He thanked He Qiulan for her understanding, after all, she was his agent, and her income was closely related to the activities she participated in.

"It's okay, call me if you need it. He Qiulan said.

"Hmm!"

Then we chatted for a while and hung up.

Sending the documents to his father-in-law, Song Xuanzhe, Hu Yang did not go anywhere else and went home directly.

.........

I came back from a run early in the morning and had breakfast.

After Qiao Jinwen and the others went to work, Hu Yang said a few words to Xiao Xiaoxiao and told him that he was going out for a walk.

Just call if there's anything.

The Rongcheng People's Park he was going to also left him with infinite misses.

Hu Yang did not drive there, but went directly to the subway.

Because he and his wife also met at the gate of Rongcheng University and took the subway to go there.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, this time Populus euphratica wore a mask.

To be honest, his popularity in Rongcheng is still quite high, not to mention that after singing "Chengdu", he is even more famous.

For nearly an hour, Hu Yang looked up at the building in front of him.

Qintai's old path, this road with a beautiful love story

Although its green bricks and green tiles, the high-rise pavilions make people impressed by its ancient charm.

The shops and restaurants on both sides reveal a deep momentum.

However, the cars that come and go make him feel that the place has changed, and the love story behind it has become dusty.

It gives Populus euphratica the feeling that its real situation is out of step with the love story.

If he hadn't walked with his wife and listened to her tell the history of this road, Populus euphratica would not have come.

It's so disappointing.

But even if he didn't like it so much, Hu Yang still walked forward slowly, and seemed to be able to hear the voice left by Song Wenxian when he walked with him back then.

The restaurants and jade shops on both sides are rarely crowded.

He didn't have much interest in these things, and he didn't want to go in to eat or anything like that.

But when he walked to the door of Shufeng Yayun, he thought about it and walked in.

Soon came out again, there was no performance at this time, and it was not the right time for Hu Yang to come.

It's not forced, just look at it if you don't have it.

Just as when they walked this road together, Song Wenxian proposed that he go to see the unique folk skills of the land of abundance.

It was not the right time to come.

Maybe that's what it's meant to be.

Only when I came in twice, I couldn't meet it.

Directly opposite Shufeng Yayun, you can go to Rongcheng Cultural Park.

Hu Yang glanced over there and walked straight forward.

In the past, he was disappointed with the old path of Qintai, so naturally he was not interested in visiting the park.

Not to mention that there is a Baihuatan Park in front of it.

The cool autumn breeze mixed with the fallen leaves of the ginkgo biloba blows from Baihuatan Park.

Populus reached out and took a leaf that flew in front of him, and looked at it carefully for a while before putting it in his trouser pocket.

Although it is different from the one she caught before, it is also worth cherishing.

The old path of Qintai is a place that best highlights how big the gap between reality and imagination is.

If you come, you will be disappointed, but if you don't come, you will not be reconciled.

Leaving here, poplar strolls down the streets of the ginkgo biloba that is yellowed in autumn.

There are some pedestrians and hawkers on the side of the road, which makes Hu Yang feel that it is still the familiar Rongcheng.

The shouting in tongues is particularly cordial.

I don't know how long he walked, he lost track of time.

Standing under an old ginkgo tree, looking at it with unfocused eyes, passers-by couldn't help but look curiously at the man with sunglasses.

Suddenly, the corners of Populus Hu's mouth curled slightly, revealing a happy and apprehensive smile.

Once, he held Song Wenxian's hand here.

At that time, she struggled weakly, so she accepted her fate and let Hu Yang lead.

At that moment, the originally somewhat apprehensive heart saw her like this, didn't she know what was going on?

Instantly, he felt that the sky that had been somewhat gloomy that day seemed to become brighter, and he felt that the green ginkgo leaves were fragrant.

The world also seems to be glorious.

All of these things have become different in the eyes of Populus euphratica.

He took her hand as if holding the world.

Since then, there have been more bonds with this familiar and unfamiliar world.

Holding her hand, poplar's footsteps became cheerful.

It was a hot summer, and even the two hands holding hands became a little wet.

However, no one was willing to let go, wiped the clothes on their bodies, and held them tightly.

Hu Yang remembered the heartwarming scene twelve years ago, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually increased.

He stood here in a daze, until a child woke him up with a bell ringing on his bicycle.

Hu Yang felt that there was no one around him, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

All the good things of the past have long become indelible memories in my heart.