It's a big pot of dog blood.

Carambola Xi shook her head, not wanting to pay more attention to Bai Qingqing and Lian Qiaohong's grievances and hatreds, and sped up to leave.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, and she didn't hesitate to speed up, and soon arrived at Luyindu.

The Yinlu River is very wide, in the early days, the road was impassable, and people on both sides of the river could only rely on ferries to get around, until the road was opened later, and the ferry gradually became idle.

In this area, there is only one Lu Yindu that is still in use.

Wei Lan's only son, Jiang Guoqing, is the administrator of this ferry.

Carambola Creek soon inquired about Wei Lan.

"Are you...... Who is the teacher?" Wei Lan was very excited when she saw the letter.

"The teacher you are talking about refers to the words of Mr. Yang Xitan, who is my father-in-law. Carambola replied with a smile, and casually took the leaf that was sandwiched in the booklet and handed it over.

The leaves are ordinary and can be found on Heming Mountain, but they have been processed by Tezhu and made into bookmarks.

"It's really a teacher's leaf. Wei Lan took it, her hands trembled, "Is the teacher okay?"

"It's very good, very healthy, and now I still talk about the ancients to the children in the village every day, and I will repair the antiquities when I have time. Carambola Creek said truthfully.

"Great, great. Wei Lan held the leaves, tears coming down, "I...... I didn't even dare to go to his old man's house, I ......"

"My grandfather has always been thinking about you. Carambola Creek didn't know what had happened before, which caused the old lady to cut off contact with these students, but she didn't ask much.

"I'm sorry, you sit down first. Wei Lan returned the leaves to Carambola Creek, pulled her sleeves and wiped a handful of tears, and hurried into the house.

Carambola Creek stood outside, admiring the scenery of the ferry.

Not far from the ferry, by the river, there is a wooden boat of some years old, the hull of which has been somewhat damaged, and there are some repair tools next to it.

On the sparkling river, a larger boat was slowly approaching this direction.

There were a few people sitting on the boat, all dressed as people from the neighborhood.

Wei Lan entered the house for a while, then came out again, and even changed his clothes, and the letter in his hand was gone: "Taoxi, go, I'll accompany you to the town." ”

"Trouble Mr. Wei. Carambola Xi smiled and bowed to Wei Lan.

"The teacher's business is my business, don't be polite to me. Wei Lan stepped forward, grabbed Carambola's hand, and smiled like a spring breeze.

"I'll take you. Carambola Creek gestured to the bike.

"Good. Wei Lan nodded with a smile.

By this time, the ship had already arrived here.

"Mom. The middle-aged man holding the boat looked at Carambola Creek vigilantly, "Who is she?"

"My teacher's great-granddaughter. Wei Lan glared at him with disgust, "I'll accompany her to the town and I'll be back soon." ”

The middle-aged man was wary and nodded.

Carambola Xi looked a little strange, and when she was riding a bicycle with Wei Lan on the road, she thought about it, and still cared: "Teacher Wei, that person was your son just now, right? He doesn't seem to welcome me to come to you." ”

"That's my son Jiang Guo, I had encountered something before, and it scared him. Wei Lan sat in the back seat, replying vaguely.

The words are shallow, and the star fruit creek is not easy to ask.

When they arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, Feng Wufeng Liu and a man in a Mao suit with a big back were already standing there.

"Director Ling. Wei Lan jumped out of the back seat and held out her hand at the man.

"Teacher Wei. The middle-aged man looked at Wei Lan in surprise and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it.

"This is one of the directors in charge of the kindergarten auction in the town, Ling Jianjian. Feng Wu came to the side of Carambola Creek and introduced, "It's also a cousin of the boss." ”

"......" Carambola Xi looked at Ling Jianshe and didn't speak.

Today is really bloody, after Bai Qingqing met Qiaohong, she also met the old man.

。 Sogou