Chapter 121: Two Qinhan Streets

This is a Hunan restaurant, most of the dishes are spicy, chopped pepper fish head, dry pot tripe, stir-fried meat, spicy chicken, shredded cabbage......

Shen Qiong's mind was basically not here, his mind was full of his old house and the photo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master?" Han Chengbin noticed Shen Qiong's strange appearance, and immediately asked, "The master seems to be distracted?"

"Is the dish unappetizing?" Ren Junda waved and shouted, "Bring the menu." ”

Shen Qiong waved his hand, shook his head and said, "It's okay! ”

After saying that, he stood up, leaned over to the middle of Ren Junda and Han Chengbin, and whispered, "I'll go out for a walk." ”

Hearing Shen Qiong's words, the two looked at each other and smiled, "I guess it's the return of the old land, and the mood is more complicated." Ren Junda said with a smile.

Han Chengbin also nodded, signaling his understanding, and then shouted in a high voice: "Come on, come on, everyone eat first, the master's hometown was here before, and there may be other things to deal with." ”

Shen Qiong came to the bathroom to wash his face, and then walked down from the private room on the second floor, he decided to ask a few local elderly people about what was going on.

In a relatively backward place like this, Shen Qiong felt like he was walking back in his childhood walking on the street, where two old people played chess in the shade of a tree.

Shen Qiong stood in a corner with fewer people, took out his mobile phone and clicked on "People Nearby", but the next second he was attracted by a very familiar name.

Name: Yang Kangjian Age: 45 Height: 168 Health Value: 72 ↓ Qi Luck Value: 5

List of Class Skills, Current Feng Shui Master Level: 75Skill Potential: 80......

After Shen Qiong wandered around for ten minutes, he finally found out where the other party was from a little kid, and walked all the way inside along the humble vegetable market, passing through two pork stalls.

Under the canopy, Yang Kangjian is talking about the feng shui of the house.

"This yin evil is not the same as yang evil, I tell you, you are too murderous, you must be suppressed. Yang Kangjian said at a newly opened pig killing stall.

Shen Qiong stood outside, recalling in his mind the only memory he had of Yang Kangjian, originally the other party didn't call him by this name, but because he had been sick since he was a child, he changed his name to Health in his thirties.

"Uncle Yang. Shen Qiong shouted.

Yang Kangjian turned back in surprise, only to see a young man looking at him with a smile, and he waved his hand: "I only take one business a day, let's come back tomorrow!"

Yang Kangjian couldn't recognize who this young man was, but basically he was looking for nothing more than wanting to help him see feng shui.

Shen Qiong stepped forward with a smile, "Uncle Yang doesn't seem to recognize me, I'm Shen Mingyuan's son, Shen Qiong!"

When Yang Kangjian heard Shen Mingyuan's three words, he was instantly shocked, and beckoned to the boss of the pig killing stall: "I still have something to do today, you do what I say first." ”

After saying that, Yang Kangjian turned around and left, not glancing at Shen Qiong at all.

"Uncle Yang?" Shen Qiong chased after him with a stunned expression.

Yang Kangjian saw that the other party had followed, turned his back to Shen Qiong and said, "I don't know you, and I don't know your father! ”

Seeing Yang Kangjian's footsteps hurriedly leaving, Shen Qiong's brows suddenly furrowed, did he recognize the wrong person?

No way!!!

If you really recognize the wrong person, there is no need for the other party to deliberately ignore the customer and hide from himself, there must be something else here.

Shen Qiong quickly chased after him, and at a corner, he found that he had lost Yang Kangjian.

The road here is unfamiliar to him, and the alleys are full of forks, and if the other party deliberately hides, he really can't find it.

Yang Kangjian used to live on Qinhan Street, which is now empty Qinhan Street, not here.

Shen Qiong returned to the shade of the tree, found the two old people, and said with a smile: "Hello uncle! I want to ask, are there two of them on this Qinhan Street?"

The two old men were stunned for a moment, and the old man sitting on the left side scratched his head, "This is indeed two Qinhan Streets, I remember that there were Qinhan East and Qinhan North in the past, but later they were all collectively referred to as Qinhan Street." ”

"Oh! If you talk about this, I really know a little, it seems that seven or eight years ago, there was a tragedy in the next village, and I heard that seven or eight people died overnight, oh, that one is miserable!"

Shen Qiong was shocked in his heart, "The tragedy of destroying the door?"

"Hey, young man, there was a lot of trouble at the time, but it seemed to be suppressed, and from then on, there was only one street on Qinhan Street, and basically all the people in the next village moved away. ”

"I remember showing people the feng shui Yang at the end of the street, as if he had moved from the next village. ”

Shen Qiong hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, he's from over there." ”

"You know?" the old man on the right looked at Shen Qiong in surprise.

"I, oh, that's what I heard. Shen Qiong smiled awkwardly.

"Alas, Lao Li, why are you talking so much, looking at your cannon, you won't live long. The old man on the left touched his beard and smiled.

"If you dare to go, your horse, your car will be finished. ”

Shen Qiong took a deep breath, he didn't expect that after his family moved out to live, this kind of thing would happen in the village.

Murder?

"Well, can you tell me again, which family is the one who happened in the tragedy?" Shen Qiong asked curiously.

"I don't remember this, it seems to be surnamed Shen. ”

Boom, Shen Qiong almost lost his footing.

In the village, his grandfather's lineage is surnamed Shen, that is to say......

Thinking of this, Shen Qiong sat on the stone chair next to him, his mind in a mess.

As far as he knows, his uncle is still alive, so it should be the branch of his grandfather's generation that has an accident.

It seems that I really have to go to find an uncle, about the destruction of the door, and about the letter that I can't read, I need to ask carefully.

Afternoon.

A group of people stood in a well-lit location on Qinhan Street, with one of the main scenes of the play on the back, and then prepared to take a group photo.

"Come on!

Shen Qiong smiled indifferently, and then was photographed in, this is a very historical photo.

A group of people dispersed, "Everyone is in place, the makeup that should be put on makeup, the costume has been changed, and the lines are reviewed again." "The assistant director is a classmate of Ren Junda.

At this time, Meng Hanlu walked over with a twist and shouted, "Master Shen?"

Shen Qiong turned to look, a very beautiful little girl stood behind him, he raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master...... I!" Meng Hanlu secretly took out a note, handed it to Shen Qiong, and then ran away in shame.

Shen Qiong glanced at the note, and then a smile lifted on the corner of his mouth, no wonder there were so many scandals in the entertainment industry.

Sometimes it really doesn't have to be about who has unspoken rules, it's just a transaction.

Of course, he wouldn't go, so he rolled up the note and threw it under the tree next to him.

Then all of this fell into Lu Guangyao's eyes, he had always coveted Meng Hanlu's beauty, but he didn't expect this woman to take the initiative to hand a small note to Master Shen?

Lu Guangyao secretly went over and picked up the note. "I'll be waiting for you in my room at half past nine tonight. ”

A good pair of dog men and women, Lu Guangyao glanced at Meng Hanlu, this figure drooled when he thought about it, no wonder he tried his best to please her, she didn't care about herself, it turned out that she wanted to take the boat of Master Shen.

Lu Guangyao suddenly had an idea, and suddenly a smug sneer appeared on his face.

(To be continued.) )