After saving people a few times, Zhou Ziyan knew that Ning Fuchen had some skills, he might be an ancient martial arts cultivator, but he didn't expect that he could grab a rope on a flying plane and go down to repair it, just this courage is not something that an ordinary person can do. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhou Ziyan felt more and more that Ning Fuchen was a different person, and even felt that he was a person who could be entrusted for life, and there was a unique sense of tranquility and security with him, no matter what danger he encountered, he would not be afraid.

The plane landed safely at Ningcheng Airport, and a large number of people immediately ran over from the airport, airport leaders, airport police, and health teams, all of whom were professionals preparing for rescue, although they knew that the plane was landing normally, everyone had only one purpose, and they must come to see this legendary figure.

When Ning Fuchen saw so many people coming, his head was big.

Finally got out of the airport, Zhou Ziyan took Ning Fuchen's hand and followed closely, making Ning Fuchen feel warm in his heart.

The two didn't go to school directly, Ning Fuchen took Zhou Ziyan to the old house he rented.

This house is no longer needed, Ning Fuchen is ready to tidy it up and return him, but at this moment, he wants to live here with Zhou Ziyan and doesn't need anyone to disturb them.

After not living in it for so long, the house looks a little embarrassed, especially the one that Ning Fuchen burned out, which is full of holes and miserable.

Fortunately, the house is not big, and the two of them worked together, and the room was quickly tidied up. Zhou Ziyan suddenly found that there was actually a porcelain plate under Ning Fuchen's bed, which was disassembled, and the wooden board, porcelain plate and wooden frame were divided into three pieces.

At this time, the porcelain plate paintings from Liu Bin in the Ningcheng antique market, seeing things and thinking about people, I haven't been to the antique market for a long time, and I should go to see these acquaintances when I have time.

Ning Fuchen suddenly remembered that there were still letters from a certain senior of the Ning family and ten beautiful pictures painted by Ren Xun, one of the three members of the late Qing Dynasty, in this painting, and he couldn't help but be interested.

Take out the big old-fashioned backpack from the ring, and sure enough, these things are there.

The letter wrote that it was necessary to find the blue and white glazed red vat of the Yuan Dynasty in his house, crack the secrets, and find out the relics of the Qin Emperor, which could revitalize the Ning family.

Ning Fuchen had no interest in the so-called revitalization of the Ning family, but he was a little curious about the relics of the Qin Emperor.

The descendants of the royal family more than 2,000 years ago, what should be left behind to restore the country?

What kind of place do these things have to be hidden so that they can be preserved until now?

It shouldn't be difficult to find a senior of the Ning family, anyway, Ning City is so big, find some old people of the Ning family to inquire, there will always be someone who knows. In the sixties and seventies, it is only forty or fifty years from now.

Zhou Ziyan saw Ning Fuchen looking at the letter in a daze, so she pushed him: "Hey, idiot, what are you doing in a daze?"

"I was thinking, when I first rented this house, I slept in this bed with a beautiful woman all night. ”

"Really?" Zhou Ziyan felt a little sour in her heart, and suddenly remembered that she was kidnapped by gangsters when she first arrived in Ningcheng, and Ning Fuchen came out of herself, it was he who carried himself up to the seventh floor, didn't he just hug himself here and sleep for a night?

Looking at Zhou Ziyan's crimson face, Ning Fuchen knew that she also remembered, so he pulled her over and said, "I still want to hug her." ”

Zhou Ziyan struggled and said: "Think beautifully, what are you doing in the middle of the day? Let's go, go eat first, I'm starving to death." Suddenly found that there was a problem in her words, Zhou Ziyan was ashamed and anxious, turned her head and left.

Ning Fuchen hurriedly caught up and grabbed her hand: "Oh, I understand, first, it's not good during the day, it's night, and second, we have to eat first." ”

"Why are you so annoying. Although Zhou Ziyan was a little annoyed, she let Ning Fuchen hold her hand, and the two walked down the stairs hand in hand unhurriedly.

"Strange. Ning Fuchen muttered as he walked.

"What's strange?" Zhou Ziyan finally couldn't help it, girls are always curious.

"Look, my hands are hard, almost all bones, why are your hands so soft? Aren't there bones in them? How can human hands have no bones?"

Zhou Ziyan struggled to break free from Ning Fuchen's claws, and her face flushed: "Where are we going to eat?"

"Ningcheng Hotel, the snails there are not bad. ”

Zhou Ziyan was also very relieved to see that Ning Fuchen still remembered that she loved to eat Ningcheng's spicy hop snails.

After dinner, night fell, and Ningcheng in early spring was still a little chilly.

"Shall we go for a walk by the river? and see how the last iron tree bloomed after a winter. ”

As soon as Zhou Ziyan heard about the blossoming of the iron tree, her heart was extremely excited.

Yes, what could be more beautiful than watching a flower bloom slowly?

In particular, it is a legendary iron tree that does not bloom.

Ning Fuchen saw that Zhou Ziyan was silent, and knew that he had acquiesced.

The two came to the Ning River, a crescent moon reflected in the river, thousands of lights on both sides of the river were dotted, and the night was gentle.

Ning Fuchen took Zhou Ziyan's hand and strolled on the bank of the Ning River. In early spring, the cold air hits people, there are few people by the river, and occasionally one or two pairs of lovers cling to each other, which makes Zhou Ziyan's face red and her heart beats.

"Every time I come here, I think of the song you sang, and it was so good. ”

"That's the words written by Mu Yongting, and the words are well written. ”

"Sing it to me again. ”

"Twilight clouds, a glass of turbid wine is by the water.

Far away from the red dust, a few lonely locks and sad faces,

Wind and moon chaotic heart field,

Half curtain long hair and shawl.

.......

The beautiful scenery of Cha Liangchen, the green plum boiled wine, drunk alone in front of the king.

Mo Dao is close to the end of the world, the end of the world is close at hand, and gathering is fate.

I still remember that the red sleeves of the year relied on each other in my dreams, and we were all together.

Late at night, I and I, lingering........"

"Sing so well, what is your ideal?"

"I want to be a singer. ”

Ning Fuchen was stunned: "Singer? That's not good." ”

"Why?"

"Your songs can only be sung to me, I don't want to share your beauty with others, the showbiz water is too deep for you, and your father will definitely not agree. ”

"Why do you have a tone with my dad. Zhou Ziyan was a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Ning Fuchen did not continue the topic, but pointed to the row of iron trees not far away and said, "Look, that is where the iron trees bloomed last time." After speaking, he pulled Zhou Ziyan and ran over.

The flowers of the iron tree are no longer there, and I don't know if they have withered or been picked.

Zhou Ziyan was a little sad.

"Although the flowers are not in the people, I hope that the people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Ning Fuchen groaned softly, and his hand wrapped around Zhou Ziyan's willow waist.

Zhou Ziyan snuggled up to Ning Fuchen, and time seemed to have stood still.