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The bright sunshine outside looked a little gloomy in Lang Yiyuan's eyes, and when he walked to the alley, he remembered Zhang Meng and Liao Peng again. He smiled bitterly in his heart www.biquge.info and silently said sorry, the street outside was still bustling, and the disappearance of the two of them did not attract too much attention, and the honest people who had been bullied by them and the big girls and little daughters-in-law who had been harassed were still hurrying by at the entrance of the alley, and did not give up running around for life because of their evil deeds.

Lang Yiyuan walked in the crowd, blending in with them, no one recognized him, and no one paid attention to him. He just walked with the crowd, trying to keep in mind every look he saw. He saw rich people with birdcages chatting in teahouses, children pulling their mothers on the side of the road begging to buy sugar gourds to eat, hearing the sellers' shouts, and smelling the smell of sweat from the coolies who passed by him. It all seemed so coordinated, and a beautiful picture of the market unfolded in front of me. But he later learned that such scenes played out every day, just as they had been there since he first came here. Time was running, the flow of people was non-stop, and after going around and around, he was once again taken back by the crowd to the place where this journey began. Standing where he was, he reminisced for a long time and disappeared into the crowd again, but he didn't know that it wasn't that no one didn't pay attention to him at all.

Back at the hiding place, Lang Yiyuan waited boredly, took out the painting and looked at it again and again, copying his mother's appearance over and over again in his heart. Liang Ping carried a large bag and a small bag, and came back when Lang Yiyuan was unaware, and as soon as he entered the door, he kept complaining about the crowding of people and the hard work of procurement. Liang Ping scolded while asking Lang Yiyuan's whereabouts. Lang Yiyuan carefully put away the painting, and simply told the other party that he had casually walked around the city.

"Is there anything you didn't do before leaving?" asked Liang Ping.

"No more. ”

Liang Ping bought some dry food, a carriage, two horses, and a few water bladders. He had already asked someone to pull the carriage to the city gate and wait, Lang Yiyuan looked very calm, without the joy of anticipation at all, Liang Ping walked in front, humming a song. After tidying up his clothes, Lang Yiyuan walked out with his head held high. Soon after, with the neighing of horses, the car hit the road, driven by Liang Ping, and they went around the city walls and headed north. On the north side of the city, on the side of the hill, they chose a gentle slope, the top of the slope, passing the cliff. Liang Ping, who was in a good mood, also fluctuated slightly, and the carriage became slower and slower, and finally stopped. Lang Yiyuan was very puzzled in the carriage, and after lifting the curtain, he understood the reason. The two jumped off the car one after another, walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the panorama of Nanhui City, under the blowing of the evening breeze, Lang Yiyuan's heart was no longer so calm, looking at the city, it was set off by the sunset, like a solemn old man. The vines on the edge of the cliff had begun to wither, and the fruit on it had been almost plucked, and the few that were left had dried up.

"How strong can a heart be, and how fragile can it be?" Lang Yiyuan asked himself. His heart was already a little restless, Liang Ping saw the loneliness in his heart, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Lang Yiyuan came back to his senses and was about to follow Liang Ping into the car. Another gust of wind blew, with a slight coolness, mixed with a faint aroma. Soon, the two collapsed in the yellow hay. "Hehehe, little guy, why don't you leave and don't meet to say goodbye to me in person, Auntie, I'm very sad. ”

A coquettish smile came out of the woods on the side, and the man was already standing in front of the two, looking down at them tenderly. Lang Yiyuan and Liang Ping couldn't move, even their tongues were a little numb, and their speech became stuttering.

"Lan... Lan (aunt)?!"

"Mmmm, you haven't forgotten me, Auntie has been waiting for you here for a long time, do you miss me these days?"

"Hmm。。。。。。 Voyage (Want) 。。。。。。 Give it to (hehe), Leng (can) not Leng (can) first solve the dox (poison), you must seem to (is) pressing (admitting) the wrong silver (person), I am a small eye (far)。。。。。。 ”

Liang Ping's attitude was not so good, half of his face was pressed to the ground, and his mouth was a mouthful of grass, but he still couldn't help but scold: "Cheap silver (people)!

He Lan was amused by the two of them and giggled, and her body trembled. "Hahaha, I'm afraid that the little guy will run away, and my little body can't catch up, so I want to leave you behind to catch up, but I'm sorry, I accidentally used too much of the drug. She laughed for a while, finally stopped, flicked her sleeves, and asked softly: "Don't look low-key, what you do is really amazing, even Zhang Ying can make you look like that, I really admire!"

Liang Ping and Lang Yiyuan were even more surprised than her, and they thought for a while: "How did she know!?" He Lan walked to the side of the car while "complimenting" the two, looking at the things inside, and naturally, the painting carefully wrapped by Lang Yiyuan entered her field of vision. When she slowly unfolded it, the charming smile on her face seemed a little stiff for a while. She walked back to Lang Yiyuan, holding the painting in one hand and pointing at the person above.

"Little one, who do you think is more beautiful, me or this woman?"

Lang Yiyuan didn't make a sound, just blinked, but He Lan saw that his eyes were always staring at the person in the painting, and that kind of look seemed to be all he had. The smile on her face froze, then sank completely.

"This slut, why do you all worry so much, I don't know what he has become now, it's good to be dead! Obviously, he has been engaged to the Fang family, and there are still other men, this kind of slut should die, what are you doing with her paintings, let me help you tear it up!"

As she spoke, her thin hands touched the ends of the painting, and she saw that a corner had been torn apart. Lang Yiyuan's eyes were about to split, staring at He Lan's hand fiercely, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and his throat made a continuous "gurgling" sound due to excitement, and slowly, that feeling of helplessness filled his whole body, and finally he could only flow out with tears. He Lan saw his reaction, her heart was very happy, and the strength in her hand increased a few points.

"Oh, speaking of this slut, I really feel sorry for the eldest young master of the Fang family, I actually fell in love with such a water-based poplar woman, not to mention the reputation of the Fang family, I still miss her all these years, she doesn't look like a man at all, and she is also a waste!"

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