Driving back to the city alone, at the moment of the lower ring highway, Leng Mingxian's heart flashed a trace of hesitation, holding the steering wheel with both hands, a few seconds later, the traffic light at the front three-way intersection indicated, go to the city center green light, he turned into the left lane, and played the turn signal, the street sign indicated, Jiangdong District.

Shujiang District is the center of Ningjiang, Jiangdong, Jiangbei, Jiangnan, three districts ringing, in the center of the four districts of the latest development is near Xicheng District Jiangdong, five years ago, when the remaining three districts are already high-rise buildings, Jiangdong high-rise buildings are only ten floors.

The car drove all the way along the central road of Xicheng District, which was about to be demolished, Leng Mingxian glanced at the area that was about to be jointly developed with Luo's face, Wu Qihao still retains about thirty percent of the real estate strength, in this era of fragmentation, this thirty percent of the strength is enough for him to gain a foothold in the real estate industry in Ningjiang.

With the development of the new urban area, the dilapidated houses in Jiangdong will gradually disappear, and more than half of the roads have been built into new six-lane cement roads, and the green facilities are readily available, which is completely incomparable with five years ago.

Arrived at the destination, Leng Mingxian was in a trance when he parked, there didn't seem to be much change here, turned into Calm Street, the camphor trees that covered the sky and the sun were still there, the original houses were repaired and renewed, and many tourists visited the oldest street in Ningjiang under the guidance of the guide.

Calm Street, the street was built in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, it is a model of Ningjiang Qing Dynasty architecture, it is not deserted, but the camphor trees on both sides of the street are named after the hundred-year-old camphor trees, the branches and leaves of the camphor trees are luxuriant, completely covering the whole street, in summer, here is the coolest place in the whole Ningjiang River.

With the rise of tourism, Calm Street is no longer the street that carried the historical and cultural heritage of the beginning, Leng Mingxian walked on the pavement paved with carved bricks, and he no longer felt the leisurely self-satisfaction of many years ago.

Looking up into the distance, tall buildings are standing in the distance, and the home sheltered from the wind and rain is long gone, if he hadn't met Wu Yue in the cemetery today, he might never have come here again.

Stopping in front of a camphor tree that was about to be hugged by two people, the scene of that day was vaguely reflected in front of me.

Entering March, Ningjiang entered a rainy mode, from the first few days of daytime and night rain, to the middle of the endless rain, this year's rain is a bit much.

Leng Mingxian, who was about to cross Calm Street to the bus station, carried a schoolbag and a black long-handled umbrella in his hand, echoing in his mind what his grandmother said when she was leaving, study hard and be admitted to university.

He has given up going to college, and with his family's situation, after graduating from high school, he has to find a job immediately and work hard to earn money to treat his grandmother's illness, and there are no four years for him to waste.

Grandma's illness is getting worse and worse, she pretends to be okay in front of him, and the neighbors have already told him the truth, if it weren't for the kind Aunt Cai to help take care of grandma, he would have decided to suspend school.

On a rainy day, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, he was in a hurry to go back to school, go back early, and go to Cai Yuge to help earn dinner, one didn't pay attention, his right foot stepped into a puddle, his shoes were wet, he cursed in annoyance and continued to move forward.

There was a white-clothed figure standing under the old tree in front of him, his right hand propped up on the trunk of the tree, and he inhaled heavily, he was startled at first, it was raining, the sky was dark, and he thought it was a female ghost.

Coming out in a white dress is scary and freezes you to death.

When he walked past the man, Leng Mingxian pouted unhappily and continued to hurry, the person behind him snorted, he stopped, turned around, three meters away, the white figure stretched out his hand towards him, his face was pale like a female ghost.

"Protective Pill ......"

She muttered and fell to the ground.

Leng Mingxian stood stupidly, looked left and right, and finally sighed, walked back, didn't want the umbrella, squatted down and picked up the person covered in muddy water, and walked home with a sigh.

The person in his arms was only a few dozen pounds, carrying a bag of rice was heavier than her, muttering something about the heart pill, the ear was close to her heart, and she was suddenly startled, and put her down at the door with an eaves, and took out a small bottle of pills from her skirt pocket, he was most familiar with the heart pill, and his grandmother often prepared this, and poured out two of them and fed them to her mouth with her hands and feet.

Look at the sky, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, take her back to grandma, cause trouble to grandma, leave her here, and grandma will know that she will be scolded.

Looking down at her carefully, she was very young, her face was pointed and thin, she looked even more malnourished than him, her white skirt was wool or something, and her silver leather shoes were not cheap, who the hell was this?

Bending down, he decided to throw her at the police station, as if he had picked up a person, and asked the police uncle to find her family.

He didn't pay attention, the person in his arms quietly opened his eyes, only looked at him timidly, and immediately closed his eyes as if he had done something wrong and was caught, his ears rested on his heart, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and his cheeks were red.

When we met for the first time, Leng Mingxian was nineteen years old and was about to graduate from high school, and Wu Yue was seventeen years old and on sick leave.

[Two chapters per day, more than 1500 words per chapter, novices on the road, please take care of it!]

The youngest daughter of the Luo family is about to be 22 months old, and she can finally sleep by herself, eat and drink together, play with her, sleep together, remove a companion, and finally have time to code words when she sleeps.

When the eldest daughter heard me want to open an article, she jokingly said: Mom, you have another daughter.

I can't help but say, yes, this article is my daughter, I will take care of my daughter as meticulous, please like the reader to collect more, leave more messages, thank you!

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