Fang Wuxie's mind was full of Tang Xiaoqi's shadow, and when he heard Tang Wufa ask, he subconsciously said, "Who is it?" ”

Tang Wu said with a smile: "The reason why everyone is so small as sauce beef is because the master who makes beef is not only the school flower of Huhai University, but also the head of the Junzi Six Arts Museum, Ye Liuyun." ”

Hearing his sister's name, Fang Wuxian was holding the chopsticks of beef for a while, all the shadows in his mind were swept away, and in an instant, he understood why Tang Wu wanted to stage such a scene, it turned out to be to test him.

"Could it be that Tang Wu already knows that he is Fang Wuxie? Deliberately tempted. ”

"No, not really. Tang Xiaoqi came three times just now, but he didn't look at him once, but Tang Wu secretly observed from time to time, which seemed to be his personal behavior. ”

But after returning to Huzhou, he never dealt with Tang Wu. It's not a pre-determined itinerary to come here today, why did you bump into Tang Wu? ”

Fang Wuxie's brain turned extremely fast, and although he couldn't think of the reason, he had a way to hide his surprise. He frowned slightly and said, "Ye Liuyun, but Fang Wuxie's sister?" If it were her, I would have had a relationship. ”

"It's not her, who else deserves the name of Huhai University!"

When he said this, Tang Wu glanced at Tang Xiaoqi, who was busy in the distance, and saw that the other party didn't react, so he put his mind at ease. It's just that Fang Wuxian didn't react, which made him a little disappointed, and he simply talked to Fang Wuxian for a while, and went out under the pretext of going to the toilet.

Fang Wuxian consumed a lot last night, and twenty buns and big stomachs could be eaten, but he was only at the bottom. The policeman Lao Zhao had arrested Fang Wuxian by mistake before, and he was embarrassed and didn't know what to say at this time.

Fang Wuxian was happy to be quiet, closed his eyes and concentrated, and decided to wait for Tang Wu to come back and leave, he still had a lot of things to do.

The noise around him gradually subsided, but a woman's voice came into my ears clearly.

"What did you say, you said he was Fang Su?" It was Tang Xiaoqi's voice.

"Yes, Seventh Sister, you don't know, when I saw his back in school before, my first feeling was that Fang Wuxian came to life. Do you think it could be that the kid didn't die at all, and the whole look came back when he went to the stick? This is Tang Wu's voice.

"Nonsense, I haven't just heard of him, I've seen him too. On the day of the memorial service, he also went. ”

Fang Wuxian heard that Tang Xiaoqi seemed to punch Tang Wu, and said angrily: "You are in your thirties, why are you still frizzy when doing things." People are not stupid, if you make such a play, if I were Fang Su, I would beat you into a pig's head. ”

Tang Wuxiang dodged and said with a smile: "I'm not for you yet, at the beginning I really thought his back was familiar, but just after a trial, whether it was steamed buns or wine, or even as small as sauced beef, this guy didn't react, so it would definitely not be that kid pretending." That's fine, it's just cutting off your thoughts. If you want me to say, everyone else has been dead for so long, you are a steamed bun shop and a sauced beef, you always remember him like this, when can you forget him. ”

"You don't need to worry about my business."

Fang Wuxian heard Tang Xiaoqi come and opened the door to go out, but was dragged back by Tang Wu.

"Seventh sister, brother is not all for your good. Captain Zhang saw it with his own eyes, and a shot hit the center of the eyebrows. What's the point of you remembering him! Why don't you introduce you to a handsome guy? ”

"Get out." Tang Xiaoqi shook off Tang Wu and ran out.

Hearing the conversation between the brother and sister, Fang Wuxian thought about it carefully, and some memories slowly entered his mind like flowing water, and only then did he understand what Tang Wu meant by "reminiscing".

It turns out that there is also a Fuhua steamed bun shop in Poplar Town, and it is a place that I used to frequent. And the burning knife wine is the signature wine of Fuhua Bun Shop.

"Tang Xiaoqi, Tang Xiaoqi, is the purpose of your opening this bun shop to remember me?"

Fang Wuxian was in pain in his heart. He can now remember a lot of things, and when he thinks back to the scenes of the past, he can't help but hate himself. He was not a prodigal son, but when he was ignorant, he provoked so many women.

The most difficult to accept the grace of the beauty, a Su Su has exhausted him, if he really recovers all his memories, how should he face everyone?

"Otherwise, don't confess to them."

"But Zhang Xiaoxiao and Su Yan already know, can they hide it forever?"

Just as Fang Wuxian was thinking in pain, the door of the box was pushed open, and Tang Wu smiled: "Brother Fang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." ”

"It's okay, we're already acquainted so far, and if I have a chance to be the east in the future, please ask Tang and Officer Zhao." I have something to do today, so I won't leave it at that. ”

The policeman Lao Zhao was already embarrassed, and when he heard that he was leaving, he hurriedly got up to see him off.

Fang Wuxian nodded at Tang Wu and the others, and strode out of the bun shop.

He looked at the opposite side, the former archery hall has been changed to the Junzi Six Arts Museum, several oriental classical buildings are scattered, like a garden landscape painting, this scale and grade, it is no longer comparable to the original.

"Is there still a chance, to go back to the past?" Fang Wuxian sighed, he originally wanted to go to the villa at the east entrance of Qiaohua, but after all, he still didn't have the courage to face it, so he stopped a taxi and sat on it.

The driver turned around and asked him where he was going, and he was a little dazed and said, "Go ahead." ”

I've been driving a taxi for a long time, and it's not the first time I've seen someone who has no goal like this. The driver was not surprised, and he started to go. But the rear door was suddenly pulled open, and a woman squeezed in with the passengers behind her, and slammed the door shut.

"Go to Qiaohua East Exit."

"This ......" The driver was a little embarrassed, the chick who cut off the beard halfway looked handsome, but this tone was a little domineering, not like a good stubble, and he didn't ask if the previous guest was on the way.

"Let's drive, let's go to Qiaohua East Exit."

Fang Wuxian moved inside, and when he saw Tang Xiaoqi suddenly getting into the car, he knew that everything could not be avoided, whether he was dead or alive, and what happened in the future, he would come to a conclusion today.

There is only one intersection from the east entrance of Qiaohua, and you will arrive at the place before you step on the oil.

Standing in front of the familiar and unfamiliar villa, Fang Wuxian had an indescribable taste in his heart.

Tang Xiaoqi said coldly: "What, don't you dare to go in?" ”

"It's not that I don't dare, it's just that the past is like yesterday, but I'm no longer me." Fang Wuxian sighed in a low voice and followed Tang Xiaoqi into the villa.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was checking the information in the living room, and when she saw Fang Wuxian suddenly come in, she was stunned on the spot.

A woman came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk, and after seeing Fang Wuxie, her body shook and almost didn't fall, but the cup in her hand slipped down.

A figure flashed out from the bedroom next to him, grabbed the cup, and just said, "Why is it so small...", before he could say the word "heart", he had already seen Fang Wuxie, turned his head to look at the bedroom, and muttered: "Someone, is he really him?" ”

"You old witch, this matter is still fake, when will the old lady miss it."

Su Yan was wearing pajamas, pulling a slipper, and jumped out of the bedroom. Seeing Fang Wuxian standing at the door, he screamed again and jumped back.

The scene in the villa seemed to be still, only the sound of Suo Suo's dressing could be heard from the bedroom.

[Author's digression]: Second