After the female classmate left, the writer sighed while eating. "Just a quick check, I can actually run into old classmates."

In fact, the fate between people is indeed very delicate, and the writer didn't expect to meet his classmates here. After eating, they plan to go to the tourist area for a walk around and then go home. The writer loaded everything into the car, retired from the room, and drove towards the tourist area.

"If this medicine can cure the disease, will it come back in the future?" Xinyi wanted to hear what the writer meant.

"If it really works, you can ask the doctor to order it by mail, or take the high-speed train, which not only wastes time but also adds additional costs."

Wenhao has already planned it in his heart, and it depends on the effect of this medicine.

Half an hour later, they came to the tourist attraction, surrounded by green trees, and just arrived at the main gate to see "Pseudo Palace" a few impressive big characters came into view.

The Puppet Manchurian Palace is the place where Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, worked and lived, and it is also a relatively famous tourist area in Changchun. Historically, Pu Yi ascended the throne three times, abdicated twice, and later became the puppet emperor of "Manchukuo".

Xinyi watched this "pseudo-palace" on the TV of "The Last Emperor", so as soon as she entered the gate, she had an inexplicable impulse to see the difference between TV and the "pseudo-palace" in reality.

The architecture of the Puppet Manchurian Palace is still relatively gorgeous. As soon as you enter, you will find a spacious hall with a large block of brightly colored floor tiles on the floor.

In the center of the hall were a few small tables and chairs, all of them mahogany, painted with antique lacquer, and carved with some exquisite patterns, dragons, flowers, and birds, which were so well carved as if they were alive.

Xinyi watched as she walked, and she felt that this place was still slightly inferior to what she was on TV.

Looking up again, two gorgeous chandeliers hang side by side, and the chandeliers are adorned with bright beads, which are really crystal clear and dazzling.

They continued into the living room, where chairs were neatly arranged and a thick, soft red carpet was laid out on the floor.

The blanket is embroidered with yellow flowers, and there are lifelike oil paintings hanging on the wall, although the color is elegant and dignified, but it always makes people feel a little oppressive.

Next to it, there is a small conversation room with two chairs and a small table with two teacups and a lamp.

Xinyi witnessed the scene in front of her, and seemed to see Pu Yi, who was down.

"This pseudo-palace is really not as good as I imagined, it seems that a lot of processing has been done on TV, and when I come here, I don't have so much yearning." Xinyi was slightly disappointed.

"Can it be the same on TV as it is in reality? That's where the emperor lives, of course, it has to be decorated a little to attract the audience's attention. ”

Junpeng is not very interested in these ancient buildings, but he is particularly fond of model cars, and he finally has to buy a souvenir for a trip.

Wenhao took Junpeng to a nearby souvenir shop and bought a model of a large truck at a high price. Xinyi doesn't want to visit indoors, so let's go outside and take a walk.

The huge pseudo-imperial palace has lost a lot of popularity, and they feel more and more desolate as they pass through the houses built by the Manchu Dynasty. Xinyi just found a few random attractions, took a few photos, and then wanted to go home.

may be the reason for the gloomy season, and I always feel a trace of coldness coming. The leaves on the trees are half yellow and half green, and a few leaves fall fluttering when a small wind blows.

All the way through, passing several hundred-year-old trees, there are also signs hanging on them, introducing the age of the trees and the basic information.

"It's really boring here, I came here once when I was young, and after so many years of development, it seems that it is not as good as before, hey! Let's go home. ”

After returning home, Wenhao began to try to eat those medicinal noodles. For those medicines, each dose is divided into small paper packets. Wenhao picked up a packet of medicine, put it in a bowl, and then drank it.

Hey! This medicine is really bitter, the color is black, the writer pinched his nose in the face of the medicine, tilted his neck, and then ate a pack, the taste is really more bitter than eating Coptis chinensis.

At least three times a day, you have to take more than ten packets of medicine, when you are outside, because you have no conditions to take medicine, you can only pick up a small packet of dry noodles and put it in your mouth, and then drink a big gulp of water, after swallowing it, the mouth is still sticky with black foam.

Taking this medicine is really a torture, not to mention that it will take a few years to adjust and slowly recover, just this month is enough for the writer.

As soon as it was time to take the medicine, Wenhao began to worry when he looked at the medicine noodles, and before he lasted for a month, he retreated, as long as he saw these medicine noodles, he had a feeling of nausea.

"I've been taking this medicine for nearly a month, and then I still buy it?" Xinyi was out of kindness, afraid that Wenhao would forget to buy medicine because of too many things, and delay his illness again.

"You're going to eat me! Let me take medicine every day, don't buy it, these quacks are all liars, what kind of broken medicine noodles is this, just this taste, this bitterness can kill a person, it is purely a liar. As soon as he mentioned this medicinal noodle, the writer was so angry that his eyes were staring, and his face was red.

The writer is also aggrieved in his heart, he has spent a lot of money, and he has suffered from those sins and the pain hidden in his body, and he doesn't know whether it has any effect.

If you use this way to replace the reduction of hormones, it is better not to eat, which is really unacceptable.

"Alright! You are also angry about this, who is not allowed to get sick, I didn't go to check, otherwise there is a problem. No matter how Xinyi persuaded her, the writer couldn't slow down for the time being, and he was always in a depressed state.

After another period of time, Xinyi saw that Wenhao's mood had improved slightly, so she shouted to go around the surroundings. It was also just in time for Valentine's Day, so Wenhao drove Xinyi to the beach to relax his mood.

Facing the sea and the spring flowers are blooming, this feeling is like meeting a long-lost confidant, who can tell all the feelings. This way over, the flowers on both sides of the road, competing for beauty, colorful, traffic crowded, people are boiling.

There are a lot of crabs, shrimp crawlers, prawns, and cockles sold on the beach...... It's really everything you need and it's so fresh. Wenhao likes to eat seafood the most, and there are many tents on the seaside, which sell all kinds of seafood.

"Bring me six crabs, a pound of shrimp crawlers, another fish, and a platter of white clams." Wenhao ordered some dishes, and then went swimming in the sea with Junpeng.

It's a small town, the water is not as clear as in the big cities, and there are a lot of people swimming on the beach, so it looks very muddy.

Xinyi was a little dizzy, so she could only sit quietly at the dining table, watching Wenhao and Junpeng father and son chasing me and playing in the water.

Xinyi was wearing a yellow-pink swimsuit, a coffee-colored sunsuit, a red lace sunhat, and a bottle of drink in her hand.

Wenhao and Junpeng swam for more than an hour, and Xinyi asked them to go ashore. "The feast has been served, hurry up and eat, it will be cold for a while, and the seafood will have no taste!"

Xinyi stood on the shore and began to shout, and many people looked at her. The writer waved his hand happily at Xinyi, meaning that he knew.

The things by the sea are indeed fresh, and they eat while looking at the sea.

The waves in the distance were rolling layer by layer, and there were many cruise ships of different sizes in the center, and the writer drank a few sips of beer in a soothing mood, and the worries of the past suddenly disappeared.

"Wife, you eat it too, this is the freshest seafood, haven't you seen those fishing boats, they are all freshly caught, and you can't eat them at home."

Xinyi was also very happy that all the plates of shrimp crawlers were wiped out by her.

After Junpeng finished eating, he went here for a while to take a look, and then to the tent to take a look, and saw that everything was fresh.

"Dad, are we staying here tonight? Opposite is the 2nd storey villa. Junpeng pointed to the place where he was staying and said excitedly.

"This is for your mother, she is the chairman, and everything is decided by the leader." The writer forgot about his illness for the time being, and began to joke with Xinyi again.

"Look...... This food can't stop your mouth, and make fun of me, there must be a lot of mosquitoes in this place, and the seaside villa, I don't know how much money this night is, let's go home, it's not far away anyway. ”

Wenhao also felt that Xinyi was right, how could there be comfort at home outside. "That's right! It's more comfortable for us to leave later, or go home and sleep. ”

Junpeng has always been an obedient child, and he just asks. In the blink of an eye, the sun is setting, and the western sky is still burning with an orange-red sunset.

The sea, also dyed red by the glow, is more spectacular than the sky.

Because the sea is moving, whenever the rows of waves surge, the glow reflected on the crest of the waves is red and bright, like a piece of burning fire, flickering, rolling, and disappearing.

And the back row, is flickering, rolling and surging over, the waves are like following the melody, rolling rhythmically, in this beautiful sunset, it really makes visitors linger.

The writer stepped on the soft sand, walked along the seashore again, and walked forward slowly. The sea water, gently caressing the soft sand, makes a gentle "brush" sound, and the sea breeze at sunset is fresh and cool.

"What a day! I must let go of the heaviness of my illness and live a happy life, and strive to live every minute well. The writer's mood suddenly brightened.

Xinyi also followed Wenhao closely and held his hand tightly. "Husband, are you in a better mood?"

Wenhao smiled and said to Xinyi: "Thank you for your wife's love, it's much better!" ”

They looked at each other and smiled, and shouted at Junpeng who was not far away. "Son, I'm ready to go home."

Before leaving, Wenhao went to the neighborhood to buy some fresh crabs. He knew that Xinyi liked to eat red nail red the most, so he bought several catties, and specially asked the master to prepare a foam incubator filled with ice cubes.

"Husband, you're tired too, I'll drive the way back, you are only responsible for commanding, take a good rest."

Xinyi thanked Wenhao psychologically, after being married for so many years, only after Wenhao fell ill did she understand what true love was.

Maybe it's a woman's love for a man, but it's more after a man's success, after all, career is the foundation of a man.

Xinyi suddenly felt that the previous days seemed to have been spent in a muddy nightmare, with quarrels, cold wars, gratuitous contempt, and cold words that killed people without seeing blood......

"That's a hard wife!" The writer leaned back in the co-pilot's seat, leisurely looking at the crowded traffic outside the window, and his mood was also extremely happy.