Chapter 115: Accumulation of Salaries
Garan retracted his gaze and let Ah Yan burn the bones in the pit.
On the other side, Xie Xiaobai was still in a panic: "Mother, he's looking for you......"
Tang Ning was a little stunned: "Looking for me?" β
Xie Xiaobai breathed heavily: "He knows that you are in Leizhou." β
Tang Ning's expression changed slightly.
The emotions on the girl's face were vague and complicated.
Four years ago, my father came back to look for herβ
If it weren't for her mother's business, she would be happy, right? Even if he doesn't say goodbye, even if he abandons himself, she is still looking forward to her lonely and parasitic fence.
That was four years ago, though.
Since he was looking for her at that time, why did they still not see each other after four years?
After leaving Jiangcheng, where did he go?
Jiangcheng and Leizhou, no matter how far away they are, there is an end, as long as he goes, he can always see her.
But he never returned to the Tang family in Leizhou.
As the afternoon sun turned white, the group left the grassy garden.
In fact, there are no flowers in the garden for a long time.
They found two rooms at random, and after a little rectification, they settled them.
Meng Yuanji yawned and began to cry out hungry again.
Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are just the time to eat.
He grabbed the pouch and dragged Tang Xin out.
Tang Xin struggled twice, but he didn't have as much strength as him, so he had to follow along.
The old house of the Tang Ning family has not been inhabited for a long time, and there is nothing if you want anything, even if it is only for a few days, someone needs to go out to buy it.
Seeing this, Ah Yan was excited, and also went outside.
Only the little gods, dressed in immaculate white, curled up under the porch, not wanting to go anywhere.
As soon as Downing walked away, he looked nervous.
"Mother, mother, mother......"
He panicked, still unable to calm down.
Downing had no choice but to stay by his side.
Garan walked around and returned to the bottom of the porch.
There was not the slightest sign of anyone alive in the house.
It seems that Tang Li came back four years ago, just buried someone, and left without any nostalgia.
He looked at Downing and dusted the stone steps with his sleeve.
The dust rises and flies in the sun.
Jia Lan coughed and sat down: "That Tang Li, what does it look like?" β
Xie Xiaobai sat two steps away from him, raised his face slightly when he heard the words, and looked at him: "What is called abnormality?" β
"What does it look like?" Jia Lan lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, his fair complexion, and his clean and fragile appearance always made him feel very strange, "The place on his body is different from his life, it is naturally called abnormal." β
Xie Xiaobai sat up straight: "Then it's no different, he's still a person with two arms and two legs." β
"He also has two eyes and a mouth on his face, just looking at his appearance, he is no different from the mortals you and I have seen."
Jia Lan blinked his eyes, and his pupils suddenly darkened: "Ten years ago, Tang Li has not been heard from since he left home, but he suddenly came back four years ago, why?" β
"Father-daughter affection?" He sneered and turned to look at Downing, "I'm afraid not." β
Tang Ning leaned against the railing, his face gloomy.
She wondered when her father had been different.
Looking back now, before his mother died, something seemed wrong with him.
It's just that at that time she was too young to understand anything.
If she remembers correctly, then her father's disappearance may not be due to her mother's death. He left Jiangcheng for most other reasons, and when he came back four years ago, it was probably not all because of her.
Tang Ning suddenly laughed.
When she was a child, her father always read to her here, reading all kinds of messy books, regardless of whether she could understand or not.
What kind of talented and beautiful women, beauties and heroes, he doesn't know how many inconsequential stories he has told, and after he finishes talking back, he wants to warn her that the talents, heroes, and beautiful men in the book are all lies.
The author's nonsense cannot be believed.
Except for him, all men in the world are muddy.
He sat on the recliner and said the most shameless words with the most serious look.
But at that time, Tang Ning did not have the slightest doubt about his words.
Her father is the best father in the world.
For his mother, he is also the best husband in the world.
They are a family of three, and they are the most beautiful family in the world.
What she wants, likes, is by her side. She thought that her father and mother would be with her for the rest of her life.
But beauty seems to be destined for destruction.
Tang Ning looked at the sky in the distance and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The sunshine of Jiangcheng and the rain of Leizhou are staggered at this moment.
The hot crushed gold fell on her face, drying her wet eyes.
Outside the dilapidated Tang family's mansion, the fragrance of spring is circulating in the air of Jiangcheng.
Meng Yuanji grabbed Tang Xin and had already arrived on the street.
Jiangcheng is not as prosperous as Leizhou, but I don't know if it's because the weather is good, the people are also spiritual, the streets are full of people, and it looks very lively.
Tang Xin was a little uncomfortable.
Meng Yuanji and Ah Yan were gearing up, looking energetic and eager to try.
Just buy some food, do you need to marry a relative?
Tang Xinhen sneered, and before he could stand still, his arm was first grabbed by Meng Yuanji: "Let's go, I don't know what is being sold there, it's so fragrant." β
He strode forward, and Ah Yan fell down with a grunt, perched on his shoulder.
Pedestrians around them would scream in horror if they could see this.
Meng Yuanji walked to the stall: "Hey, it turned out to be a bun." β
In front of the cage drawer, the snow-white heat was emitting bursts of aroma.
Hungry and thunderous, he clutched his stomach.
Can buns be so fragrant?
He sniffed.
In the restaurant behind the stall, a man with big ears came out, laughed and lifted the corner of the steamer to let the heat bubble more: "How is it, fragrant?" β
The stomach barked louder.
Passers-by looked at each other, Meng Yuanjijun blushed, leaned closer and asked, "What kind of stuffing is this bun?" So fragrant? β
He Meng Sixth Young Master hadn't eaten anything good, but the bun was so fragrant that he couldn't guess the filling at all.
"Lamb? Venison? Beef? He speculated.
The man laughed even louder: "Where did the venison come from at this time, Childe laughed." β
He grabbed a piece of oiled paper and opened the steamer: "The two sons are from out of town, right?" β
Meng Yuanji touched his head embarrassedly: "The shopkeeper's good eyesight." β
While the heat was steaming, the man shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not that I have good eyesight, it's really you who just asked, and I'm not a local when I hear it." β
"Although my business is small, the food I make is still a little famous, if you are a person from Jiangcheng, you have more or less heard of it." He pointed to the restaurant behind him, "Chen Ji, he only sells steamed buns, and he uses all the best ...... in Jiangcheng."
"Wow-Daddy-"
Before the shopkeeper could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a burst of crying.