Wan Huan ignored his sigh and followed Shen Yunqi's footsteps and walked forward directly.

There was a shout from behind her, "Hey~ Xiaoyu'er, you're waiting for me!" ”

He Chongyang's report letter blew up the gossip circle in the capital.

Now that the capital is full of boiling speculation and rumors, how can he, the central figure of gossip, have the leisure to hang out here?

Even if He Chongyang appeared at the train station, it was impossible for him to really come to help him carry his bag, right?

Wan Huan is full of question marks in her head now, but now is obviously not a good time to ask, so she has to suppress her doubts.

"Pay attention to safety on the road, and remember to take a telegram for me when you get home!" Shen Yunqi put away his luggage, touched his head and asked.

Huan Huan held Shen Yunqi's arm with both hands and coquettishly, "I know, uncle, but I can't bear to ...... you"

"When my uncle is on vacation, I will go to Sichuan Province to see you!" Shen Yunqi said that he was a little lacking in confidence.

In the past two years, the physical condition of the bigwigs above has slowly begun to fail, and some people's ambitions have become more and more obvious.

Shen Yunqi has a heavy responsibility, and as the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Gyeonggi Strongland, where can he have the freedom to take a vacation when he says he is on vacation.

A while ago, I went out to play with all the joy, and I had been preparing for more than half a month, and I didn't dare to go far, for fear that I wouldn't be able to go back in case I could.

Duan Huan also understood Shen Yunqi's difficulties, and nodded obediently, "That uncle can't go, so he has to write to me often!" ”

Shen Yunqi pointed to the duffel bag and explained to Duan Huan in a chattering manner.

Where are the snacks eaten on the road, where are the lunch boxes and toiletries, and it is said that food stamps and money are placed in the hidden pockets of the military duffel bags just in case.

Everyone present looked at Shen Yunqi like this and felt incredible.

I didn't expect that Shen Heishou, who was incomprehensible, could still have such a chattering time.

With this meticulous packing of luggage, even Hu's mother, who is a woman, has to bow down, and her baby's pimple luggage is all packed up by Aunt Zhang.

The conductor was in the corridor outside the box and began to urge the send-off personnel to get off the train quickly.

Shen Yunqi and Hu Mu walked away in the reluctant eyes of the two little girls.

At this time, a duffel bag was thrown in the window of the train with a "bang".

Then a sturdy figure like a cheetah rushed in through the window.

"Xu Bao'er, I'm sorry I'm late!" The person who climbed the window landed lightly.

"Brother Chongjiu, why are you here?" Wan Huan asked in surprise.

"I'm going to Jincheng on a business trip, and I'll help you carry your luggage by the way." He Chongjiu touched Duan Huan's head, and then wiped the footprints on the table.

Another luggage-carrying worker? Shen Yunqi's stroke is big enough?

This trip back to the city can be called a high standard, and there are two laborers who carry bags, and the key is that the appearance is quite high.

"Quick! Get out of the way! This is really boiling water, it scalded me! Before He Chongyang entered the corridor outside, everyone heard his voice.

As soon as He Chongyang entered the door, he met He Chongjiu's eyes, and the two were stunned at the same time.

The atmosphere in the box instantly became awkward.

He Chongyang He Chongjiu was supposed to be the closest twin brother, but now they are looking at each other without saying a word.

Except for the two brothers, the rest of the people in the box didn't feel much better.

He Chongyang's report on Tan Yanwen brought out the old things of the He family again, who in the capital hasn't heard their gossip?

A few days ago, Hu Junlan and Duan Huan were still discussing the issue of He Chongyang reporting Tan Yanwen and Qiao Dongshuang.

Hu Junhao is engaged in news and propaganda work, and his news channels are even more well-informed.

Not only is he aware of the gossip that is rumoring outside, but he also knows some of the inside information of Tan Yanwen's investigation.

"Xiao Jiu'er, let's go out and talk, shall we?" He Chongyang put the two cups in his hand on the table.

The two brothers of the He family went out one after the other, and the remaining three people in the box breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Huanhuan is not worried at all, there may be conflicts during deep exchanges between the brothers.

But this is the problem of the He brothers, others can't intervene, and they can't intervene, so let them solve it alone.

Duan Huan took out a deck of playing cards from his shoulder bag, "Junlan, Brother Hu, I'm idle anyway, let's play poker!" ”

After the three of them played two laps of "running fast", they found that Hu Junlan and Hu Junhao, two siblings, wanted to be good at card skills, so they suggested playing "Fighting the Landlord".

In this era of class struggle, playing "fighting landlords" is really a particularly interesting experience.

Hu Junhao's face and appearance are fierce and rough, but he is actually a very delicate and logical person.

Unlike Hu Junlan, who only wants to be happy, he is very good at counting cards, and he also pays attention to rhythm and strategy.

It is not easy to win against him, but it is precisely because of the opponent in chess that it is particularly interesting to play.

Coupled with whether Miss Hu's IQ is not online, the atmosphere of this game is even more joyful.

When the two brothers of the He family came back from chatting in the restaurant, the game of the three of them had entered a white-hot stage.

He Chongyang looked at this fresh gameplay and strongly asked to join.

There was only one deck of playing cards, and the four people were a little reluctant to play the landlord, so they took the initiative to give up the position to He Chongyang.

Duan Huan took out pocket chess and invited He Chongjiu to play chess.

After so many years of enjoying chess skills and chess products, there has been no growth, and it is thanks to He Chongjiu's good temper that he has not been repented of until he gets angry.

Along the way, the five people exchanged teammates to play chess and cards, but they were not lonely.

When they arrived in Chang'an to transfer trains, there was no ticket to Xifu that day, so several people had to stay in Chang'an for one night.

Hu Junlan has not slept well on the train for the past two days, and as soon as she arrived at the guest house and booked a room, she fell asleep.

Hu Junhao stayed to guard her, and went out with He Chongyang and He Chongjiu for a walk.

After several years of breaking the four old activities, Chang'an City, which has the reputation of "the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties", also looks even more dilapidated.

The road was brought by He Chongyang, and I don't know why I wandered to the black market.

This season is also the time when there are more fruits in Chang'an, pomegranates, grapes, apples, and dates, looking dazzling.

He Chongyang, a foodie, bought and bought all the way, and after a while, he carried a big bag on his body.

Of course, there are not only fruits to eat on the black market, Xi'an is the ancient capital of many dynasties, and there are many old objects that have been dug up from the ground and inherited from the ground.

I saw a palace fan with ivory silk in a stall, which looked like the craftsmanship of the Qing Dynasty, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite.

The main fan is woven entirely of ivory silk with a thickness of less than 1 mm.

On the delicate fan surface, it is decorated with a chrysanthemum butterfly pattern carved in akane ivory with thin copper wire.

The outer frame on the edge of the fan is made of tortoiseshell material, and it can be seen that it is cut and inlaid with a whole tortoiseshell.

The center of the fan surface is made of palm bamboo as the handle beam, and the handle beam is inlaid with burnt blue decoration.

It is inlaid with a copper-plated gold-plated emerald chisel bat pattern roof, and the lower part bears green dyed teeth and light green copper tire painting enamel dragon moire fan handle.

I liked this palace fan very much and played with it for a long time.

When the price was asked, the stall owner paid a price of sixty, and did not give any room for counteroffer, so he stood up and prepared to leave with regret.

Such a fan is exquisite, but it is not worth sixty yuan now.

Before, he bought an ivory mat from the early Qing Dynasty in the capital, and it cost less than 40 yuan.

He Chongyang and He Chongjiu were ready to pay money to help Duan Huan buy it, but Duan Huan hurriedly stopped him.

Sixty yuan is two months' salary for an ordinary worker, not a small amount of money, and she will not let them help pay for it.

"Little girl, this is something that flows out of the palace, sixty yuan is really not expensive!" The stall owner hurriedly said when he saw that he was about to leave.

Huan was about to say that it was the imperial supplies of the palace, and they were not worth so much money, when a deep male voice came from behind him.

"Zhao Laosi, just your broken fan, you dare to ask my eldest niece for sixty yuan, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!"