The ancient city of Ningzhou with a long history is extremely charming, known as Nanzhao in ancient times, and it is also a Buddhist resort, whether it is in the city or in the distance, the mountain shadow is like a painting, as if stepping into a fairyland, and you can explore the clouds with a touch.

The white clouds bypass the green mountains, the streams flow through the countryside, the elegance is ancient, and the tea is fragrant.

There are countless tourists coming and going, and there are so many rare things on the street that they are like cow hair, and this confusion makes Mo Jingting's scalp tingle for a while.

What about the empty portrait of Bai Rong, after many years, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Mo Jingting and Master continued to walk on the streets of the ancient city, comparing whether there were stalls or people with similar faces from time to time.

......

Along the way, at noon, Mo Jingting and Master turned a corner at the waist of the ancient city to March Street.

The interface set up a stage, just in time for the opening time of the show, which is a special event organized by the local ethnic festival.

When I first arrived, I had no clue, so the master and apprentice stopped for a while.

The host on stage was already halfway through his opening speech.

“... In order to enliven cultural and cultural activities, on the occasion of the March Street Ethnic Festival, we held the 2139 Ethnic Festival Café de Coral Jeonju Square Dance Competition, first of all, welcome everyone. ”

In such a beautiful era, even if in another hundred years, no matter how developed the Internet of Things is, in addition to the convenience of life and life, humanistic activities will never leave the stage of history.

This is a cultural inheritance, not a foolish old system.

Mo Jingting looked away from the stage and looked at the mountain scenery in the distance behind, secretly sighing in her heart that the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and at the same time she sighed that there were many people in the vast area, and it was a little difficult to check, so she couldn't help but secretly promise in her heart that she hoped to have a chance encounter.

"What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing," Mo Jingting turned her head to look at Master, "The scenery is good, this is the first time I've seen such a beautiful place." ”

"Of course, it's not a tourist attraction!"

Mo Jingting continued to look at the scenery and did not speak.

"Isn't it too broad to look for someone with a portrait?" An Zixian looked in the direction Mo Jingting was looking at, "The range is too big, are you sure it's here?" ”

"Probability." Mo Jingting thought for a moment, "Why don't you go to the police station and ask?" They should have it in their system. ”

"What you think is beautiful, why should people believe you."

"Then follow your instincts." Mo Jingting believed, "My intuition tells me that this white girl's home is here, as for when I can find it, it depends on whether I can meet someone who is destined, maybe I will meet in the next second." ”

An Zixian was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Master, what do you think?"

"How else can you look at it, I don't know this person named Bai Rong, since you are so confident, I can only listen to your arrangement for the time being."

"Then let's rest for a while, go back to the end of the street and ask someone, and if it doesn't work, go to the stockade over there in the mountain shadow and ask."

"Yes." An Zixian muttered, "I hope you're right, if he is really alive, it would be best if he could find it earlier, at least he could see the old man." ”

Mo Jingting couldn't help but feel a little gloomy when she heard it, because the old man had entered the age of the broken candle and didn't have many days left, which was also the reason why she was willing to pretend to be An Zixian's girlfriend to make the old man happy.

Mo Jingting turned her attention to the stage again, and the host just finished broadcasting and began to step aside.

......

A group of children's dance groups quickly approached, each holding a classical instrument similar to a guitar, and the pace was like a silver snake dancing in a mountain.

The dance is complicated and colorful, sometimes like a twisted Yangge, sometimes like the square dance of the old aunt, and finally ends with a rhythmic street dance.

In its place is a dance group composed of a group of young girls, all slim and elegant, with improved national costumes, like fairies in paintings.

Among them, there was a particularly outstanding lead dancer who immediately attracted Mo Jingting's attention, she was feminine, her face was like a flower, she was holding a painting fan, and she was wearing a velvet flower ornament on her head, which was as beautiful as a fairy.

In addition to this beauty, Mo Jingting always felt that this girl's face was a little familiar, especially when she smiled like a flower after a dance.

Immediately, Mo Jingting used her data analysis ability to compare her with Bai Rong, and the results showed that the similarity was 90%.

"Master," Mo Jingting shouted as she looked at the girl at all times, "there is." ”

An Zixian didn't know what she was shouting, so she turned to look at the place she was staring at, and when she saw the beautiful girl, she couldn't help asking, "What are you talking about, what's wrong with this girl, it's not wrong to be too beautiful." ”

Mo Jingting pouted, "Take a closer look!" ”

As soon as she said this, An Zixian began to take it seriously, and looked at the girl who danced carefully.

At this time, Mo Jingting handed the hand-painted portrait of Bai Rong to the master.

An Zixian squinted and looked left and right, and finally, that skeptical face turned into excitement.

"Well, isn't it like that?"

"It's really a chance encounter in the next second," An Zixian was happy, "It's not that sisters are also relatives." ”

......

After the dance, Mo Jingting and the master immediately rushed to the backstage, the girl was drinking water in the corner and shivering, the dance just now should be particularly nervous.

When I looked closer, the master and apprentice found that they were more similar.

An Zixian walked forward with Mo Jingting's hand-painted portrait of Bai Rong and opened her mouth to the girl.

"Hello!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and found that she was talking to her, and hurriedly responded with a smile: "Hello! ”

"Your dancing is so beautiful."

"Thank you!"

"Hmm... We are tourists from out of town, see if you can ......"

"What?" The girl asked, confused.

Looking at the master muttering, he couldn't help but smile when he saw the beautiful woman's appearance, and took back the portrait in his hand and stood in front of the girl, "We want to ask you, the name on the portrait is Bai Rong, do you know it?" ”

When the girl saw the portrait and recognized it, her face became extremely ugly, and more terrified.

"You ...... Who are you? The girl's voice trembled a little, "You ...... You ......"

An Zixian turned to Mo Jingting and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, we don't have malicious intentions, we just think you are a little familiar, come and ask." ”

"Ask? Familiar? The girl's face was full of confusion, "Are you her friends?" ”

"What, do you know her?" An Zixian asked.

"Don't you know," the girl looked at the two masters, "what is your relationship with her?" ”

When An Zixian was about to explain, Mo Jingting preemptively said: "This is my master, my master has a good friend, and his good friend's girlfriend is the person on this portrait." ”

An Zi was stunned and speechless for a while.

"I see," said the girl, cheerfully, "she's my cousin, and I haven't seen her for a long time, is she okay?" ”

An Zixian's face was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to deal with it, because he didn't know who Bai Rong was at all.

Mo Jingting was unhurried and said, "She's fine, but she had some accident and disappeared with Master's friend, so we came to ask, I don't know what you know?" ”

The girl was a little gloomy when she heard this, as if she remembered some unpleasant past.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Jingting asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm sorry for my cousin, she's already pitiful." The girl put down the water glass in her hand, "You wait for me outside, I'll go change my clothes, and I'll take you home and ask my father, he should know a lot about what happened back then." ”

"I don't know what your name is?" An Zixian asked.

"My name is Bai Qiao, just call me Xiao Qiao."

"An Zixian," An Zixian looked at Mo Jingting, "Call her Xiaomo." ”

The girl walked to a person who seemed to be the leader of the team, underestimated a few words, and went to the changing room again.

An Zixian and Mo Jingting silently walked outside the door and waited quietly.