Uncle Liang wanted to ask the driver to take her back, but Song Jinyan insisted on taking the bus back by herself. She really wanted to revisit the old place, the road that Lin Nian drove her to Shen Yuan, she didn't know how many times she had walked back then.

"Well, Uncle Liang, can you lend me a dollar?"

When she was about to leave, she found that she was in a hurry to go out, so she followed Lin Nian to see Shen Muting after changing her clothes, and she didn't have any money with her at all.

"I'll lend you a hundred, and I don't have to pay it back." Liang Bo is bold.

Well, what about a dollar, Liang Bo really doesn't have it!

The dignified housekeeper of Shen Yuan, the powerful figure back then, isn't it sincere that you borrow a dollar from others?

"But the bus doesn't give change, I just want a dollar!" Song Jinyan said embarrassedly.

This can't be blamed on Uncle Liang, Uncle Liang has never made a bus.

Liang Bo picked up the phone on the table and dialed a four-digit internal line.

"Is the porter Lao Zhao? When Miss Song goes out, you give her a dollar! What? A hundred? No, as long as you have a dollar, you can find a way! ”

The porter Lao Zhao wanted to cry, when did the housekeeper Liang become stingy, and he was not even willing to give a reward of 100 yuan, and only gave a tip of one yuan? Isn't that sincerity difficult?

Song Jinyan held a one-dollar coin in his hand and walked out of the gate of Shen Yuan.

She walked down the mountain along the asphalt road in front of Shen Yuan's gate.

The direction of this road is actually the same as the direction of the narrow official road built by Rong Xun thousands of years ago.

At that time, in order to facilitate the mountain, Rong Xun ordered people to build an official road up the mountain. It is said to be an official road, except for the carriage and family members of King Xun's mansion, where are ordinary people walking.

She still remembers that Rong Xun deliberately made a few big bends when he built the road, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive, but he said that he could see the most beautiful scenery on the mountain.

He wants to accompany her and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the world.

At that time, was he telling the truth?

She's confused!

Yes, turn right at the intersection in front, and there will be a mountain spring flowing down, a very small bunch.

The water of the mountain spring is very sweet, and the mountain spring has a unique cold taste in summer.

She was in that pool of mountain spring water, chasing and laughing with Rong Xun.

The buoyancy of the water allows them to float freely on the surface.

Rong Xun under the sunset, his eyes are deep and distant, and his face is handsome.

Rong Xun has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and every inch of skin on his body is very firm, and his waist is well-defined.

At that time, she nestled in his arms, and only felt that she was the happiest woman in the whole world.

Even if her father and brother are spilling blood for this man.

Thousands of years later, there is still clear water flowing in that mountain spring, and it seems that the years are not so long.

Song Jinyan looked at the pouring water, resolutely turned around, and continued to walk.

Well, tomorrow I will find Shen Yuan's maid to fetch some mountain spring water, and the cooked rice will be sweeter.

Half a mile ahead, there should be a green fir tree.

It was the first anniversary of their wedding, and the two of them held hands with each other and planted a small tree together.

He whispered to her, "Yan'er, tonight, this king will also bury a tree seed for you." ”

In the sunlight, his smile outlines a charming arc.

Let her indulge.

Fall into the abyss without knowing it!

At this time, she lowered her head to 90 degrees so that she could see the dense branches and leaves of the green cedar tree.

It took four or five people to hug this tree.

Song Jinyan sighed that some things are far more far-reaching than feelings.

Rong Xun has long since died, and he has kept his memory for thousands of years, and he is no longer the Xiang Fei Yan of the past.

But this mountain spring, this green shirt, still exists in heaven and earth.

It can be seen that the shortest thing in the world is people's feelings, even if it is a lifetime, it is only a hundred years.

Song Jinyan walked under the tree, bent down to pick up a green fir leaf, put it to his lips, and blew the song "Sauvignon Blanc".

His favorite tune.

How did he live in his previous life, and everywhere was for him.