"Shut up!"

Song Jingfang regretted it very much, why did he have a flood of sympathy, grinding and chirping with her here, and directly knocking him out and taking him away, he had to give himself some moths out.

In response to her, only the silver bottle intensified the "woo~" cry, which was transmitted through the mobile phone case, buzzing in Song Jingfang's hands.

Song Jingfang was helpless and rolled his eyes. Crying, crying, you still have a face to cry, it's me who should cry.

I don't know if there is a shop to repair mobile phones in the heart of the world, how much does it cost to change the inner screen of a mobile phone, and the important thing is, is there still a place for her RMB?

A series of "unsuitables" gave Song Jingfang a headache.

Whew~ will be solved.

After two seconds of entanglement, Song Jingfang regained his strength, stuffed the buzzing mobile phone back to his waist, and sneaked out of Shangshu Mansion with a bag of dim sum from the table.

Crawling out of the dog hole, there was a glimmer of light in the sky, and it was dawn.

Unknowingly, she tossed with the silver bottle in Shangshu Mansion for a night.

On the side of the road, a stall selling morning noodles was set up, and a large cauldron was steaming.

The shirtless boss waved a pair of long chopsticks and stirred three times in the water, the bamboo spoon was shaken, a bowl of hot noodle soup was put into the pot, poured on the bone broth that had been boiled for half a night, sprinkled with three or five green onions, and a bowl of delicious Yangchun noodles was served.

Song Jing hesitated at the noodle stall, his eyes were not controlled by his brain, and he looked directly at the clay noodle bowl, secreting strong saliva and swallowing again. The pastries that walked from Shangshu Mansion were sacrificed to the Five Organs Temple before crawling out of the dog cave, and they were wiped out.

It's really extraordinary, a bowl of somen noodles can be hungry like this.

I really want to eat a bite of hot noodle soup~

"Boss." Song Jingfang stepped forward cheekily.

"What does the guest officer eat?"

"That boss, you see that your business is very good, you can't be busy alone, why don't I help you work, can you make me a bowl of noodles?"

The owner of the noodle stall is a young man who is still working hard to save money and marry a daughter-in-law.

A person cooks noodles, washes dishes and greets guests, and the small business asks for helpers and can't make a deal, as soon as I hear that Song Jingfang helps only a bowl of noodles, it is quite cost-effective, and the little boss didn't think much about it, and readily agreed.

"You go and wash your face first, there is a coarse cloth shirt in the bamboo basket, you change it, you can't entertain the guest officer dirty."

Song Jingfang was dressed in tattered pudding, plus he drilled a dog hole back and forth twice, with an unkempt ball head, full of embarrassment, and he looked like a little beggar at first glance.

"Okay, go right away."

Don't twist, neatly wash your face and hands, put on a coarse cloth shirt to greet guests, and go around the stove by the pot.

After being busy for a while, the sun was three poles, the noodle stall stopped, Song Jingfang held a large bowl of noodles and ate fragrantly, opposite, the door of Shangshu Mansion opened, and the steward Zhang Luo's subordinates were busy.

Song Jingfang finished eating the noodle soup in three or two and stepped forward to inquire.

It turned out that it was rumored that the young master of the Du family, who had been in a coma for several days, woke up, and the subordinates of Shangshu Mansion ran around, beating gongs and drums, and firecrackers rang out in unison, cleaning the entire Shangshu Mansion to drive away bad luck.

Mrs. Du is a devout Buddhist believer, in order to repay the vows, she also wants to add popularity to the Shangshu Mansion without falling cold, when Du Zhongjing woke up, she ordered someone to prepare a decoction to clear the heat, and prepared to set up a shed in front of the mansion to give soup.

The front of Shangshu Mansion is crowded with people, and the free decoction undoubtedly attracts the people of the whole city.

Song Jingfang stood in the corner, thought about it, and felt the silver bottle out of his waist.

The silver bottle was swollen with a pair of walnut eyes, and quickly asked the screen: "What's the happy event in the house?" "I care about everything in Shangshufu.

"Leaving with the dirty things of the little master of the Du family, isn't this a great joy?"

Song Jingfang adjusted his posture and let the silver bottle see how happy the people of Shangshu Mansion were.

The silver bottle didn't speak, and Song Jingfang was not a person who could hold back.

"Take a look for yourself, I took you in, Du Zhongjing woke up, and everyone was happy."

"The little master won't be happy to see me." The silver bottle stubbornly thought.

Song Jingfang learned a lesson, did not entangle with her in this regard, and only chatted with her casually.

"I heard from the people in Shangshu Mansion that Young Master Du came back from a walk before the ghost gate this time, his qi was weak and weak, his body for more than ten years of recuperation was exhausted and there was still a deficit, and his lifespan was reduced by a few years......"

As he spoke, Yu Guang paid attention to the face of the silver bottle.

“…… The end of the year is a hurdle, I don't know if your favorite Young Master Du can cross the past. ”

"The little master will be fine, absolutely not!" The silver bottle was emotional, clenching her fists and biting her cheeks.

Song Jingfang silently stuffed the phone back and twitched his right hand holding the phone.

You don't have a long memory!

Yinhua'er doesn't understand what you're saying at all, and she won't understand the simple truth that "she and Du Zhongjing are already people from two worlds".

I still want to reason with Yinhua'er, it's really a bubble in my brain, and saying a word to this kind of person is to lower my IQ.

A profound self-examination, nothing more than three, she will not be stupid in the future with the silver bottle.

In the evening, before the Shaoyang City Gate was closed, Song Jingfang went out of the city in a crowd.

I don't know which well-known scientist said that after a person dies, the surrounding magnetic field will change, and the disturbance of the energy magnetic field Song Jingfang guessed that it should be the cause of the qualitative change caused by too many numbers.

Therefore, she deliberately asked the owner of the noodle stall about the address of Shaoyang Yizhuang and decided to try her luck there. If there is a platform at half past two in the middle of the night, it means that she guessed correctly, and maybe she can meet her peers, and take her for a ride by the way.

If not, the big deal is to waste a few nights of time, and then she will try places like the noon vegetable market and mass graves, these famous places.

Yizhuang is on the mountain of Sanlidi outside the city, saying that it is a mountain, but it is actually a small dirt slope, and Song Jingfang is slowly climbing up.

Why did he choose Yizhuang, because Song Jingfang thought that compared with the noon gate vegetable market and mass graves, Yizhuang is a fairly peaceful and orderly place, and it is equipped with a public official who is a keeper, so it is much more reassuring.

As the saying goes, people don't panic.

As a dead house, after half of a life was removed, he finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

The wild grass in the field is taller than people, faintly sufficient, a dilapidated house, and two white paper lanterns with the word "Yi" are hung on the door. From time to time, the night breeze blows, and the candles in the lanterns flicker and flicker.

Strange, how do you feel that this Yizhuang is so high.

Walking in, it turns out that the foundation of Yizhuang is a little higher than the ordinary house, and the stone platform under the wall of the light courtyard is almost half a person high in Song Jingfang.

A crooked staircase in front of the door was embedded in a few flat stone slabs at random, and people did not often move around, and the stone slabs were covered by weeds.

Song Jingfang walked up and counted them by the way, there were nine pieces in total.