I looked at Shen Dali and Yang Qing from a distance, watching the two of them walk towards me step by step, with mixed feelings, unable to say a word.

I don't know if I'm going to be happy or angry at this time, I just know that they're back.

The wind in autumn and winter is a little cold, and the smog makes everything hazy, which makes me feel like I am between reality and illusion.

I turned around and asked Zhao Zitong with some annoyance, "You asked them to come over?"

Zhao Zitong asked rhetorically: "You don't remember what you did last night and what you said?"

I was surprised, frowning and remembering, but I couldn't remember what I had done last night.

When they were stunned, Shen Dali and Yang Qing had already walked over.

Yang Qing patted me on the shoulder and asked with a playful smile, "Fifth brother, do you miss the two of us?"

I was speechless and could only smile wryly.

Shen Dali didn't greet me next to him, but glared at Liu Fatzi and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Liu Fatzi enthusiastically stepped forward and put his hand on Shen Dali's shoulder and said, "Why do you ......tone like this as soon as you meet?"

Shen Dali unceremoniously pushed Liu Fatzi aside, and said angrily: "While playing, I am most annoyed to see you."

Then, he looked at me and said with a smile: "Fifth brother, listen to your call, Yang Xiaomei and I came quickly, right?"

I was even more stunned.

Could it be that I drank too much last night and told them to leave their jobs and their existing lives to come and accompany me in danger?

Impossible!

In this situation, there is no point in thinking too much, and I can only accept this reality.

Zhang Yi came over and whispered to me, "Do you want to refund your ticket tonight?"

When he asked, it was not loud, but the others should have heard it clearly.

At this point, all eyes were on me, waiting for my decision.

Zhao Zitong took the opportunity to lean towards me, her eyes were full of anticipation, and she deliberately pointed to the portrait of Zhao Ye in her arms in front of my eyes.

I was a little depressed, and after thinking about it for a while, I shook my head at Zhang Yi.

Shen Dali, Yang Qing and Zhao Zitong all called nervously: "Fifth brother, ......"

I didn't look at the three of them, and continued to say to Zhang Yi: "Help book three more tickets."

Because I was in a hurry to leave Yangzhou, I asked Zhang Yi to set up the direct train from Yangzhou to Beijing that night.

After a little tidying up during the day, at about 7 o'clock in the evening, a few of us arrived at the train station, quickly boarded the train, slept all night, and arrived in Beijing the next morning.

Because we had to go through the security check, we left everything else in Yangzhou and stored it with a neighbor of Zhao Zitong, except for non-prohibited items such as clothing, food and ordinary medicines.

That person was the middle-aged man who almost hit Shen Dali on his bicycle, he was more bold, and promised to send him the address when we arrived at the place, and he would send it to us as soon as possible.

We didn't make many stops in Beijing, but directly bought the nearest bullet train and arrived in Harbin.

There has been a snowfall in Harbin, and there are gray and white snowdrifts piled up on both sides of the road, and the temperature has reached below zero.

Although we were prepared, we still underestimated the low temperature in the northeast at this time, and we were shivering by the cold wind.

As soon as we got out of the station, many black car drivers sneaked over and asked us where we were going.

Everyone looked at me and waited for me to reply.

I saw that it was getting dark, and after hesitating for a while, I decided to stay in Harbin for the night.

We found an express hotel near the train station, opened three rooms, settled in each of them, and went out to forage for food.

According to Liu Fatzi's words, after a day and a night on the train, the birds faded out of his mouth.

I originally planned to find a nearby restaurant to eat casually, but Liu Fatzi insisted on going to see the ice lantern or go to the Russian-style street to have a look, and the others agreed.

It's just winter, and I don't have the skills to conjure up ice lanterns to show them.

Thinking of this tense atmosphere, it is really necessary for everyone to relax, so I did not refuse, stopped two taxis, and rushed to Vasily Russian Culture Street located on Central Avenue in Daoli District.

It is said to be a Russian-style cultural street, but in fact, there are many architectural styles there, and the whole is a pedestrian street.

Because it was a cold time, the streets were not crowded, and some shops were closed.

Most of the shops sell things like nesting dolls, lighters, and chocolates.

It looks like something Russian, but if you look closely, you can see that most of them are made in China.

There are not many restaurants on the street, but there are many exotic hotels, which provoked Liu Fatzi to shout to go back and check out, and wanted to move here.

According to my plan, I will rush to Qiqihar, the second destination, early tomorrow morning, so naturally I will not let Liu Fatzi mess around.

Although we couldn't go to the hostel to experience it, we were able to go to the restaurant to experience the exotic food.

Zhao Zitong was in a good mood, took out his bank card and raised it above his head, and shouted happily: "I invited this meal."

From the first time I met Zhao Zitong to now, it was the first time I saw her so happy.

We found a restaurant owned by a Russian, and if we wanted to experience authentic Western food.

The proprietress was tall and beautiful, and she did not make a fortune after marriage like the women of the Slavic peoples I remembered.

Fatty Liu ran over with a fat face and almost opened his mouth to say "Halle Shao", but he didn't expect people to be fluent in Chinese.

The proprietress has been living here for more than ten years, the Northeast dialect is very slippery, and she is very good at gags and is influenced by the Northeast culture, and she has a very good appetite for Liu Fatzi, and the two chatted very happily, but the rest of us were left out in the cold.

Zhao Zitong glanced at the back of the fat man Liu, took the menu from the handsome Russian waiter, and after glancing at it, his face changed greatly, and he stuck out his tongue and muttered: "Why is it so expensive?"

She looked up and asked me, "Fifth brother, what is beet soup, why do you need more than thirty?" What is the dumpling soup, it actually costs more than 20 pieces. Also, are all the steaks he has here made of gold? ”

I smiled and reached out to her for the menu, saying, "You shouldn't have invited this meal, I'll come."

Zhao Zitong hurriedly put the menu in his arms and said hurriedly: "I said that I invited, and I invited." Waiter, let's get one of each of us for this steak of more than 1,000 yuan. ”

I shook my head helplessly and didn't say anything more.

After the meal was served, Liu Fatzi came back with a smile, moved a chair and squeezed next to me, and whispered in my ear: "Fifth brother, it's a coincidence." Do you know what that foreign's grandfather does? ”

"How do I know?" I glanced at Fat Liu impatiently.

Fat Liu hurriedly made a gesture for me to be quieter, and then continued to whisper to me sneakily: "Do you remember that particularly famous Timur curse? In the Soviet archaeological team that went to Samarkand to open the tomb of the Yuan Dynasty of Timur, there was the grandfather of the foreign lady. ”