When Yan Juan finally made the trip, it was already three days later on Friday. Two cousins, Ling Ziwei and Zhang Taiwei, unceremoniously regarded her here as their home, one occupying the guest room and the other occupying the living room.

Yan Juan was also embarrassed to be grandiose and Yan Yixin***, so Yan Yixin rushed back to Yan's old mansion early every day, making Yan Juan depressed.

In the end, even Lu Xiang pushed her to Nanxun and his party: "Although the name is not well known, it is not worse than Wuzhen and Zhouzhuang!" ”

Yan Juan suddenly looked at her ambiguously: "Have you been there?" It seems that you have really been to a lot of places in Zhejiang! ”

"Wow, I'm doing it for your own good!" Lu Xiang glared at her angrily, "If I had known the news of my background, I would have been busy running away." Where is it like you, even when my father wants to come to see you, he has a cold face, so that people only dare to wait for you in Nanxun. ”

"My Mom ......"

"Yes, your mother was heartbroken at the time, but what if it was a misunderstanding? It's so unfair to your dad! ”

Even if it was a misunderstanding, he brought it on himself. Ziwei said, at that time, the 'woman' was given 'medicine', but you don't want to think about it, if he hadn't brought it back to such a strict place as the Ling family, would the 'woman' be able to enter? ”

Lu Xiang naturally believed in his lover, so he was anxious to defend him: "Ziwei also said that the 'woman' and the Ling family are 'friends' in the world, and they can't turn her away." ”

"You don't have to turn away from the 'door', at least you can refuse ***, right?" Yan Juan snorted coldly.

"At that time, I was already 'drugged'......"

"Even if it's a 'friend', she shouldn't be allowed to go into the bedroom! I don't understand, could it be that the atmosphere at that time was more open than it is now? ”

Lu Xiang was speechless, and sighed faintly for a long time: "I don't know, but if I know that there are clues about my relatives, whether he is heinous or not, I want to see him." At least you're luckier than me, you have a mom. Now you know your father's whereabouts, but you don't want to admit it."

What finally made Yan Juan make up his mind was Yan Yixin's words: "Someone said that love and obsession can only last a long time if you are in love and obsession." I think the tragedy of your mother and Ling Qing is probably because they loved too much at that time, so there was no room for it. ”

Since Mom once loved...... That's why she and Yan Yixin sat in Ling Ziwei's car and headed for Nanxun. accompanied by Lu Xiang and Zhang Taiwei.

"Behind yours?" Yan Juan saw in the rearview mirror that behind their car, there were two or three cars of the same style.

"Hmm." Ling Ziwei shrugged.

Once he travels, although he is not a front and back, but there are actually not a lot of people. It's just that it's far away, so that the people who travel with you don't feel the pressure.

On the highway, I soon saw the billboard of "Heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Although they didn't set out late, it was already dusk when they arrived.

Street signs lit up, and photos of Wuzhen flashed outside the car windows. The breath of the past, as if through the dim twilight 'color', emitted a yellowish background 'color' on the heart plate.

"Now Zhouzhuang, Tongli and Wuzhen are all very hot, in fact, Nanxun is no worse than them. Father...... Ah, porphyry, it's actually my aunt who has a unique eye and fell in love with this town more than ten years ago. Yan Juan, you will like it, lazy with a little drunken eyes, exuding a calm and serene atmosphere everywhere, just like the aunt herself. ”

Ling Ziwei's introduction made Yan Juan feel a touch of sadness. In fact, a few years later, Nanxun also became famous. It's just that it hasn't been sought after by travelers yet, so it will retain such serenity.

The road conditions in Nanxun are not very good, unlike many scenic spots built next to the highway. Follow the winding road. All you see along the way is water.

"The water of Nanxun comes from the Tianmu Mountains, which is the Lin'an of Hangzhou. It is said that this was once the border between Wu and Yue, and in the Southern Song Dynasty, the ancient town of Nanxun was officially built, and now it has a history of at least 700 years. Almost all of the 'female' people here can raise silkworms and weave silk, a typical water spirit in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

Yan Juan suddenly remembered that in her mother's diary, she mentioned mountains and rivers many times, as well as the 'female' people who planted mulberry and raised silkworms, but she omitted the place name. It turned out that it was Nanxun.

Her heart moved, and then she was stunned, looking at the white walls and tiles in the night's confusion and the wooden fence eaves, she was a little stupid.

It's not like the night in City A, which is full of lights. The town here, even if it is lit, feels bleak.

Ling Ziwei's road is probably very familiar. While introducing the geographical location of Nanxun Ancient Town in Zhejiang and historical celebrities, he held the steering wheel with one hand and finally stopped in front of a small blue brick building.

Yan Juan felt that her breathing was full of tension, and she had to face the old man, which made her heart beat two beats in a row.

"Don't worry." Yan Yixin's gentle voice made her breathing finally calm down again.

The sweat in the palm of his hand, in his warm palm, conveys a certain encouragement and courage.

"Hmm." She looked at him sideways, her bright eyes, even if it was a dark water town, she couldn't steal his grace.

"Here we are." Not surprisingly, Ling Ziwei raised his voice.

This is a small two-story building with a single courtyard, which is similar to the houses that have been seen along the way, and there is no special 'color'. The two large trees in front of the courtyard are beginning to 'pull' their buds.

"This is a mulberry tree, and in the summer, it will produce mulberries." Ling Ziwei introduced, and the 'door' suddenly opened.

Yan Juan didn't have time to study the trunk of the mulberry tree, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the 'door'. In front of the 'gate' of the courtyard, there was a middle-aged man in a cotton coat, unexpectedly young.

"Daddy." Ling Ziwei's voice was brisk, "I brought some friends over, and of course - sister." ”

This title made Yan Juan shake.

She stubbornly stood where she was, just looking at her titular father through the vast night.

"Wanwan!" He screamed, as light as a 'flower' bud that had not yet bloomed in the early 'spring'.

Yan Juan somewhat understood why his mother was 'fascinated' by him. It's just that such a benchmark posture and such a lingering salutation almost made Yan Juan forget his original intention of not wanting to recognize him.

"I'm ......," she avoided his eager gaze. Obviously so far away, the light is not bright, but his eyes seem to be as bright as stars.

"Come in." Ling Qing's voice stabilized, he had been accustomed to giving orders for a long time, and even though he had retired in this town for a few years, there were still some traces of vicissitudes left.

His dress doesn't show the gangsterism of the underworld. Maybe it's genetics, Ling Ziwei's body can't be seen. When I saw him, I thought he was a sunny boy.

I don't know what's going on, from Ling Ziwei, to Lu Xiang, and Zhang Taiwei, and the large group of people who came behind them, when Yan Juan walked into the middle hall, they were all gone.

When Yan Juan came back to his senses, he saw Ling Qing's kind face under the light, and Yan Yixin, who was always holding him.

"Finally...... See you. It's really good that you're here, I'm so happy. "Ling Qing's look was a little 'excited'.

At this time, it was only then that it became clear that time had left a trail on his face. There are several wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. It's just a resolute chin, and the curvature is still angular. If you look closely, there are also a few gray hairs faintly on the sideburns.

My heart is a little sour, and my mother's hair is no longer left before she dies. It was the result of chemotherapy, and the whole person was so thin that only a little bit of wind remained.

Every time he thought of this, Yan Juan couldn't help but feel resentment towards the man in front of him.

"Wanwan." Ling Qing called her name with obvious caution. He stretched out his hand, perhaps to stroke the 'girl' hair. Yan Juan subconsciously took a step back, and the 'agitation' on his face suddenly faded a lot.

"You really look like your mother......" he sighed shallowly, as if he had crossed the torrent of time.

Like? Yan Juan was a little suspicious.

"In fact, I'm not as good-looking as my mother." She finally spoke, but her voice was cold.

"You're as good-looking as she is." Ling Qing said hurriedly, taking half a step on tiptoe, but quietly retracted it. Just stared at her intently, and kept her arms in a half-extended position.

Yan Yixin always silently held Yan Juan's hand and never left. In fact, if you look at the father and daughter carefully, they are still somewhat similar.

It's just that at this time, Ling Qing would rather have even a single hair left in the appearance of his wife. His greedy gaze fell on Yan Xuan's face, clearly actively looking for traces of the past.

"Is this where Mom used to live?" Yan Juan deflected Ling Qing's warm gaze and began to look at the furnishings of the house.

It's just very simple wooden furniture, and you can see that it's not new.

"These things are the way your mother was when she left, and I haven't changed at all." Ling Qing's sigh came through the air shallowly, but Yan Juan inexplicably gushed out a wave of anger.

"Things are people, nothing is done, no one is left, what's the use of just keeping things?"

"Ah...... It's ......" Ling Qing's face became blurred in Yan Xuan's eyes. The mist made the man in front of him suddenly distance himself.

"I didn't leave her ......" Ling Qing's miserable smile was more ugly than crying. Yan Juan once again turned his gaze away, not daring to meet his gaze again.

He was also old, and the more he looked closely, the more he could see the shallow folds on his skin.

There are some emotions, over the distant mountains and mirror-like lakes, with the breeze falling to the heart. The sudden mess was so painful that Yan Juan couldn't spit out a word for a while.

"Give Yan Juan a little time, we will ...... along the way" Yan Yixin's voice was as gentle as the breeze on a 'spring' day, which made the two people who were in a 'excited' and 'swinging' mood come back to their senses.