Fengtian, Tongluo Lane, Song House

"It's the New Year in the first month, the first day of the new year~"

Song Bo hid from the warm sun in the early morning, picked up the tea tray and hummed a little song, skipped the verandah and knocked on the door of the east courtyard:

"Miss, the morning tea you asked for is here, I'm afraid that you won't eat and be hungry, so I will warm up a few slices of foreign steamed buns sent by the old lady."

"Hahahaha, that's called cheese bread, okay, okay, I've gotten up, send it in."

"Gotcha~"

After receiving the words of the eldest lady, Song Bo walked into the carved door, and Song Siyuan was wearing a nightgown, standing busy in the west study.

He lifted the curtain and walked in, and there was a huge wooden board on the side of the study, which was covered with strange black and white photographs, which were connected by various colored lines, and looked dense and mysterious.

"Miss, you've been back for seven or eight days, and you haven't eaten or slept all day long, just for this thing?"

Although Song Bo was not very literate, seeing that she was so wasteful about sleeping and eating, he still knew that this thing was very important to her, he put down the tea tray, took out the cup and wiped it with a silk cloth.

Fragrant tea into the cup, arouse bursts of sweet warmth!

Song Siyuan turned around and picked up the white porcelain teacup, and nodded at Song Bo, who had gray temples:

"Uncle Song, the codex was lost in that place, fortunately I hung the camera around my neck so that it was not completely destroyed, I have to take advantage of the fact that the memory has not disappeared in the past few days, and quickly sort out the content on the note."

Song Bo thought of her experience, and frowned:

"If you want me to say, Miss, you are golden and noble, you shouldn't go to that barbaric place, when you come back, your body is full of wounds, you said that the old lady will come back in a few days, I want to see you full of wounds, how can I explain."

Song Siyuan shrugged her shoulders and smiled playfully at the old housekeeper:

"Don't worry, Uncle Song, my parents are back, I'll explain to them myself, you just go out, I have to write things out quickly."

"Okay, I won't bother you."

After Song Bo left, Song Siyuan pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table, took out a pen and wrote the title on the yellow silkworm paper:

"Strange news, the late Qing Dynasty bandit Tang Dianrong brewed a shocking tragedy, and the whole family in the ancient town was slaughtered"

A few hours passed, Song Siyuan threw away all distracting thoughts, and concentrated on supplementing what she had seen and heard these days according to historical data, and restored many details of Tang Dianrong's massacre of Wucoffin Town.

When she writes to the fullest, she can even feel the characters in her pen leap onto the page, crying with blood and tears about their tragic experiences.

Boom, Wen Cheng put pen to paper.

She looked at the thick pile of reports in front of her and let out a long breath, which would be the most explosive and in-depth press release of her journalistic career!

"Sister, I've come to see you."

Song Siyuan stretched, Song Qingyang pushed open the door and walked in with the medicine box.

"Why are you here now, didn't I tell you to knock on the door?"

Thinking of Song Qingyang's way of seeing her yawning, Song Siyuan was a little embarrassed.

"The two of us are childhood sweethearts, and it's nothing to see it, I'm here to send you big news!"

Song Qingyang pretended to be mysterious, which aroused Song Siyuan's curiosity, and she walked out of the table and hammered his heart:

"Okay, don't sell it, tell me quickly, this is what my friend asked me to ask."

As soon as Song Qingyang heard her mention Yue Guanchao, he immediately lowered his face and was unhappy:

"You can't be talking about that Mr. Yue, if you had known that it was him, I wouldn't have done it for you."

Song Siyuan narrowed her eyes and looked playful: "You seem to be very dissatisfied with him." ”

"Of course, you don't look at your body, the usual thin skin and tender flesh are now full of wounds."

Song Qingyang didn't wait for her to agree, opened the medicine box and took out bottles and cans: "This is the nutritional product sent by the Northeast Foreign Business Association, and the good white medicine I got for you, it can get better quickly." ”

"Oh, Uncle Song has already prepared these things, hurry up and give me the information I want."

Seeing that Song Siyuan was a little impatient, Song Qingyang hurriedly took out the information bag: "You want me to check Lu Yurong, I will track it down for you, this person is not simple." ”

Song Qingyang took out a photo from the file bag, Song Siyuan took the photo, and the moment she saw her clearly, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Willow leaves with thin eyebrows, light makeup, crystal nose, melon seed face.

The wavy perm is pushed into a modern bun, the bangs are combed to the top of the head, a silver-white camellia is hairpinned up on the sideburns, the beauty face is full of beauty, and a new cheongsam shows off its exquisite figure.

This woman with exquisite makeup has a face that is a thousand times better than ordinary people, and her red lips make her like a peach blossom in spring.

Song Siyuan looked at Song Qingyang: "Why are you giving me a photo of the famous corner of Futang Courtyard?" ”

Song Qingyang's eyes became mysterious, and he nodded helplessly:

"Who is Lu Yurong you are looking for, I didn't find any clue at first, the Northeast has been in turmoil for years, Lu Yurong's information only stayed in his teens, I thought it was long gone, until I saw Lou Yunxian on the "Modern Times" magazine interview, read her own life, I connected her with the little girl in the photo!"

"It can only be said that creation makes people, and it turns out that the famous corner of the pear orchard in the three eastern provinces actually has such a life."

Song Siyuan knew that Song Qingyang was not joking, so she opened the information bag like crazy and began to browse Lou Yunxian's magazine report half a year ago!

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