There is no banquet in the world, and when they arrived here, they were already about to set off, Yue Guanchao and they sorted out their things and drove the carriage out of the post station.

On the plank road, Xu Xiake and Ren Peacock saw each other all the way, Yue Guanchao looked at Xu Xiake: "Brother Xu, otherwise, you follow us back to Fengtian, and you will follow us to eat and drink spicy food in the future!" ”

"Eat and drink spicy? Brother Yue, have you forgotten that I am from Fan Chuan, I don't look for you, I also eat and drink spicy, Master Yunyang told me to travel all over the world, and I have to continue to practice chivalry and righteousness, this is my cultivation alone, it has nothing to do with anyone, and I will see you in the future. ”

Xu Xiake waved his hand for a moment, one person, one horse and one sword continued to go south to Sichuan and Shu, and after he left, everyone said goodbye to Ren Peacock, and galloped on the mountain road, when they went out of Xijing, it was already past Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve, all the way by land and water, and returned to Fengtian smoothly after ten days.

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Northeast, Fengtian City, Tonggu Lane

When Yue Guanchao and they returned to Fengtian, it was already the middle of January, and other places had a slight rejuvenation, but Fengtian had just reached the coldest time, although the snowflakes were decreasing, the temperature did not rise, no matter how big the sun was, they only felt that the cold wind was biting, and they could not feel the heat.

They returned home too late, Song Zhencheng and his wife waited for a few days, they really couldn't wait for them to take the ferry back to the West, Song Siwei was still not at home, except for a few servants in the huge Song house, only Song Bo and Hua Ling were left, the two hid in the warm house, and when they saw them coming back, they hurriedly greeted them.

"Uncle Song, we haven't come back for two months, and your face is still fat."

Yue Guanchao looked at Uncle Song, the winter is all day long, obviously a little more mellow than in summer, this caused Song Bo to be embarrassed, and sneered: "Mr. Yue, don't cancel us, the old lady has prepared so many things, but I don't see you coming back, it's all cheap for me and Hualing." ”

"Oh, by the way, there are a few private messages that were just sent a few days ago, and I think it's either Miss or yours, so I'll put them all away."

After Song Bo finished speaking, he took out a few brand-new envelopes from the drawer.

Song Siyuan took the envelope and opened it, there were several photos inside, these photos were of different sizes, and the people involved were also different, and they all gathered around to stare at the photos.

"It's Brother Yubo and Ma Chang!"

Yue Guanchao looked at the photos, one of the photos was black and white gray, about the size of a palm, the photo was a new temple that had been capped and windows, Yu Bo and Ma Chang were wearing heavy cotton jackets, standing in front of the camera with shovels, looking honest and satisfied.

Song Siyuan looked at the photo and sighed: "Thinking about it carefully, half a year has passed, this temple has finally been built, and the babies we found in the cave at the beginning are estimated to have been moved into the Hundred Babies Temple." ”

Then, she opened another photo, in which Tang Dayang and Tang Daqin were shown.

When they transferred to Xijing, those cars had just been booked and had not yet been transported from other provinces, and after a month, they were finally equipped with rickshaws.

Observe carefully, the rickshaw behind the two people has been oiled, even if the black and white color can feel shiny and new, the people in the displaced areas are squatting or standing, all wearing sheepskin jackets and white turbans, there is no longer bitterness and hatred on their faces, and joy comes from the photos.

This is probably the color of joy when there is hope for the future.

They continued to open the envelope, and the last letter came from Hangzhou, in the photo, Lou Yunxian and Lou Wenliang master and apprentice stood by the broken bridge, behind them Xihu water shimmering, boating and swimming.

"West Lake? Lou Yunxian went to West Lake? ”

When they left, Lou Yunxian was still in the Fengtian Theater, and Song Siyuan was still thinking about talking to Boss Xian, but seeing that she went to Hangzhou, she was extremely disappointed.

Song Bo knew that she was not at home during this time, and explained: "Miss, you may not know the news if you are not in Fengtian, Futang Theater held a press conference a few years ago, saying that Boss Xian was going to film a foreign drama, and he would settle in Hangzhou in the future. ”

People of Song Bo's age generally like to add a foreign word in front of imported products, such as imported bicycles are called foreign cars, imported soaps are called foreign alkalis, imported oil lamps are called foreign lamps, and imported people must be called foreigners.

In the same way, the movies that come from the West must be called foreign dramas.

According to Song Bo's meaning, Lou Yunxian should have developed into the film industry, and her change was also expected by Song Siyuan: Over the years, Haicheng has introduced more and more imported movies, and many people have given up watching dramas and going to the movies instead.

"Miss, then you don't plan to leave again this time!"

Song Bo asked cautiously, Song Siyuan carefully pondered the meaning of the words, and she could taste it as soon as she was saying for some people, but now her parents never cared about her, Song Siwei was too lazy to care about her, and what she really wanted to leave was Song Qingyang.

"Uncle Song, he Song Qingyang wants to come and ask, why did he ask you to come and send me a message, he didn't come over and ask in person."

Old man Song saw that Song Siyuan had already known his thoughts, so he no longer hid it from him: "Don't mind, don't stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, the young master also cares about you, didn't you specifically ask me to ask you." ”

"Uncle Song, you call Song Qingyang to come, I just want to see him too."

After speaking, Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanchao, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they had a tacit understanding, they already wanted to check the matter of the tiger talisman, how could the helper who was in the mouth let it go easily.

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