"Hello." Wen Zixian's cold voice without any emotion came from the phone.

Wen Rou herself is not a warm and warm person, and she has no discomfort with this voice: "Mr. Wen, do you have a boss who does infrastructure business over there?" Interested in investing in construction in Xu Ya? ”

There was obviously a stirring spirit over there: "Wen Rou?!" Where did you go? Wen Zixian's voice was almost hysterical, and even slightly changed his voice.

"What are you yelling at? I don't owe you any money! Wen Rou rubbed her ears, very dissatisfied with this guy's roar.

"Where do you say you are?"

"Xu Ya."

"What are you doing there?"

"According to Chinese law, I have personal freedom, where do you care about me?"

"No, I'm not arguing with you right now. What about my mother's letter to me? Wen Zixian asked eagerly.

"Didn't you throw it in the trash?"

"I know I know, I was wrong, can you give me back the letter you picked up from the trash?" Wen Zixian's tone was eager and expectant.

Wen Rou pulled the backpack next to her, opened and rummaged through Wen Zixian's mother's letter, but did not find it.

Beanzi's voice rang out: "Rourou, that kind of letter will not remain in the world, and when the task is completed, it will disappear." ”

Wen Rou stopped her hand and said to her phone, "I lost it." ”

"How can you lose it? It was a letter from my mom to me, and she must have paid a lot of money...... You know, my memories of this are fading away so fast that I try not to forget them, but the contents of my mother's letters are still blurry, and even if I write them down, I can't remind me of the memories. I felt like my memory was being revised, and I was going to forget about the time my mom had written to me from another world to find someone to help me. Please tell me, what price did my mother pay to get you to help me? How was my mom in that world? Is she doing well? ”

Wen Rou was silent, what is the most terrible thing in the world? It's not what happened to look like, it's the memory of what happened that is modified.

Li Ziming's memory has been completely modified, and he no longer remembers the longing and reluctance of his wife's letter from another world.

Wen Zixian's memory is being modified, and the rules of time and space will be constantly revised to fill in all the loopholes.

"I'm just a small courier, only responsible for delivering letters, and I don't know anything about the world over there, and I can't do anything about it." Wen Rou couldn't help.

"Am I going to be like Li Ziming, who will completely forget everything my mother did for me?" Wen Zixian's voice was depressed and sad.

"......" Wen Rou didn't know how to answer.

Wen Zixian gave himself the answer: "In front of the rules of time and space, my memory is too small. If you had the opportunity to communicate with that world, could you help me ask me about my mom and how she was doing? ”

Wen Rou said: "I can help you ask if I have a chance, but when I speak, will you believe it?" ”

Wen Zixian was silent for a long time, yes, when Wen Rou first showed him his mother's letter, he didn't believe it either, he also regarded her as a liar and threw his mother's letter in the trash.

Wen Zixian's endless frustration turned into silence, a long silence.

The most anxious is Hassan, the international call is very expensive, and his phone bill is about to be gone.

"Sister, okay? Can your friends come to invest in Xu Ya? ”

Wen Rou glanced at Hassan and said into the phone: "Okay, you should know very well what your mother wants the most, whether you remember what she did for it or not, she will be happy." ”

"Uh-huh!" Wen Zixian nodded vigorously, sobbing sounded on the phone, and snot hung on his nose.

"That's it, I still have something to do here on Xu Ya's side, I met a friend named Hassan here, he wants to cooperate with Huaxia's company, if you have any business to do with this side, or have friends with business to do with this side, you can contact this mobile phone number."

"Okay." Wen Zixian promised, "If you return to China, tell me, and I will go to you." ”

What are you looking for me? Do you want me to give you two a wedding companion? We have a small number of people in the north, but I don't want to follow your amount. "Okay, I'll talk about it when I get back." Besides, this task is completed, I don't know if it's the Year of the Monkey.

Wen Rou hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Hassan: "I contacted a friend, just the number just now, you remember, he is doing business in Huaxia Magic Capital, if you can, you can cooperate." ”

Hassan respectfully took the phone: "Thank you, thank you very much." ”

At night, Wen Rou and the three of them lived upstairs, and Hassan lived downstairs.

One night I heard that many people had come to visit Hassan, some of whom wanted to do business with him, and that his money had been put on goods, and that he had been robbed by pirates, and then he returned in disappointment.

Some invited him to join certain organizations, and some approached him to raise donations......

This country is not big, there are really many forces, each force is seeking its own interests, no one thinks about the future of this country, and no one cares about the life and death of civilians.

At this time, Wen Rou suddenly thanked Grandpa Mao very much.

When he stood at the head of Orange Island and watched the Xiangjiang River go north, although he was young and fierce, he had the world in his heart.

Without his guidance, turning the tide, and reversing the wheel of China's history, the intricate forces of China, the lives of the common people would be even more difficult.

Thanks to Grandpa Mao, thank us for the Confucian culture of worrying about the country and the people, and thank us for the Taoist culture of chivalry and righteousness. This cultural gene engraved in the bones of our nation will always allow us to give birth to great figures at critical moments, turn things around, and save the periphery.

Early the next morning, Wen Rou and the three of them were going north to find a good time.

Hassan is very reluctant, and his heart is also reluctant, after all, these people are not ordinary people.

But he really didn't dare to go to the northern conflict zone, where the opposition kept pulling people and grabbing territory.

Qin Qingtian hired a car to take the three of them to the northern region, on the way refugees, troops, blown bridges and roads, and ruined villages......

Fortunately, the driver was found by Hassan, who was very familiar with the road conditions, and almost did not pause, and drove north.

In the evening, the driver parked the car in a small town and said: "This is Kra Town, and further north is the opposition-controlled area, I dare not go over, you can rest in the town for the night, and you can go by yourself tomorrow." ”

Then they stayed together in a hotel in the town.

On the first floor of the small inn is a bar, where many military men drink and have fun.

The two oriental faces of Wen Rou and Qin Qingtian, coupled with the beautiful fish-man princess, immediately attracted the attention of the entire small bar.