I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown.
The slender girl with snow-skinned black hair and green gauze stood quietly on the bow of the boat, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers along the way, winding and receding like a splash-ink landscape painting.
The small town in the distance has come into view.
Antang City, Fuchun Tower.
I don’t know how everyone is doing now. Does Huan Niang still like to lean on the window sill and watch the scenery? Is Meizi still making noises? Is Oriole still a singer in Fuchun Tower?
And the old man, Uncle He, who never knew his whereabouts after they were separated that year...
Is the old man still looking for a drink? Has Uncle He found his original intention?
And Shen Rong’s mother and son, counting the time, Shen Rong’s sister’s child should be over ten years old now, right?
By the way, there is also the chivalrous but cunning wealthy businessman, the two children rescued by Lingchu, the villagers at the foot of Taoyuan Mountain, the people of Taoyuan City...
If you think about it carefully, it turns out that she has so many connections with the world.
Lingchu thought in a daze.
The exquisite boat nimbly followed the river and sailed directly into the inland dock of Antang City.
There are several docks in Antang City, but generally speaking, there are two types, one is the dock outside the city, and the other is the dock inside the city.
The boat Lingchu took this time was a boat belonging to the official family, and it had the qualification to sail directly into the inner city.
Relatively speaking, it is much more convenient.
Especially going to Fuchun Tower.
Ten miles of flowers and rivers of lights are like daylight, this is not just talk.
Most of the flower streets in Antang City are close to the water, and there is a painting boat set up on the flower river, with lanterns hanging every night. One boat after another, the river water reflects the lanterns on the water, and the interaction between them is extremely brilliant.
It seems like the stars are reflected in the river water.
And by the same river, although it is not the same river, there is an intersection.
After getting off the dock in the inner city, take a small boat with a black awning on the river, and then you can follow the river to the Flower River, which is known as the Ten Miles of Flower River Sales Treasury.
Lingchu sat on the boat again, listening to the familiar lyrics and music of minor tunes along the coast, holding his chin and showing a nostalgic smile.
The young woman holding the wooden oar looked curiously at the thinly dressed guest, with deep curiosity in her heart.
Eight out of ten people who come to Antang City have to take a trip to the Huahe River to take a look at the grand scene. Although the young woman is a woman, she has long been accustomed to sending guests to the Huahe River.
It's not that I haven't seen women going to Huahe. It's just that most women will disguise themselves a little to cover up, either to meet people or to catch people. It's not surprising.
However, it is really rare to be so generous and go directly to Huahe wearing women's clothing.
What's more, the boat girl's exposed hands were blown by the biting cold wind, and were all red, and her nails were glowing with a light purple.
It was obviously very cold. After all, it was very cold in Antang City in the dead of winter.
But Lingchu was wearing only a thin dress, but it was such a thin dress. The girl's snow-white cheeks were still pure white, her lips were rosy, and her fingers were nimble. The boat girl looked at it several times. There are many doubts in my heart, why is it not cold?
Moreover, is this girl going to Huahe to see something, beauties? Isn’t that just a matter of looking in the mirror?
Furthermore, it is still broad daylight, and there is no one who is still in charge of the boat on the river of flowers. The girls are still comfortable and happy in their warm quilts. Who will open the door? ?
However, these were not things that the boat girl should worry about. Lingchu paid the boat fare and was sent to the bank of the Huahe River where Fuchun Tower was located.
The boat girl collected the shipping fee and delivered it, and the business was settled.
During the day, the girls were still resting, and it was a cold season. The street where Fuchun Tower was located was deserted, and no one wanted to come out.
A familiar person came to the back door of Fuchun Building, stood on tiptoes, and tentatively dug through the small hole in the wall, and felt a touch of coldness on his fingertips.
Sure enough, Mrs. Chen, who is in charge of the key to the back door, loves to keep a key. This key is secretly hidden by Mrs. Chen, so that she can open the back door in case she accidentally loses the key one day and avoid being made trouble by the managers in the building. punishment.
This is what Lingchu accidentally learned. Meizi, who lives in the same room, has a good relationship with the dining room. Meizi knows everything about the big and small affairs in the dining room, including of course the matter of Mrs. Chen secretly hiding the key.
It seems that Mrs. Chen has not left Fuchun Tower yet.
Opening the small door, Lingchu walked into the familiar backyard. He looked at the scattered flowers and trees along the way. It was obviously winter, but still as beautiful as spring, and he smiled softly.
It’s been ten years, and I don’t know how everyone is doing.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lingchu closed his eyes, and his consciousness slowly flowed out.
The first thing I saw were plums.
She was already in her twenties and was in her prime. Her pretty face was flushed from sleep. She was wrapped in a thick brocade quilt and slept soundly.
That is the residence of the hustleman in the building. The hustleman does not sell his body but his art.
Meizi, have you chosen this path? That's fine.
Immediately afterwards, Lingchu saw strange faces again. Ten years was enough for this place that relied on young capital to change batches of people.
Oriole!
Lingchu's spiritual consciousness stopped in the innermost room on the second floor of Fuchun Building. The woman was lying lazily on a beauty chair covered with thick fur. The light smoke was rising from the gilt-patterned incense burner with flowers and birds. The woman with beautiful features was well-maintained. There was a happy smile on the extremely careful face, and the fingers of his hands were moving quickly, and the abacus in his hands was carefully calculated, making a crackling sound.
This is Fuchunlou’s mother’s residence.
Oriole, turned out to be Fuchunlou's mother?
The look on Lingchu's face showed surprise for the first time.
With Oriole's temperament, she really didn't expect that she would stay in the building and become a mother.
For an older girl, it would be best if she had a benefactor to redeem her body. Otherwise, she would have to rely on the money she had worked so hard to save to redeem herself.
Because of their age and affection, when a woman in the building reaches a certain age, the amount of money she needs to redeem her life will be reduced appropriately.
But if you want to be the mother of Fuchunlou, you must not only have outstanding looks, but also have a lot of money to buy it.
Oriole can't save money at all. He is a generous master. Being able to save money to redeem himself is extremely rare. Don't think too much about other things.
Withdrawing his consciousness from the Oriole Room, Lingchu slowly extended his consciousness to the uppermost room of Fuchun Tower.
There is a place where only Fuchun Loutoupai can live.
His consciousness paused at the door of the room, and Lingchu had a rare hesitation. However, this hesitation was no match for his thoughts, and his consciousness cautiously entered.
Everything in the house looked so familiar, as if nothing had changed in the past ten years.
The windows facing the sparkling river were tightly closed.
Inside, there was no one.
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