Lingchu didn't stay in Fuchun Tower for long. He and Meizi walked around Antang City again, and still sat on the busy Qingshi Street eating peach cakes and drinking peach wine.
Unfortunately, it is winter now, there are no green willows hanging above their heads, there are not many tourists in front of them, and the warm spring breeze blowing on their faces is not.
Lingchu didn't care, but Meizi couldn't. Her delicate and tender little face was slightly red from the shave. Lingchu's fingertips were surrounded by spiritual energy, brushing Meizi's cheek, and pulling Meizi back to Fu Fu with a face full of memories. Spring Tower.
There was a warm coal fire burning in the room, and the chairs were covered with thick blankets.
Wouldn't it be better to eat like this?
Meizi kept smiling, looking at her friend's face that seemed to be the same for ten years, and the years could not change, she felt a little sad and a little happy in her heart.
Back then, Lingchu asked herself if she wanted to leave together, but she refused.
Now Meizi's fingers brushed through the silky fur and soft underwear, smelling the light fragrance, and all the lingering thoughts in her heart disappeared.
There are no ifs in this world.
Today, she is content.
Three days later, Lingchu left Antang City.
This time, it was Meizi and Oriole who watched her leave.
Holding the cold porcelain bottle in her hand, Mei Zi felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. This meeting might be the last time they would meet in this life.
I don’t know why, but Meizi feels like this.
Lingchu, who traveled thousands of miles to Antang City and returned to Fuchun Tower, wanted to meet Huan Niang. When he learned that Huan Niang and Uncle He were traveling around the world, his heart suddenly became clear and quiet.
When he left, there were two more things in Lingchu's storage bracelet, both of which were life cards.
One belongs to Huan Niang, and the other belongs to Uncle He.
This was what Huan Niang left with Oriole. Oriole was able to buy Fuchun House and become Fuchun House's mother. In fact, Huan Niang also helped.
Therefore, Oriole has very complicated feelings towards Huanniang.
The jealousy and yearning of my youth, and the gratitude and envy now, are intertwined into a mess.
Life cards are closely related to the life and death of the owner of the life card. Once the owner of the life card dies, the life card will be broken into pieces and will also point out the place where the owner of the life card last left.
This is what Uncle He left to Lingchu for the last time he saw them in the future.
In other words, a thought is left to Lingchu.
On the broad official road, the cold wind howled. The winter in the south of the Yangtze River was bone-chillingly cold. Pedestrians on the road were covered tightly, and the carriages going south and north were also wrapped in thick curtains to block the all-pervasive cold. wind.
The girl who didn't want to look too different was dressed elegantly in green clothes, wearing a silver-white cloak. The snow-white fur hood covered most of her eyebrows, only revealing her softly curved jaw, and her skin was warm and delicate.
Looking back at the city that was still tender and wanton even in winter, the girl's red lips slightly raised.
Goodbye, Antang City.
Goodbye, Fuchun Tower.
Lingchu whispered secretly in his heart.
Turning around, the graceful figure never looked back, leaving the city step by step without leaving a trace in the snow.
Since Tao Yuancheng experienced the earthquake, seven out of ten people were killed or injured.
Ten years have passed, and a brand new city has been built. It is still full of laughter and laughter, and people come and go as if nothing has changed.
The girl in the green skirt walked through every street in Taoyuan City, but she felt that everything she saw was unfamiliar.
There is an old willow tree by the river with strong branches, but it is completely bare in the winter.
Next to the willow tree, a shop was filled with steam and gurgling hot water, making it very lively.
The girl in the green skirt paused and her eyes fell on the fluttering flag, with six large characters written on it.
Su's shop early.
Wearing white aprons are a father and son.
The older one, nearly forty years old, has gray hair on his temples and wears a bright blue scarf. His hands are clean and his nails are neatly manicured.
The young one, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, also wearing a blue headscarf, was greeting the guests enthusiastically.
Lingchu stopped, turned around, and finally sat on an empty seat.
The young man hurriedly came forward to greet us and said loudly, "What should our guests eat? Our Su family's wontons and steamed buns are the best in Tao Yuancheng."
"A plate of vegetarian steamed buns and a bowl of wontons."
The young man responded neatly, turned around and shouted loudly, "A plate of plain assorted steamed buns and a bowl of wontons."
The middle-aged man responded loudly and quickly poured eight fat white wontons into the steaming soup.
After gently stirring the soup twice, the middle-aged man picked up the bamboo grate, picked up a snow-white bun and put it on the plate.
Within a moment, what Lingchu ordered was placed firmly on the table by the young man.
"Sir, please use it with ease."
The sixteen-fold wrinkled buns are white and soft, and in the clear soup, there are green onion segments accompanied by round white fat wontons, and the small celadon bowl is extremely clean.
I picked up a wonton and took a bite. The rich soup splashed in my mouth. The skin was thin and filled with lots of fillings. It was fragrant, smooth and tender.
Take another bite of the vegetarian assorted buns. The soft dough is sweet and the fillings are chewy and juicy.
One bite after another, and soon, the celadon dishes were all clean.
After serving a guest again, the young man turned around and saw that the dishes in front of Lingchu were clean. He felt a little dazed for a moment. This girl ate really fast.
Raising his hand to signal, Lingchu took out the copper coins and put them on the table.
The young man reached out to take it, looked at the guest subconsciously, and said, "The guest will come again next time."
"It's delicious, just like it did back then."
The young man stared blankly at the girl who raised her head and smiled at him, feeling as if spring flowers were blooming in front of him.
What a beautiful girl, is this from their Tao Yuan City? Why has he never seen it before?
When he came back to his senses, the girl in front of him had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the copper coins in his hand and the exceptionally clean dishes on the table.
The young man put away the dishes blankly again, thinking in his mind, this girl eats really cleanly.
Unexpectedly, the father and son who lost their wife and mother would choose to reopen an identical store here.
The taste was very similar, but no one smiled and cheerfully gave her two more wontons.
Taoyuan Mountain outside Taoyuan City.
On Taoyuan Mountain, the Taoyuan Temple, which was very popular in the past, has been replaced by a new Taoist temple.
The small Taoist temple in the back mountain has long been dilapidated.
A small village at the foot of the mountain, Wujiacun.
Because of Uncle He's help back then, not many people were injured. Now, the people in the village have multiplied and become more and more lively.
When Lingchu came to the village, Wujiacun was hosting a banquet for Sister-in-law Li's eldest son.
A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in bright red, was sitting on a mule tied with bright red silk flowers. He was full of energy and beaming with joy.
At the entrance of the small courtyard, Sister-in-law Li, who was no longer young, smiled with her cheeks red.
Lingchu, who was standing behind the tree, smiled softly and tapped the ground with his toes.
A breeze blew by, and in the winter, dark pink, light red, light purple and dark green flowers and plants bloomed silently along a whole wedding path.
Shen Rong, mother and son, are no longer in Wujiacun.
Chen State is not big, but it is not small either. Many people who knew each other when they were young are no longer traceable.
The fate of all things in the world is most difficult to describe.
In the winter, Lingchu traveled everywhere he wanted to go, and in the spring, Lingchu embarked on the real journey home.
