There is no such thing as a never-ending banquet, and when they arrived here they were already about to set off. Yue Guanchao and the others packed up their things and drove the carriage out of the inn.
On the plank road, Xu Xiake and Ren Kongque saw each other off. Yue Guanchao looked at Xu Xiake: "Brother Xu, how about you follow us back to Fengtian? From now on, you can follow us to eat and drink!"
"Eating well and drinking hot food? Brother-in-law, have you forgotten that I am from Fanchuan? If I don't look for you, I can still live well and drink hot food. Master Yunyang asked me to travel around the world. I have to continue to do chivalry. This is mine alone. My practice has nothing to do with anyone, I will see you again soon."
Xu Xiake clasped his hands for a moment, and continued southward to Sichuan and Sichuan. After he left, everyone bid farewell to Ren Peacock and galloped on the mountain road. When they left Xijing, it was already past New Year's Eve. They traveled by land and water all the way, rushing Returned to Fengtian successfully ten days later.
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Northeast, Fengtian City, Tonggu Lane
When Yue Guanchao and the others returned to Fengtian, it was already mid-January. Spring had returned slightly in other places, but Fengtian had just reached its coldest period. Although there were fewer snowflakes, the temperature did not rise. No matter how bright the sun was, there was only a cold wind. Biting to the bone, unable to feel the heat.
They returned home too late. Song Zhencheng and his wife waited for a few days, but they had already taken the ferry back to the West before they could wait. Song Siwei was still not at home. Apart from a few servants, only Uncle Song and Hua Ling were left in the huge Song residence. , the two of them hid in the warm house and hurried to greet them when they came back.
"Uncle Song, if we don't come back for two months, your face will become fatter."
Yue Guanchao looked at Uncle Song. He looked like a cat all day long in the winter, and was obviously a little more mellow than in summer. These words made Uncle Song feel embarrassed and said with a smile: "Mr. Yue, please don't cancel us. My wife has prepared so much." Things, but if I don’t see you come back, it’s all a benefit to me and Hua Ling.”
"Oh, by the way, a few private messages were just sent a few days ago. I thought they were either the lady's or yours, so I put them all away."
After Uncle Song 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. The photos were of different sizes and involved different people. They all gathered around and stared at the photos.
"It's brothers Yu Bo and Ma Chang!"
Yue Guanchao looked at the photos. One of the photos was black and white and gray, about the size of a palm. The photo showed a new temple that had been roofed and windows were built. Yu Bo and Ma Chang were wearing heavy cotton-padded jackets and standing in front of the camera holding a shovel, looking honest and content.
Song Siyuan looked at the photo and said with emotion: "If you think about it, half a year has passed. This temple has finally been built. Those babies we found in the cave have probably been moved to Baiying Temple now."
Then, she opened another photo, which showed Tang Dayang and Tang Daqin.
When they transferred to Xijing, the rickshaws had just been reserved and had not yet been shipped from other provinces. A month later, the rickshaws were finally ready.
Observe carefully, you can see that the rickshaw behind the two people has been oiled, and even the black and white color looks shiny and new. The people in the refugee area are squatting or standing, all wearing sheepskin jackets and white turbans, and their faces no longer have the expression of bitterness and hatred. , the joy comes from the photo.
This is probably the happy look that comes from looking forward to the future.
They continued to open the envelope, and the last letter came from Hangzhou. In the photo, masters and apprentices Lou Yunxian and Lou Wenliang were standing by the broken bridge, with the water of Xihu behind them and a boat swimming.
"West Lake? Lou Yunxian went to West Lake?"
When they left, Lou Yunxian was still at Fengtian Theater, and Song Siyuan was still thinking about chatting with Boss Xian, but she felt extremely disappointed when she saw that she went to Hangzhou.
Uncle Song knew that she was not at home during this period, so he 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 movie. From now on, he would be in Hangzhou. I have settled in the city, and I heard that even in Haicheng’s ten-mile foreign market, people are looking for her to send performances.”
People of Song Bo's age generally like to add a foreign word in front of imported products. For example, imported bicycles are called foreign cars, imported soaps are called foreign alkali, imported oil lamps are called foreign lamps, and imported people are definitely called foreigners.
In the same way, movies from the West are definitely called foreign dramas.
According to Uncle Song, Lou Yunxian should have developed into the film industry. Her change was also expected by Song Siyuan: in recent years, more and more imported movies have been introduced in Haicheng, and many people have given up going to the movies instead. If she wants to take her career to the next level, she must join the film industry. If she stays in an industry that is gradually declining, she can see the ceiling at a glance.
"Miss, then you don't plan to leave again this time!"
Uncle Song asked cautiously. Song Siyuan carefully considered the meaning of the words. She could tell at a glance that she was conveying a message to some people. At present, her parents never cared about her. Song Siwei was too lazy to care about her. What she really wanted her to stay was probably to leave Song Qingyang. .
"Uncle Song, Song Qingyang wants to come to ask questions. Why did he ask you to send me a message? He didn't come over to ask questions face to face."
Old Man Song saw that Song Siyuan already knew what he was thinking, so he no longer hid it from him: "Don't worry, I'm reaching out to hit the smiling man. Master Ren also cares about you. Didn't he ask me to ask you specifically?"
"Uncle Song, please ask Song Qingyang to come. I happen to want to see him too."
After saying that, Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanchao. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding. They originally wanted to investigate the matter of the tiger charm, so how could they let go of the helper so easily.
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