What is the evening

Ling Chu did not stay in Fuchun Tower for a long time, and he walked around Antang City with Meizi again, and still sat next to the crowded bluestone street eating peach pastry and drinking peach pastry.

Unfortunately, it is winter now, and there are no green willows on the top of the two of them, and there are not many tourists in front of them. What is shaking on their faces is not the gentle spring breeze.

Lingchu doesn't care, but plums are not good. The delicate and tender little face is slightly red. Lingchu's fingertips surround her, brushing her cheeks across Meizi's cheeks, pulling Meizi with a reminiscence back to Fuchun Tower.

The room was burning with a warm charcoal fire and a thick blanket was covered with chairs.

Wouldn't it be better to eat like this?

Mei Zi kept smiling, looking at her friend's face that seemed to be like ten years and years were unchanging. She felt a little moved and happy.

Back then, Ling Chu asked herself if she wanted to leave together, but she refused.

Nowadays, plums' fingers pass through the silky fur and soft underwear, smelling the shallow fragrance, and all the thoughts lingering in their hearts are gone.

There is no if in this world.

She is content with her life now.

Three days later, Lingchu left Antang City.

This time, the ones watching her leave were plum and Huangli.

Holding the cold porcelain bottle in her hand, Mei Zi felt a sense of sorrow inexplicably. This time she met, perhaps the last time they met in their lives.

For some reason, Mei Zi felt this way.

He came to Antang City from thousands of miles away and returned to Fuchun Tower. He wanted to meet Ling Chu, who was Huanniang. When he learned that Huanniang and Uncle He had traveled all over the world, his heart suddenly felt clear and quiet.

When he left, there were two more things in Lingchu's storage bracelet, both things were life cards.

One is from Huanniang, and the other is from Uncle He.

This is what Huanniang left at Huangliu. Huangli was able to buy Fuchunlou and become Fuchunlou's mother. In fact, Huanniang also had the help of Huanniang.

Therefore, Huangli has a very complicated relationship with Huanniang.

The jealousy and yearning when I was young, and the gratitude and envy now are intertwined into a mess.

The life card is closely related to the life and death of the life card owner. Once the life card owner dies, the life card will break and will also point out the place where the life card owner will leave in the end.

This is what Uncle He left for Ling Chu to see them for the last time in the future.

Or, it is left to Lingchu's thoughts.

Above the wide official road, the cold wind is rustling. The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is cold and the pedestrians on the road are covered tightly. The carriages traveling from south to north are also wrapped in thick cloth curtains to block the cold wind that is everywhere.

The girl who didn't want to look too different was elegant in her green dress, wearing a silver cloak, and a snow-white fur hood covered most of her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a soft 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 rosy lips slightly raised.

Goodbye, Antangcheng.

Goodbye, Fuchunlou.

Ling Chu whispered secretly in his heart.

Turning around, his slim figure never turned back, stepped on the snow without secluded, and left the city step by step.

Since Tao Yuancheng experienced that earthquake, seven or eight out of ten casualties were killed or injured.

Ten years have passed, and a brand new city has risen from the ground, still full of laughter and joy, and people have never changed.

The girl in the green skirt walked through every street in Taoyuan City, but she felt that she was full of strangers.

An old willow tree by the river has vigorous branches and is bare in winter.

Next to the willow tree, a shop was emitting a boiling hot water, which was very lively.

The girl in the green skirt paused and her eyes fell on the flying flags, with six big words written on it.

Su's breakfast shop.

A father and son surrounded the white apron.

The older one is nearly forty years old, with gray temples, bright blue headscarf, clean hands, and neatly trimmed nails.

The young man, who was only twelve or twelve years old, also wore a blue turban and greeted the guests enthusiastically.

Ling Chu stopped, turned his body, and finally sat in an empty seat.

The boy hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said loudly, "What do guests eat? Our Su family's wontons and buns are the best in Taoyuan City."

"A dish of vegetarian assorted buns, a bowl of wontons."

The boy responded neatly, turned around and shouted loudly, "A plate of vegetarian buns, a bowl of wontons."

The middle-aged man also responded loudly, and quickly put eight fat white wontons into the steaming soup base.

After gently stirring the soup twice, the middle-aged man picked up the bamboo grate, picked up a snow-white bun and put it into the plate.

But for a moment, the young man put his head on the table.

"Customer, use it slowly."

The sixteen folds of buns are white and soft, and the clear soup is green green onion with round white and fat wontons. The small celadon bowl is very clean.

I took up a wonton and took a bite. The rich soup splashed in my mouth, with thin skin and rich filling, fragrant, smooth and tender.

Take another bite of vegetarian and assorted buns. The soft dough is sweet and the strong and juicy filling is extremely fragrant.

One bite after another, and soon, the celadon dishes were clean.

After the boy greeted a guest again, he turned his head and saw that the dishes in front of Ling Chu were clean. He was a little dazed in an instant. This girl was eating so fast.

He raised his hand and signaled that Ling Chu took out the copper coin and placed it on the table.

The boy reached out to take it, looked at the guest subconsciously, and said, "Come again next time."

“It’s delicious, just like that.”

The boy looked blankly at the girl who looked up and smiled at him, and felt that the eyes were like spring flowers blooming.

What a beautiful girl, is this from their Taoyuancheng? Why has he never seen her before?

When I came to my senses, the girl in front of me was gone, leaving only the copper coins in my hand and the especially clean dishes on the table.

The boy packed up the dishes again, thinking to himself that this girl was eating so clean.

Unexpectedly, the father and son who lost their wife and mother would choose to open an exact store here.

The taste was very similar, but no one smiled anymore, and he added two more wontons to her with cheerfulness.

Taoyuan Mountain outside Taoyuan City.

On Taoyuan Mountain, Taoyuan Temple, which was incense-prosperous in the past, has been replaced with a new Taoist temple.

The small Taoist temple on the back mountain has long been dilapidated.

A small village at the foot of the mountain, Wujia Village.

Because of Uncle He's help back then, not many people were injured. Now, the people in the village have become more and more lively.

When Lingchu came to the village, Wujia Village was holding a banquet, and Sister Li's eldest son.

The young man, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, was wearing big red clothes and sat on a mule tied with big red silk flowers, full of energy and joy.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Sister Li, who was no longer young, smiled and her cheeks were red.

Ling Chu, who was standing behind the tree, smiled gently and tapped the earth with his toes.

A breeze blew, and in winter, the dark pink and light purple and dark green flowers and plants quietly bloomed a whole road of joy.

Chen Rong and his son are no longer in Wujia Village.

Chen State is not big, but not young, and many people who met when they were young are hard to find traces.

All things in the world, fate is the most difficult to describe.

In winter, Ling Chu traveled all the places he wanted to go, and in spring, Ling Chu embarked on his real way back.
Chapter completed!