"They came here to talk to you?"

"We've talked about it. People are coming one after another these days. This place is originally an old city. In fact, I had expected it to be demolished. The people in the alleys are tired of living there. The conditions you opened in Lufang are so good. They wish they could move as soon as possible.

When you move into a community, the more you demolish it, the more money you get, and everyone expects to make a fortune."

"Do you want to move?"

"I won't tell you lies, I don't want to. I don't want to leave here. My parents opened a shop here, and most of my life has passed since I came here. I have never left Yuxi Lane. It's not that my shop has moved.

I'm afraid that there will be fewer customers, but old customers will still find new places to go. I just can't bear to leave this place. Do you understand what I mean by this, dad?"

"I understand, I can't bear to part with you either."

Lu Yan went back and looked outside: "I grew up in this place, and I am familiar with every plant and tree here. I always feel that if it is demolished, I will lose something. When my mother died, she left nothing behind, so I thought

I want to at least keep this house and leave some traces for her. However, due to urban modernization planning, this place is too old and this road is unavoidable and I have no choice."

"Yes, you and Xiaoyan liked to come to my place to play and listen to dad tell stories when they were little. In fact, the stories dad told are all old jokes. You two children are also strange. You have heard it so many times and you don't even think about it.

greasy."

“Dad’s story is so well told, it’s like watching a performance, and it’s endlessly memorable.”

"I still remember the story I told you the most. During the war, my parents rescued an Eighth Route Army soldier. At that time, the Japanese came to search for people from time to time. They hid the person in a wine vat, and that person was relying on us.

The sorghum wine at home makes me happy." He also fell into memories, with some melancholy on his face: "So many years have passed by."

Before we left, Father Zhou gave us a large jar of rice soju. After we returned to the villa, we opened it and poured it into bowls to drink during dinner. I'm not very good at drinking, but I still tasted some.

The fragrance seems to melt into one's bones.

When we went to bed at night, we were both a little drunk. He was probably too tired these days and drank wine, so he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow. But I am different from other people. I am the kind of drinker.

After drinking alcohol, I become a little excited, so it is not easy to fall asleep.

I couldn't sleep, so I could only stare at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about some things in my mind, but it seemed that there was a thread connecting them vaguely. Yuxi Lake, Yuxi Alley, Laojie Winery, Zhou Lao's sorghum wine, he

The story I told you about the Eighth Route Army soldier who was rescued from under the nose of the Japanese...

Finally, I suddenly remembered something, and suddenly I sat up straight from the bed, and then started to shake Lu Yanhui hard to wake him up: "Wake up, I have an idea, I don't know if it's feasible, please wake up

!”

He rubbed his eyes and started working. He looked at me sleepily and said, "He Sang, why don't you go to bed and wake me up?"

"I'm thinking of something. Do you remember the big banner that was hung at the city hall not long ago: Strive to be a civilized citizen and create a cultural city."

"Remember, haven't you been hanging up for a long time? Why did you suddenly talk about that?"

"We don't even have a cultural monument in City A. This has always been a difficult task for the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the city government. After all, there is no gimmick to build a cultural city."
Chapter completed!