After the female classmate left, the writer sighed with emotion while eating. "Just a quick check, and I actually met an old classmate."

In fact, the fate between people is indeed very subtle. Wenhao did not expect to meet his classmates here. After eating, they planned to go to the tourist attractions and then go home. Wenhao loaded everything into the car

, checked out of the room and drove towards the tourist area.

"If this medicine can cure diseases, will you come again in the future?" Xinyi wanted to hear what the literary giant meant.

"If it is really effective, just ask the doctor to order it by mail, or take the high-speed rail. Driving is not only a waste of time but also adds extra costs."

Wen Hao has already made a plan in his mind, and it depends on the effect of this medicine.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the tourist attraction, surrounded by green trees. As soon as they arrived at the main entrance, they saw the words "Pseudo Imperial Palace" in big letters.

The Imperial Palace of Manchukuo is where Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, worked and lived. It is also a relatively famous tourist area in Changchun. In history, Puyi ascended the throne three times and abdicated twice, and later became the puppet emperor of "Manchukuo".

Xinyi had seen this "pseudo palace" on TV in "The Last Emperor", so as soon as she entered the gate, she had an inexplicable impulse to see the difference between the "pseudo palace" on TV and in reality.

The architecture of the Puppet Manchukuo Imperial Palace is quite gorgeous. As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a spacious hall with large blocks of brightly colored floor tiles.

There are several small tables and chairs in the center of the hall. They are all made of mahogany and painted antique. They are carved with some exquisite patterns, including dragons, flowers, and birds. The patterns are so well carved that they seem to come alive.

Same.

Xinyi walked and looked at it. She felt that it was a little inferior here than on TV.

Looking up again, there are two gorgeous chandeliers hanging side by side. The chandeliers are decorated with shining beads, which are really crystal clear and dazzling.

They continued into the living room, where chairs were neatly arranged and the floor was covered with a thick, soft red carpet.

There were yellow flowers embroidered on the blanket, and lifelike oil paintings hung on the wall. Although the colors were elegant and dignified, they always made people feel a little depressed.

Next to it, there is a small conversation room with two chairs, two teacups and a lamp on a small table.

Xinyi witnessed the scene in front of her and seemed to see the downcast Puyi.

"This fake palace is really not as good as I imagined. It seems that a lot of treatment has been done on TV. When I come here, I don't have so much yearning for it." Xinyi was slightly disappointed.

"Can it be the same on TV as in reality? That's where the emperor lives. Of course, it needs to be decorated a little to attract the audience's attention."

Junpeng is not very interested in these ancient buildings, but he especially likes car models. After a long trip, he had to buy a souvenir.

Wenhao took Junpeng to a nearby souvenir shop and bought a model of a large truck at a high price. Xinyi didn't want to go indoors to visit, so she might as well go outside for a walk.

The huge Pseudo-Imperial Palace lost a lot of popularity. They walked through the houses with Manchu-style buildings, feeling more and more desolate. Xinyi just found a few scenic spots at random, took a few photos, and then wanted to go home.

Maybe it's because of the bleak season, but I always feel a bit of coldness coming over me. The leaves on the trees are half yellow and half green. A small breeze blows by, and a few leaves flutter down.

Along the way, we passed several hundred-year-old trees with signs explaining their age and basic information.

"It's really boring here. I came here once when I was young. After so many years of development, it seems like it's not as good as before. Hey! Let's go home."

After returning home, Wenhao began to try to eat those medicinal noodles. Each dose of those medicines was packed in a small paper bag. Wenhao picked up a package of medicines, put it in a bowl, and then drank it.

Hey! This medicine is really bitter and black in color. The writer pinched his nose and tilted his neck in front of the medicine before taking a packet. The taste was really more bitter than eating coptis.

I have to take more than ten packets of medicine at least three times a day. When I am outside, because I don’t have the conditions to take the medicine, I can only pick up a small packet of dry noodles and put it in my mouth, and then drink a lot of water and swallow it all.

Afterwards, my mouth was still covered with black drug foam.

Taking this kind of medicine is really a kind of torture. Not to mention that it will take a few years for the adjustment to slowly recover. Just this one month is enough for a writer.

As soon as it was time to take the medicine, Wenhao began to worry when he looked at the medicinal noodles. Before he could persist for a month, he gave up. Whenever he saw these medicinal noodles, he felt sick.

"You've been taking this medicine for nearly a month, and you still want to buy it?" Xinyi was well-intentioned, fearing that Wenhao might forget to buy medicine because of his busy schedule, which would further delay his condition.

"You're going to eat me to death! I'm told to take medicine every day, but I don't buy it. These quacks are all liars. What kind of broken medicine noodles is this? The taste and bitterness can kill a person. It's purely

Liar." As soon as he mentioned this medicinal noodle, the writer was so angry that his eyes stared and his face turned red.

The writer felt aggrieved. He had spent a lot of money and suffered all kinds of crimes. The pain hidden in his body was not clear to him whether it had any effect.

If we use this method to replace the reduction of hormones, we might as well not eat it, which is really unacceptable.

"Okay! You're angry too. Who's sick? I didn't go for a check-up, otherwise there would be something wrong." No matter how Xinyi tried to persuade him, Wenhao couldn't get over it for the time being, and he was always in a state of depression.

After some time, Xinyi saw that Wenhao's mood had improved a little, so she asked to go around the area. It was Chinese Valentine's Day, so Wenhao drove Xinyi to the beach to relax.

Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. It feels like meeting a long-lost confidant, who can tell all the feelings. As we drive along, the flowers on both sides of the road are vying for beauty, colorful, the traffic is crowded, and the people are loud.

There are many crabs, shrimps, prawns, and clams for sale on the beach... They have everything and they are so fresh. The writer likes to eat seafood the most. There are many tents on the beach selling all kinds of seafood.

"Bring me six crabs, a pound of shrimp, another fish, and a platter of white clams." Wenhao ordered some dishes, and then went swimming in the sea with Junpeng.

This is a small town, and the water is not as clear as in big cities. There are a lot of people swimming at the beach, so the water looks very turbid.

Xinyi was a little dizzy and could only sit quietly at the dining table, watching Wenhao and Junpeng and his son chasing each other in the water.

Xinyi wore a yellow-pink swimsuit, a brown sun-visor, a red lace sun-visor, and a bottle of drink in her hand.

Wenhao and Junpeng swam for more than an hour, and Xinyi asked them to go ashore. "The feast has been served. Come over and eat quickly. It will get cold in a while, and the seafood will lose its taste!"

Xinyi stood on the shore and started shouting. There were many people looking at her. The writer happily waved his hand to Xinyi, meaning, I understand.

The food on the beach tasted really fresh. They ate while looking at the sea.

The waves in the distance were rolling layer by layer, and there were many cruise ships of different sizes in the center. The writer took a few sips of beer in a soothing mood, and the worries of the past suddenly disappeared.

"Honey, you should eat it too. This is the freshest seafood. Didn't you see those fishing boats? They are all freshly caught. You can't eat them at home."

Xinyi was also very happy, she wiped out all the shrimps on the plate.

After Junpeng finished eating, he would look here and then in the tent. Everything he saw was fresh.

"Dad, are we staying here tonight? There is a two-story villa opposite." Junpeng said excitedly, pointing to the accommodation.

"You have to ask your mother. She is the chairman, and everything is decided by the leader." Wen Hao temporarily forgot about his illness and started joking with Xinyi again.

"Let's see... this food can't stop your mouth, and you're making fun of me. There must be a lot of mosquitoes here, and there's a seaside villa. I don't know how much this night will cost. Let's go home. It's not far away anyway.

Not far."

Wenhao also felt that Xinyi was right. There is no comfort outside at home. "That's right! We'll leave later, it's more comfortable to go home and sleep."

Junpeng has always been an obedient child, and he just asked. In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting, and the western sky was still burning with an orange-red sunset glow.

The sea was also dyed red by the glow. In comparison, it was even more spectacular than the sky.

Because the sea water is mobile, every time a row of waves rises, the glow reflected on the wave peaks is red and bright, just like pieces of burning flames, flickering, rolling, and disappearing

With.

The row at the back is flashing and rolling over again. The waves are rolling rhythmically like following the melody. Under this beautiful sunset, it really makes tourists linger.

The writer stepped on the soft beach and walked slowly forward along the seaside again. The sea water gently caressed the soft beach, making a gentle "swishing" sound, and the sunset sea breeze was fresh and cool.

"What a wonderful day! I must let go of the burden of illness, live a happy life, and work hard to live every minute and every second." The writer's mood suddenly brightened.

Xinyi followed Wenhao closely and held his hand tightly. "Husband, are you feeling better?"

Wenhao smiled and said to Xinyi: "Thank you, wife, for your care. It's much better!"

They looked at each other, smiled, and shouted to Junpeng not far away, "Son, get ready to go home."

Before leaving, Wenhao went to the nearby area and bought some fresh crabs. He knew that Xinyi liked to eat red crabs the most, so he bought several kilograms and asked the master to prepare a foam incubator filled with ice cubes.

"Husband, you are tired too. I will drive the way back. You are only responsible for the command. Take a good rest."

Xinyi thanked Wen Hao from her heart. She had been married for so many years, and it was only after Wen Hao became ill that she understood what true love is.

Maybe it's a woman's love for a man, but more often it comes after a man succeeds. After all, career is the foundation of a man.

Xinyi suddenly felt that the past days seemed to have been spent in a state of confusion, with quarrels, cold wars, unwarranted contempt, and cold words that were cruel and cruel...
Chapter completed!