It was another bumpy journey. When he arrived in Yang City, considering Chen Bingwen's age and physical condition, Song Fengchen politely declined the other party's intention to send him back to Dongxian in person.

How could Chen Bingwen fail to understand Song Fengchen's kindness, and because he himself was really spared and lacking in strength, he didn't force it anymore, just arranged a car for Song Fengchen to take him back.

It was late at night when he returned to Yuexi Village. Song Fengchen took out a match to light the oil lamp. Hearing the patter of rain outside, he turned his head to look at the driver Xiao Liu who was flapping the water droplets on his hair, and said: Stay with me for one night and go back tomorrow?"

The driver, Xiao Liu, subconsciously turned his head and looked outside, thought for a while, nodded and lowered his eyebrows: "Okay, then, trouble Mr. Song."

"It should." Song Fengchen answered casually.

So when Xu Shujian knocked on the door and came in, she happened to ran into a young man coming out of the room he had lived in before.

He had a meal at his feet, and his heart turned back and forth.

At this moment, Song Fengchen came out of the room with a set of toiletries. He looked up and saw Xu Shujian standing at the door carrying a bamboo basket. His eyes lit up, "Why are you here?"

While talking, he handed what was in his hand to the driver Xiao Liu and told him the location of the water tank.

At the corner of Song Fengchen's slightly curved lips, Xu Shujian pursed his lips.

Think about it.

The shame in his eyes flashed by, Quan as if nothing had happened, he said: "I was planning to go into the mountain. I was passing by and found that the door was open, so I came in and took a look."

The curvature of Song Fengchen's lips became more obvious.

What's passing by here? His home and the road into the mountain are two completely opposite directions.

But Song Fengchen didn't want to pierce him, only said: "Well, then you sit down for a while, wait until I have breakfast, collect the things at home, and go with you."

Speaking of this, he realized afterwards: "By the way, that was the driver who sent me back. It was already night when I got home last night, and it was raining again. I was worried that something might happen on the road, so I kept him. Stayed for one night."

With little fingers curled up, Xu Shujian nodded nonchalantly.

After having a simple breakfast and sending away the driver Xiao Liu, Song Fengchen began to count the gains of his trip to Hong Kong.

A set of purple clay teapots, one pot, one jar, four cups, and four holders, a total of ten heads, are all thinly wrapped in white silk and satin.

This is a gift from Chen Bingwensai to him.

Song Fengchen picked up the teapot casually, looked up and down, the bottom seal of the teapot "sip the ink to see tea" square seal, and the inner seal "Gu Jingzhou" small seal.

"Gu Jingzhou."

He raised his eyebrows. He knew that this man was a master of the world of purple clay pottery. In the previous life, it seemed that it was the year he left the orphanage. This man's purple sand squirrel grape tea set sold for a sky-high price of 90 million yuan, which made a sensation in the collection world.

Although Song Fengchen didn't appreciate these things very much, he couldn't help but sighed.

good stuff!

The corner of his eye fell on Xu Shujian, who was staring at the purple clay pot eagerly, thinking, this old Gu should be alive right now, and when he has the opportunity, he must ask him for more tea sets and collect them. , The most important thing is that Xu Shujian likes it.

But not now.

Too challenging Xu Shujian's sensitive nerves.

The corner of his eye turned to Xu Shujian's empty wrist, Song Fengchen sighed in his heart.

The watch he gave out was never worn by Xu Shujian. Although there are other reasons, it is not difficult to guess Xu Shujian's mood.

He, like all ordinary people, has his own superior side.

Thinking about this, Song Fengchen re-wrapped the purple clay pot in his hand with silk and satin and put it back in the box, planning to find a proper place to store it first.

The next thing is everything from the Zhong family.

A Seagull SLR camera comes with two boxes and fifty rolls of film.

A box of Moutai, four bottles.

A jar of Junshan silver needles.

Fifty tins of Chinese cigarettes and eight cans. Speaking of which Chen Bingwen gave him before, he hasn't finished smoking yet.

With five boxes of all kinds of snacks, Song Fengchen opened a box of almond cookies casually, picked up a piece and handed it to Xu Shujian's mouth: "Try it."

Xu Shujian opened her mouth and took it.

Song Fengchen asked: "How does it taste?"

The taste is soft, not sweet, and really good.

Xu Shujian nodded.

Song Fengchen instantly stopped thinking of sending a box to the Chen family and Song Lanzhi. He looked at the lid of the box in his hand. The production date was one week ago, and the shelf life was two months, which was pretty good.

The remaining small pile of things, because they are all foreign goods, forgive Song Fengchen for his limited knowledge and inability to understand trademarks.

Two golden pens with two bottles of ink.

A box of cigars, twenty-five cigars.

Two cans of coffee.

Two wines.

Opening the last tin box, what caught your eye was the bundle of great unity. The banknotes were very new, with a bundle of about two hundred, and a total of five bundles.

Song Fengchen was very satisfied with his savings doubled.

Placed under the banknotes are stacks of various types of tickets tied with rubber bands. Food stamps, cloth tickets, meat tickets, and pastry tickets...all of which are universal in the country. They are of quite large denominations and have a long service life. Twenty years, and half a year is the shortest.

It can be said that it is very hard.

It now appears that the sins he suffered along the way are quite worthwhile.

After tidying up everything one by one, Song Fengchen grabbed the Seagull camera and fiddled with it for a while, but in the end he couldn't figure out a bright hall.

Xu Shujian met, suppressing the shock and...unexplainable pride, he stepped forward and said, "I teach you."

Song Fengchen raised his head, his lips curled: "Okay."

"This is the shutter, this is the film reel..."

Xu Shujian was serious, but Song Fengchen was half-hearted. The light from the corner of his eye fell on Xu Shujian's closed lips, itchy.

"...That's it." Xu Shujian raised his head, and Song Fengchen's deep brows suddenly enlarged, followed by a touch of warmth on his lips.

Xu Shujian was slightly startled.

With his eyes facing each other, Song Fengchen, who was relieved of his itch, slowly separated the lips that were close to Xu Shujian.

There was even a moment of silence with the air.

Xu Shujian stared at Song Fengchen for a long time, then finally came back to her senses.

Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the camera in his hand, and his tone was brisk: "May I take a picture of you?"

Xu Shujian's ears are red, pretending to be calm: "Okay."

Facts have proved that half-heartedness is not good at learning photography skills.

Coming out of the photo studio, Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the particularly vague photo at the top, smiled and shook his head, then took out the photo and put it in the inner pocket, which was the place closest to his heart.

After doing this, he planned to go to Song Lanzhi's house, just in time to send the 1,000 yuan of compensation that Luo Youheng had previously given to her house.

Time is scheduled to mid-September.

In this month, in accordance with Song Fengchen's instructions, Luo Youheng first revealed the truth about the poisoning and homicide case in Baizhen that year, and then condensed the bones of Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter and erected a monument for worship.

Just today, the bowl of blood released from them was splashed on Zhao Xiaolan's tombstone and was not absorbed by the tombstone, but fell directly to the ground-which shows that Zhao Xiaolan was finally overtaken away.

The Luo family's heart hanging in their throats finally fell back in their stomachs. Thinking back to the series of things that had happened in the past two months, Luo You's bitterness couldn't help but his eyes were red.

He patted his wife on the shoulder: "You have been working hard for the past few days. Tonight, let the guest house bring some good food over, and our family will have a good meal."

"Okay." The middle-aged woman replied.

"Right," Luo Youheng asked as if thinking of something: "I haven't seen Zaibang in the past few days. What did he do?"

The middle-aged woman immediately said: "I don't know too well. Speaking of it, he has asked for money from me several times in the past few days. He didn't say why he asked for money. I always think something is weird. Tell you about this."

"Really?" Luo Youheng frowned slightly.

"No, I'm worried about whether he was blackmailed or hooked on gambling..." the middle-aged woman babbled.

gamble?

Luo Youheng loosened his loose clothes, always feeling that something was about to break out in his heart.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded in the ear.

"Who?" The middle-aged woman answered, got up and opened the door, "You are?"

Luo Youheng raised his head and faced an unusually indifferent face.

He fixed his eyes and felt that this face was a bit familiar, very much like that Cai Daochang.

Cai Daochang?

Luo Youheng's pupils shrank.