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It was a bumpy road again, and when they arrived in Yangshi, considering Chen Bingwen's age and physical condition, Song Fengchen politely declined the other party's intention to send him back to Dong County in person.
How could Chen Bingwen fail to understand Song Fengchen's kindness, and he himself was indeed more than capable, so he didn't force him anymore, but arranged a car for Song Fengchen to take him back.
It was already late at night when we returned to Yuexi Village. Song Fengchen took out a match to light the oil lamp. Hearing the pattering rain outside, he looked back at the driver Xiao Liu who was slapping the water droplets on his hair, and said, "Why don't you go first?" Stay with me for one night and go back tomorrow?"
The driver Xiao Liu subconsciously turned his head and looked outside the door, thought for a while, nodded and lowered his eyebrows: "Okay, then, please trouble Mr. Song."
"It should." Song Fengchen replied casually.
So when Xu Shujian knocked on the door and came in, he happened to bump into a young man coming out of the room he had lived in before.
He paused on his feet, his heart turned a thousand times.
At this moment, Song Fengchen came out of the room with a set of toiletries, looked up and saw Xu Shujian standing at the door with a bamboo basket on his back, his eyes lit up, "Why are you here?"
While talking, he handed the things in his hand to the driver Xiao Liu, and told him the location of the water tank.
Facing Song Fengchen's slightly curved lips, Xu Shujian pursed her lips.
Thinking about it.
The embarrassment in his eyes flashed away, Quan pretended nothing happened, and he said: "I was planning to go into the mountain, but I passed by here and found the door was open, so I came in to have a look."
The curvature of Song Fengchen's lips became more and more obvious.
What is passing by here? His home and the way into the mountain are two completely opposite directions.
But Song Fengchen didn't want to poke him, he just said: "Well, then sit down for a while, wait for me to have breakfast, collect the things at home, and go with you"
Speaking of this, he realized later: "By the way, the driver who took me back just now was already late at night when I got home last night, and it was raining again, so I was worried that something would happen on the road, so I kept him. Stayed one night."
Curling her little finger slightly, Xu Shujian nodded nonchalantly.
After eating a simple breakfast and seeing off the driver Xiao Liu, Song Fengchen began to take stock of his gains from this trip to Hong Kong.
A set of purple sand teapot tea sets, one pot, one jar, four cups, and four holders, a total of ten heads, all wrapped in white silk and satin.
This is a thank you gift from Chen Bingwen.
Song Fengchen picked up the teapot casually and looked it up and down. The bottom of the teapot was stamped with the square seal of "Sipping ink to see tea", and the inner cover was stamped with a small seal of "Gu Jingzhou".
"Gu Jingzhou."
He raised his eyebrows, he knew this person, a master of Zisha pottery. In the previous life, it seemed that it was the year he left the orphanage. This person's purple sand squirrel grape tea set sold for a sky-high price of 90 million yuan, which caused a sensation in the collection circle.
Although Song Fengchen didn't appreciate these things very much, he couldn't help but click his tongue in his heart.
nice one!
Out of the corner of his eye, he fell on Xu Shujian who was staring at the purple clay pot, thinking, this old Gu should be alive and well, and when he has the opportunity, he must ask him for a few more sets of tea sets, or collect them , the most important thing is that Xu Shujian likes it.
But not now.
Too much to challenge Xu Shujian's sensitive nerves.
The corner of his eye turned to Xu Shujian's empty wrist, and Song Fengchen sighed inwardly.
Xu Shujian had never worn the watch he gave away. Although there were other reasons, it was not difficult to guess Xu Shujian's mood.
Like all ordinary people, he has his own noble side.
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen rewrapped the purple sand pot in his hand with silk and satin, put it back in the box, and planned to find a proper place to put it away first.
The rest are all gifts from the Zhong family.
A Seagull brand SLR camera, equipped with two full boxes and fifty rolls of film.
A box of Moutai, four bottles.
A can of Junshan Yinzhen.
Fifty cans of Zhonghua cigarettes in eight cans. Speaking of which, Chen Bingwen gave him before, and he hasn't finished smoking them yet.
Five boxes of various snacks, Song Fengchen casually opened a box of almond biscuits, picked up one and handed it to Xu Shujian's mouth: "Try it."
Xu Shujian opened her mouth to answer.
Song Fengchen asked: "How does it taste?"
The taste is soft, not too sweet, really good.
Xu Shujian nodded.
?Song Fengchen paused for a moment to send a box to the Chen family and Song Lanzhi. He looked at the lid of the box in his hand. The production date was a week ago and the shelf life was two months, which is pretty good.
The remaining small pile of things, because they are all foreign products, forgive Song Fengchen for his limited knowledge and incomprehension of trademarks.
Two gold pens, with two bottles of ink.
A box of twenty-five cigars.
Two cans of coffee.
Two wines.
When I opened the last tin box, what I saw was bundles of big unity. The banknotes were very new. There were about 200 banknotes in a bundle, and there were five bundles in total.
Song Fengchen was very satisfied when his savings doubled.
Placed under the banknotes are stacks of various tickets tied with rubber bands, such as food stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, pastry stampsthey are all of the kind that are common across the country, with large denominations and a long service life. Up to twenty years, the shortest is half a year.
It can be said that he was very attentive.
Now it seems that the sufferings he has suffered along the way are quite worth it.
After packing up the things 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 solution.
Seeing Xu Shujian, suppressing the shock and the inexplicable pride in his heart, he stepped forward and said, "I'll teach you."
Song Fengchen raised his head, the corners of his lips curved: "OK."
"This is the shutter, and this is the winder"
Xu Shujian spoke seriously, but Song Fengchen was half-hearted. The corner of his eye fell on Xu Shujian's opening and closing lips, and his heart itched unbearably.
" That's all." Xu Shujian raised his head, and Song Fengchen's deep eyebrows suddenly enlarged, followed by a touch of warmth on his lips.
Xu Shujian was slightly taken aback.
With the four eyes facing each other, Song Fengchen, who relieved the itch in his heart, slowly parted the lips that were close to Xu Shujian.
Even the air was quiet for a moment.
Xu Shujian stared at Song Fengchen for a long time before finally regaining consciousness.
Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the camera in his hand, and his tone was brisk: "May I take a photo for you?"
Xu Shujian blushed, pretending to be calm: "Okay."
Facts have proved that half-hearted is not good at learning photography skills.
Coming out of the photo studio, Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the particularly blurry photo at the top, he shook his head with a smile, then took out the photo and put it in the inner pocket, which is the place closest to his heart.
After finishing all this, he planned to go to Song Lanzhi's house, just in time to send the one thousand yuan in compensation that Luo Youheng gave her.
The time is scheduled to mid-September.
During this month, according to Song Fengchen's instructions, Luo Youheng first revealed the truth about the poisoning and murder case in Baizhen, and then collected the bones of Zhao Xiaolan's mother and daughter and erected a monument to worship them.
Just today, the bowl of blood released from their bodies was not absorbed by the tombstone after being splashed on Zhao Xiaolan's tombstone, but fell directly to the ground¡ªthis shows that Zhao Xiaolan was finally rescued and left.
The hearts of the Luo family members' throats finally fell back into their stomachs. Thinking back on the series of things that happened in the past two months, Luo Youheng couldn't help but blushed his eyes amidst the bitterness.
He patted his wife on the shoulder: "I've worked hard for you these past few days. Let the guest house deliver some good dishes tonight so that our family can have a good meal."
"Okay." The middle-aged woman replied.
"By the way," Luo Youheng asked as if remembering something, "I don't seem to see Zaibang much in the past few days. What did he do?"
The middle-aged woman said immediately: "I don't know too well. Speaking of which, he asked me for money several times in the past few days. When I asked him why he asked for money, he didn't say anything. I always felt that something was weird. I was thinking about it." Tell you about it."
"Really?" Luo Youheng frowned slightly.
"No, I'm just worried if he's being blackmailed or addicted to gambling or something" the middle-aged woman rambled.
gamble?
Luo Youheng loosened his clothes, and always felt that something was about to break out from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly.
"Who is it?" The middle-aged woman responded, got up and opened the door, "Who are you?"
Luo Youheng raised his head, facing an unusually indifferent face.
When he fixed his eyes, he always felt that this face was a little familiar, like that Taoist Cai.
Daoist Cai?
Luo Youheng's pupils shrank. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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