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Chapter 87 Encounter

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    Many years later, Chu Zhiyan, who was holding a red wine glass, almost lost her memory of this trek of about 3,000 kilometers.  She only remembers a few fragments:

    Several drowsy and chaotic days and nights, a cloudy and wretched eye, and a pair of greasy and dirty hands scattered those fragmented tickets

    She didn't tell anyone how she got here that way, neither with Yang Heyu, nor with her grandmother Zhou Manqing.

    She just clearly remembered that the day after Zhou Manqing led her into a big house that she had never thought about, she had a period.

    Zhou Manqing often comes to Wukang Road for a walk, and she always comes once a month.

    Because there are memories she can't let go on Wukang Road, although she has no right to live in the old house, the memories can never be deprived, which is her eternal right.

    That day, Zhou Manqing bought a lily from the flower shop as usual, and walked the old road smelling the fragrance of the flower.

    Walking under the parasol trees on Wukang Road, she gradually approached the old bungalow that carried her happiness and sorrow.  Zhou Manqing once hoped to get rid of this habit. After all, there are more losses there, and it is the place where the sourness in life gathers.

    But she couldn't change it after all, so that one day, she jumped into the arrangement made by God and encountered an unexpected unexpected.

    The first time I saw Chu Zhiyan, it was a whole intersection away. Logically speaking, Zhou Manqing shouldn't be able to see clearly.  But she just felt familiar, and her legs and feet moved forward uncontrollably.  It becomes clearer the further you go:

    Beautiful facial features, dirty clothes, dirty skin, ridiculously short hair.

    All the collocations are so unreasonable, but Zhou Manqing's heart is still beating wildly.

    It may be that she forgot to control her expression, and she showed some kind of excitement, which made this little girl who seemed to have nowhere to go brave enough to speak.

    "Hello, is this No. 288 Wukang Road?"

    Zhou Manqing's heart sank suddenly, and she stepped back, subconsciously wanting to escape.

    However, the old man Liu, who was guarding the door, stretched out his head and shouted: "Mrs. Yan! Are there any relatives from Nong's hometown?"

    Zhou Manqing turned her head away from the past, and her eyes lingered on Chu Zhiyan's face.

    "Who are you looking for?"

    Chu Zhiyan hesitated for a while, she thought for a long time and replied: "I'm looking for Yan Bailing who lives in No. 288."

    "Who is she to you?"

    "She is my mother."

    Zhou Manqing's heart was agitated, she felt it was difficult to breathe, and the cellophane wrapped in lilies in her hand was squeezed loudly.

    The old man Liu who was the gatekeeper also leaned over, opened his ears and asked, "What did you say? My ears are not good, so I can't hear clearly."

    Zhou Manqing trembled all over, took Chu Zhiyan's hand, led her away from Wukang Road, and sat in a dark cafe.

    Chu Zhiyan sat stiffly across from Zhou Manqing. There was a glass of orange juice in front of her. The glass of orange juice was so crystal clear that she didn't dare to touch it.

    Zhou Manqing stared at her: this face is the most beautiful organ is the eyes - the Yan family's eyes are all as big and bright as black gems.

    "Where are you from?"

    "Yunnan. Heliu." Chu Zhiyan replied in a low voice.

    Zhou Manqing immediately remembered a letter addressed to his daughter that he had received a few years ago, the address was Heliu, Yunnan.  She didn't look at it at the time and just returned it.

    Because my daughter once said that everything there can only be used to bid farewell, and nothing should be left behind.

    Zhou Manqing raised his eyelids and looked into the distance, then took a deep breath.  She raised her hand, called the waiter, and ordered another pineapple bun.

    Putting down a piece of 100 yuan, Zhou Manqing said: "Go back after dinner, this is not the place you should come." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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