The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 472

Zhang Wenxuan stood blankly in the courtyard, closed his eyes, and let the northwest wind lift his clothes.

The cold wind blows through the branches of the trees, and there is a humming sound above the head, as if you are in a cave that cannot be touched to the bottom.

Last month, with my fiancée, I delivered books, food, and futons before the exam to teenagers.

The yard is sunny and warm.

Yue Xian carried a thick quilt from the car, and as soon as she entered the yard, she was full of praise for the small trees and flowers that Qilan had planted.

"Small place, so many flowers and trees, the young man is too attentive."

She looked at him with a smile, her round face was like a full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, quiet and beautiful.

"Wenxuan, can we also arrange our small yard according to this? Buy a water tank, build a bamboo frame, plant gourds in summer, and plum blossoms in winter."

Now that Yi Ren has gone, leaving the infatuated man tormenting in his memories.

The days fly by.Yuexian's death remains a mystery.Right now, another chef from Huaxia Hotel is hanging from a tree in broad daylight.

What kind of secret is hidden here?
In a trance, he was half asleep and half awake.

It wasn't until Qilan walked over and patted his shoulder that he opened his eyes.

The other two figures were long gone.

"Where are Xiao Chen and Miss Jin?"

"I'm so hungry, I'll eat the pancakes I left in the kitchen."

Qilan pointed to a room on the west side, and helped him to go forward:

"It's cold outside. If you're sleepy, go inside and go to bed. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

"I just cleaned it up, it's a bit small, it's okay to live alone."

Zhang Wenxuan felt warm currents in his heart.

Half a year ago, he and his uncle Mr. Zhang rescued a homeless teenager by accident.

I never thought that the teenager would lend a helping hand to himself again and again in times of adversity.

"Thank you Xiaolan. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

This room has a story.

Just as Chen Xing handed over its key, he couldn't hide his melancholy.

After Zhu Xingyuan left without saying goodbye, everything in the room was stained with a faint layer of sadness.

At first, Chris thought he was only leaving for a short time, and stayed for ten days with a glimmer of hope.

Sleep during the day, and still go to the dance hall to work at night.

It's just that I don't love talking and singing like before, and the smile on my face is less.

One evening, she also left.Fill the table with delicious sweets before you go.

No note was left.The foreign girl said that she could not read, let alone write.

At that time, Qilan was outside, and Chen Xing didn't bother to clean it, so he put a heavy lock on the door.Leave it to ashes.

Now Zhang Wenxuan will have nowhere to go for a while, Qilan asked why the good door was locked, and he reluctantly offered a key hidden under the flowerpot.

"Don't tell me the secret of locking the door, I can't afford to lose face."

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I'm sure I can keep the secret."

Qilan and Long Yun fought for several rounds, and their hands and feet were sore from exhaustion.

As soon as I opened the door, my nose was itchy from the dust, and I sneezed one after another.

The bed and under the bed are messy, a little better than a pig's nest, and it's unbearable to live without cleaning.

He took out several handfuls of dustpans and wiped and wiped all the walls and furniture.

He dug out a new set of teapots and cups from his room and brought them in.Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are also ready.

The closet is temporarily unclear.Many of the clothes inside are new.The fabric and style are decent.

It's just that Zhu Xingyuan was too picky, so he didn't move.It is no problem to use it for daily wear.

"It's already very good, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Wenxuan was really exhausted, sat down and thanked him, and then came a slight snoring sound.

Qilan was busy putting him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and rushed to the kitchen to cook.

Both of them were seriously injured.

One was cut twice in the shoulder, and the other was also slapped.He will do the chopping and cooking.

On a cold day, a scent wafted from the stove.

"You are injured, don't rush to cook. The plate of pancakes left on New Year's Day is gone?"

Chen Xing turned a large bowl on the table with one hand, filled with sticky porridge, and drank while blowing.

"It's all my fault that I didn't put away the pancakes when I went out. Your greedy little white dog ate them all."

"The rice is gone. I made a pot of cornmeal batter. Don't hold it against me. Let's have a bowl."

Qilan, who is hungry and hungry, takes a bowl and drinks it without worrying about it being hot.

One bite down, frowning.

The strange taste made my throat uncomfortable, so I had to put the bowl away.

"Brother Chen, how much sugar did you put in?"

"Shh!"

Chen Xing quickly pointed to the figure drinking porridge alone in the corner with his finger, signaling him to keep his voice down.

"Golden girl is afraid that her sense of taste is not normal. When I added sugar, I shook my hand and poured most of the jar into it. Normal people would die. She seems to be in the third bowl."

Qilan grabbed the sugar jar on the stove in disbelief—it was almost bottomed out.It was full before going out.

There has been no replenishment of supplies for many days, and the kitchen is almost out of food.

Chen Xing worked hard to dig out a small bag of cornmeal, and brought it from home to try it out, planning to have pancakes for fun.

Xiao Jin's slender fingers pressed against the small porcelain bowl, taking sips and sips non-stop.The yellow corn mush seems to be a delicacy.

He sighed, with helplessness in his eyes:
"I'm afraid she was injured and she's out of shape. You stay at home for a few days to recuperate, and I'll do the work of finding out the whereabouts of the second brother. Now go out and buy some food."

Just as he was about to turn around, with a "whoosh", a snake-shaped thing flew over and landed on his shoulder impartially.

Xiao Jin turned around and smiled at him:
"This whip comes from the palace. It's the best gold, not adulterated. It's not a problem if you take it to a craftsman on the way to beat two pairs of small yellow croakers. We'll have money to spend."

"Keep it as a weapon, don't fight the enemy empty-handed, it's too dangerous."

Qilan couldn't help but return the golden whip.

She couldn't refuse, so she had to accept it, and suddenly asked about the dagger:

"Xiaolan is quite courageous, and her skills are not bad. Long Yun's body armor is so hard, didn't it damage your weapon?"

The boy drew out the dagger, and there was no wear and tear on the blade.

"It really is a good knife," Xiao Jin took it over with great interest and took a closer look, "How can you have a weapon made of such a good material? Where did it come from?"

"It was a gift from an elder."

"An ordinary knife is pierced in the body armor, and it is either broken or bent. Since ancient times, swords have been given to heroes. The elder who gave the knife must not be an ordinary person, and it shows how much he values ​​you."

Qilan was afraid that if she kept asking, the matter of Lin Mi's father and daughter would be revealed, so she quickly changed the topic cleverly:

"Miss Xiaojin, Long Yun's body armor looks quite rare. It is invulnerable and well-crafted. It must be very expensive, right? Is it only the boss of the killer group who is eligible to wear it?"

"Oh, one is worth a tael of gold. The leader and first class have body armor. I find it too heavy and troublesome to wear."

"Last time you blocked the bullet for my second brother and got seriously injured. Next time you go out, please put it on, sister, so you don't get hurt again."

"There's no need to wear it. Before he died, my grandfather said that a person's life and death are always determined. How can a body armor be changed?"

(End of this chapter)