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Chapter 128: Serious on screen, but off screen...

It's half past ten in the morning.

The car entered a small town that was gradually formed by people who were exiled here since ancient times.

"The village further in from here is named Tan. According to the family tree, they were the first to be exiled here and take root. Later, people with other surnames came here."

"Every village here has an ancestral hall. Locals here call it the incense hall. The source of the family tree records all comes from the Central Plains."

"During the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese invaders came here. According to the older generations, there are Japanese soldiers' remains buried around the ancestral halls in every village. As to whether this is true or not, I don't know."

Lin Cang introduced the local situation to Fu Tuaner next to him.

At the same time, looking at the familiar roads and familiar buildings.

It’s been so long since we last met, it feels so familiar.

It’s as if I saw my children running across the road, riding bicycles, and speeding on electric bikes on the road.

Although the introduction was formal and serious, the big hand on the black silk leg had already moved to the inner layer.

[The origins of the genealogical records are all from the Central Plains. Speaking of which, the three Lingnan provinces have always been called southern barbarians. Huh?]

[Ahem, I think my family is similar. Our family tree originated from the Central Plains, and we came here to seek refuge.]

The South has been a place of exile and refuge since ancient times. Yet, the Han bloodline here is purer, yet they are called southern barbarians. Ahem, who is the barbarian, anyway?

[Here I would like to ask my brothers in the Central Plains, do you still have a family tree or ancestral hall? ]

[I know this, there are, but they are rare. You might not find one in ten villages...]

I'm curious about the threshold and want to test it.

[Step on it and you'll get one more point. This guy made the threshold out of the corpses of Japanese soldiers.]

【I want to step on it too! 】

[Well, if you want to go, they might not let you in. The ancestral hall doesn't really welcome outsiders. And if you go in to burn incense, you might get beaten in your sleep.]

[One more thing: have you ever gone to your own ancestral temple to pay your respects? If you don't pay your respects to your own family but pay your respects to someone else's, isn't that like asking your ancestors to come to your house at night?]

Fu Tuaner curiously admired the surrounding scenery, but there were no tall buildings.

Almost all of them are self-built buildings, with the highest being eight stories high, and the rest are five or six stories high, or three or four stories high.

There are a lot of motorcycles and electric motorcycles on the road, but not many with four wheels.

However, it can be seen that this small town is not much different from some small towns in big cities.

Even if it is a county-level city, it takes an hour to get here.

It is somewhat surprising that it has been able to develop to this scale despite not being close to the city.

"Is there a city nearby? This place is so far from both the prefecture-level city and the county-level city. The small towns over there that are closer to the county-level city don't seem as prosperous as your town, which is so far away from the county-level city."

She also had a serious look on her face, but her delicate hands were holding a black transparent inner garment, holding the handle.

Lin Cang shook his head: "It's more than a hundred kilometers to the center of another prefecture-level city, but we have to leave the province."

"Hmm~"

Fu Tuaner suddenly murmured something, which startled the viewers in the live broadcast room.

[My, this voice is so fucking awesome, more!]

[Oh~ It's done. This sound is really awesome. ]

[No, Tuanzi, what are you doing? ]

[Come to think of it, I haven't seen any legs today, especially really long legs.]

[Indeed, in previous live broadcasts, whenever someone was sitting, their legs were visible, but today they were not exposed.]

[You think, could it be that Gou Cang's hand was on her leg?]

[Impossible, this is impossible, the hand on her leg should be mine.]

【Then tell me, what's going on with this sound? 】

Fu Tuan'er, who was on the barrage, also saw this and said seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about? Can you all be so dirty? I'm just numb in my legs, okay?"

As he said this, he pinched Lin Cang's hand.

The meaning is clear, take your dog's paw away quickly.

After Lin Cang withdrew his hand, she turned the camera to her thighs in black stockings. "Be pure and don't have such dirty thoughts."

Hearing her words, Lin Cang next to her wanted to laugh.

At the same time, I felt that this was in front of her fans, so... happy.

No wonder so many people like my sister.
[I don't believe it unless Gou Cang also starts broadcasting! ]

[Add one, unless Gou Cang also starts broadcasting. ]

[Similarly, let Cang Shen go on air to prove his innocence. ]

Fu Tuan'er looked at Lin Cang: "They don't believe me and want you to go on air to prove your innocence."

At this time, Lin Cang wiped his hand on her clothes, and responded after hearing her words: "No problem, I will start the broadcast when we get home."

Because he was driving, he didn't notice that Fu Tuaner looked at him with a somewhat unpleasant look. She looked at his hands, then at his face, and repeated this back and forth three times.

It's like, like the look a wife gives her husband when she's about to slap him.

More than ten minutes passed.

The car stopped in front of a shabby-looking stall with saplings displayed at the door.

Lin Cang introduced Fu Tuan'er to a forty-year-old man in tattered clothes who was sleeping soundly on a recliner in the middle of the door.

"Then I, Lao Deng, probably went home around four or five last night."

When she heard that it was his father, Fu Tuaner subconsciously straightened her clothes.

And check if the makeup is smudged or the hair is messy.

She looks like an ugly daughter-in-law about to meet her parents-in-law.

He completely ignored the fact that he was still live streaming.

[You still say this has nothing to do with him? ]

[Isn't it that you're nervous only when you meet the man's parents? Is it okay?]

My heart is broken, shattered all over the floor.

[It doesn't matter. Even the dog in the Pacific wouldn't believe what you said.]

[The Pacific Ocean above, without dogs, cannot survive.]

[I'm so mean! No one believes it.]

Lin Cang opened his own livestream at this time. Due to the angle, he also saw the comments in Fu Tuan'er's livestream. He said speechlessly, "You guys are really good at making connections. I've explained so many things about girls to you, but it all goes in one ear and out the other?"

"Isn't every girl like this before getting off the bus?"

A small excuse made Fu Tuaner look up when she was looking in the mirror, then she lowered her head and continued to look in the mirror, but her eyes were full of smiles.

Although an explanation was given, many netizens still didn't believe it.

But I breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't! The wife I imagined was someone else's.

How heartbreaking!

This is what happens when you know the result is the same as you guessed, but under the goddess' filter, you still feel that the answer is not what you guessed.

This is the goddess filter!

Just like on the Internet, if there is a mistake between a man and a woman and the girl is pretty, people will think it is the man’s fault at the first moment, regardless of the process or the outcome.

Even after the results of the process come out, as long as it is not confirmed, it is the man's fault.

Even if it is confirmed, people will say, "Is the man not wrong?" and then criticize the man's shortcomings, his clothes, his appearance, and say what kind of person he is from this, as if he is more amazing than the ancient physiognomists and Yao Guangxiao, the greatest physiognomist of all time.

While opening the live broadcast room, Lin Cang put the lace inner wear back into his pocket and prepared everything to invite Fu Tuaner to get off the car.

The two people in the car were serious on screen during the live broadcast, but not serious outside the screen.

From now on, everything will be serious.

As for the lace inner layer, it had been thrown into the owner's driver's door pocket.

ps: Three updates... I'm still updating even though I'm not feeling well.

It’s time to go to bed and take a nap first. The next update will be at 12 o’clock in the morning.

(End of this chapter)