Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 339: Strong Friendship (7)
Thinking that it was only a short time, Lian Xuan left, Xiao Ye also left, as if returning to the very beginning.

Xiaobai sat on the table with her head bowed, and Xiaoye left. In fact, no one played with her anymore, the Xiaoye who always bullied her, and the Xiaoye who was always bullied by her.

Song Wanzhi shook the bowl in his hand, then gave Uncle Wang a dish with chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Uncle Wang, let's eat."

Uncle Wang looked at the dish with chopsticks and murmured, "Xiao Ye seems to like this too."

He was used to seeing life and death in his life. When he was young, he was alone for his ambition and country, and all the brothers who accompanied him died. At that time, he held his breath, no matter how sad he was, he would not say it, and he directly took revenge with his life.When he is old, he is also alone. Xiaoye is by his side, which actually feels like a little granddaughter, which makes him feel a different kind of family happiness many times. But now, the little granddaughter has left, which makes him feel more like A lifetime of emptiness.

After dinner, Song Wanzhi stood under the tree outside the door, Su Mengchen came over with a thin cape in his hand: "Wanzhi, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Song Wanzhi looked at Su Mengchen, smiled and said, "Okay."

Su Mengchen stretched out the cloak, and then covered her body; "It's still a little cold at night."

Song Wanzhi was stunned, only to feel that the cloak also carried a scorching warmth.

Su Mengchen had already walked forward, then turned to Song Wanzhi with a smile and said, "Wanzhi, follow me."

The word "Late Zhi" fell into her ears, and there was a little ripple for some reason, but when she looked at the smiling eyes of that person, she was suddenly filled with an indescribable feeling, and then she lifted her footsteps , followed.

Zhaodu is huge.

Su Mengchen walked towards a remote place with the trail she had traveled through.

Went to the most remote place in Zhaodu.

A piece of thatched huts scattered in front of us. At night, Zhaodu is not as prosperous as Chang'an Avenue. In a large area, only extremely faint oil lamps can be seen.

Fortunately, there was unexpectedly a bit of starlight in the sky, so the two of them could see things easily outside.

There are large tracts of thatched huts, with erected and fallen fences outside the houses, a small river bends, and the road is also full of potholes.

Su Mengchen said next to her: "Be careful, don't trip over. This is the lower city of Zhaodu, most of the people living in the poor, these people are foreigners, and later took root in Zhaodu, although there are some people who can become There are real Zhaodu people, but they are very few. Most of them are still struggling in such an environment, just for a place to live.”

Song Wanzhi looked around and nodded.

In this place, there are not many houses that light oil lamps. I am afraid that food and clothing will become a problem.

But for foreign visitors, no one cares about their life and death.

Su Mengchen led her into a road and walked along the small river.

There were more voices by the river.

There are women doing laundry on the stone steps, some children still wearing shabby and ill-fitting thin clothes in the cold wind, and some men who have just returned from exhaustion. However, there are more laughter and fragrance.

The laughter came from the front, and so did the aroma.

Under an old locust tree, a fire was burning, and a grandma was sitting there, putting her head down, talking and laughing with the old man opposite.

That grandma was obviously the one who sold jasmine rice in bamboo tubes on Chang'an Street back then, but now, the ones roasting on the fire are all black bamboo tubes.

"Grandma Li, you cook this meal well! Your son must like it very much!"

(End of this chapter)