pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 1205 Farewell, Beijing

Zhang Qingshan was taken aback earlier, and almost thought he was going to eat a table tonight, but fortunately Xiao Jinyi didn't make it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Dabao, if you didn't light the fire, how did the pork belly get cooked?" Zhang Baochen was still trying to find the problem.

"Internal strength!" Xiao Jinyi replied domineeringly.

"..."

Everyone was speechless again.

The internal energy is definitely not his, because he hasn't recovered his internal energy yet, and he doesn't know who has suffered it again.

Fortunately, the dishes are ready, and everyone has cooked a dish, happily preparing to eat.

And after a meal, only Xiao Jinyi's plate of cold belly shreds was eaten up, leaving part of the rest.

It's not that his cooking is so delicious, a table of big fish and meat, and a plate of cold dishes are really refreshing.

Song Qingge likes to eat cold belly shreds very much. Pork belly is different from fat intestines. It has no taste at all. It is really delicious when mixed with sweet and sour green and red peppers.

After the meal, everyone made dumplings together, and fireworks were set off at night, and a year was lively and lively.

Years later, Song Qingge made Buddha Jump Over the Wall for the old lady, because after she left, she didn't know when she would come back.

They are happy and happy here, not everyone is good.

Shen Nian'en was seriously ill during Chinese New Year, Xiao Xun only sent a doctor there, but he didn't see Shen Nian'en, there came the news that Shen Nian'en committed suicide again, but was still rescued.

The most surprising thing was that on the third day of the junior high school, news came from the prison that Mrs. Shen had committed suicide by hanging herself!

Whether Xiao Shi's parents were killed by her order, or if they were charged for Shen Fusheng, they didn't find out when they arrived, so they left so suddenly.

Old Mrs. Shen died very suddenly. Song Qingge wanted to see her off, but was dissuaded by Xiao Yan, because Shen Nianen would be there, and he was afraid that Shen Nianen would be used by others to go mad and hurt Song Qingge.

Xiao Xun hated that it was too late for her, so he didn't prepare any funeral, but according to Shen Nian'en's request, they sent their mother and daughter back to Shen's house, even if they died, they would die in Shen's house.

Today's weather is still very cold, so I got some more ice, and it's okay to transport it all the way back.

After Song Qingge sighed, she didn't pay attention to these things, she just looked at the jade pendant left by Mrs. Shen, after all, it was her grandmother, she didn't throw away the jade pendant, and kept it by her side as a souvenir.

After Xiao Xun was busy with these things, another three days passed, Song Qingge planned to leave after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there were not a few days left.

The father and daughter play chess and cook every day, making Xiao Jinyi very jealous.

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Xiao Jinyi fell asleep after arranging everything, and Dabao woke up.

When Dabao woke up, everyone was also very happy. He didn't ask Song Qingge anything, but just followed Zhang Baochen and Hao Qingfeng and played wildly in the capital for three days.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Dabao accompanied the old lady to glue lanterns, made firecrackers with Zhang Qingshan, and made glutinous rice balls with Zhang Baochen. In the evening, Song Qingge took him to a courtyard outside the city to deliver lanterns , Tell him that the people here are his mothers.

In this way, on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the two of them set out on the road with a bunch of things.

Scar came back and accompanied them, but Gu Zi still refused to come to the capital, so Zhou Xiaoxiao stayed by his side, perhaps because his daughter was too old, so Zhou Xian just turned a blind eye.

The carriage slowly drove out of the gate of the city, and Dabao lifted the curtain to look at the gate of the city that was gradually moving away.

Farewell, Beijing.

Farewell, friends and family...

(End of this chapter)