The only way

Chapter 147
Lingchu didn't stay in Fuchun Tower for a long time, and he and Meizi walked around Antang City again, and they still sat beside the busy Qingshi Street, eating peach cakes and drinking peach wine.

It's a pity that it's winter now, there are no green willows swinging above the two of them, there are not many tourists in front of them, and the spring breeze blowing on their faces is not warm.

Lingchu didn't care, but Meizi couldn't do it, her delicate and tender face was shaved reddish, Lingchu's fingertips were surrounded by spiritual energy, brushing Meizi's cheeks, pulling Meizi back to Fu Spring House.

There is a warm charcoal fire burning in the room, and thick blankets are spread on the chairs.

Isn't it better to eat like this?

Meizi was smiling all the time, looking at her friend's face that seemed to be unchanged for ten years, she felt a little bit emotional and happy.

Back then, Lingchu asked herself if she wanted to leave together, but she refused.

Now, Meizi brushes her fingers over the silky fur and soft underwear, smelling the light fragrance, all the lingering thoughts in her heart are gone.

In this world, there is no if.

Today, she is content.

Three days later, Lingchu left Antang City.

This time, it was Meizi and Huangli who watched her go.

Holding the cold porcelain bottle in her hand, Meizi felt a sense of sadness in her heart. This meeting may be the last time they will meet in this life.

I don't know why, but Meizi just feels like this.

Huanniang traveled thousands of miles to Antang City, returned to Fuchun Building, and wanted to see Huanniang Lingchu, when she learned that Huanniang and Uncle He had traveled all over the world, her heart suddenly became clear and peaceful.

When he left, there were two more things in Lingchu's storage bracelet, both of which were fate cards.

One belongs to Huanniang, and the other belongs to Uncle He.

It was Huanniang who stayed with Huangli. Huangli was able to buy Fuchunlou and become the mother of Fuchunlou. In fact, Huanniang also helped her.

Therefore, Oriole has complicated feelings for Huanniang.

The jealousy and longing when I was young, and the gratitude and envy now are intertwined into a mess.

The fate card is closely related to the life and death of the owner of the fate card. Once the owner of the life card dies, the life card will be broken, and it will also point out the place where the owner of the life card left last.

This is what Uncle He left to Lingchu, the last thing he saw them in the future.

In other words, leave it to Lingchu, a piece of thought.

On the wide official road, the cold wind is howling. The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely cold. Passers-by on the road are covered tightly. The carriages traveling from south to north are also wrapped in thick curtains to block the pervasive cold. wind.

The girl, who didn't want to look too different, was dressed in elegant green clothes and a silver-white cloak. The snow-white fur hood covered most of her eyebrows and eyes, and only her softly curved chin was exposed. Her skin was soft and delicate.

Looking back at the city that was still tender and wanton even in winter, the girl's rosy lips raised slightly.

Goodbye, Antang City.

Goodbye, Fu Chun Lou.

Lingchu whispered in his heart.

Turning around, the slender figure never looked back, and stepped out of the city step by step.

Ever since Taoyuan City experienced that earthquake, seven out of ten people were killed or injured.

Ten years have passed, and a brand new city has sprung up, still full of laughter and laughter, and people come and go as if nothing has changed.

The girl in the green skirt walked through every street in Taoyuan City, but she only felt that everything she saw was strange.

An old willow tree by the river has strong branches, which are bare in winter.

Beside the willow tree, a shop was emitting billowing steam and gurgling hot water, making it very lively.

The girl in the green dress paused, her gaze fell on the fluttering flag, on which were written six large characters.

Su's shop early.

Wearing a white cloth apron, is a pair of father and son.

The older one, who looked about 40 years old, had gray temples and wore a bright blue headscarf. His hands were clean and his nails were neatly trimmed.

The young one, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, also wore a blue turban, and greeted the guests warmly from the side.

Lingchu stopped, turned around, and finally sat on an empty seat.

The young man hurried forward to greet him, and said loudly, "What do the guests eat? Our Su family's wontons and steamed stuffed buns are unique in Taoyuan City."

"A plate of vegetarian assorted steamed stuffed buns, and a bowl of wontons."

The young man answered quickly, turned around and shouted loudly, "A plate of assorted vegetarian buns, and a bowl of wontons."

The middle-aged man also responded loudly, and swiftly poured eight white and fat wontons into the steaming hot soup.

After gently stirring the thick soup twice, the middle-aged man picked up the bamboo grate, picked up a snow-white bun and put it on the plate.

But after a while, the one ordered by Lingchu was firmly placed on the table by the young man.

"Guest officer, take it easy."

The steamed stuffed buns with sixteen folds are white and soft. In the clear soup, green onion segments are accompanied by plump white wontons. The small celadon bowl is really clean.

Pick up a wonton and take a bite, the rich soup splashes in the mouth, the skin is thin and the filling is rich, fragrant, smooth and tender.

Take another bite of vegetarian assorted steamed stuffed buns. The soft dough is sweet, and the juicy and juicy fillings are delicious.

One mouthful after another, and soon, the celadon bowls and dishes were completely wiped out.

After greeting a guest again, the young man turned his head and saw that the dishes in front of Lingchu's eyes were clean, and he was in a daze for a moment. This girl eats really fast.

Raising his hand to signal, Lingchu took out the copper coin and put it on the table.

The boy reached out to take it, subconsciously looked at the guest, and said, "The guest will come again next time."

"It's delicious, just like back then."

The boy stared blankly at the girl who raised her head and smiled at him, feeling like spring flowers blooming in front of her eyes.

What a beautiful girl, is this from Taoyuan City?How has he never seen it.

When she came back to her senses, the girl in front of her had disappeared without a trace, only the copper coins in her hand were left, and the dishes on the table were exceptionally clean.

The boy put away the dishes in a daze again, thinking to himself, this girl eats really cleanly.

Unexpectedly, the father and son who lost their wives and mothers would choose to reopen an identical store here.

The taste is very similar, but no one is smiling anymore, cheerfully adding two more wontons to her.

Taoyuan Mountain outside Taoyuan City.

On Taoyuan Mountain, the Taoyuan Temple, which was very popular in the past, has been replaced by a new Taoist temple.

The small Taoist temple in the back mountain has long been dilapidated.

A small village at the foot of the mountain, Wujia Village.

Because of Uncle He's help back then, not many people were injured. Now, the people in the village have multiplied more and more lively.

When Lingchu came to the village, Wujia Village was having a banquet, the eldest son of Mrs. Li.

A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in bright red, sat on a mule tied with red silk flowers, full of energy and beaming.

At the gate of the small courtyard, Mrs. Li, who is no longer young, smiled with flushed cheeks.

Standing behind the tree, Lingchu smiled lightly, and tapped the ground with his toes.

A gust of wind blows, and in the winter, deep pink, light red, light purple and dark green flowers and plants quietly bloom a whole happy road.

Shen Rong's mother and son are no longer in Wujia Village.

The country of Chen is not big, but it is not small either. Many people who met when they were young are already hard to find.

All things in the world, fate, the most unspeakable.

In winter, Lingchu traveled all the places he wanted to go, and in spring, Lingchu embarked on the real journey home.

(End of this chapter)