Then, he took the baggage from a young man and stood up silently.
Xiang Xing only saw her look at the house like the last nostalgia.
Afterwards, the two grandsons slowly left this magnificent compound under the **** of a group of people.
Until the man withdrew a group of people, and an innumerable number of cars and trucks withdrew from the courtyard.
Finally, two white seals were affixed to this glorious building material factory.
The moment the man turned around, Xiang Xing suddenly saw the face clearly.
Although there are only a few wrinkles, it looks like he is only forty years old.
But that familiar face suddenly stunned the little guy.
Immediately afterwards, the picture suddenly moved forward like a rushing tide.
Until Xiang Xing trembled suddenly, everything in front of him returned to reality.
A faint sense of powerlessness spread quickly across the body, causing her to sway, and immediately lean back directly.
Fortunately, a hug that had been paying attention for a long time suddenly circled over at this moment and took her firmly into his arms.
The powerful arms tightened subconsciously.
What lingers in the ear is hoarse and low, and there is a soft and worried voice: "All right?"
"……Well."
The little guy took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
He didn't get up immediately, but turned his body slightly and shrank into the warm and explanatory arms.
The soft eyes squinted lightly.
"..."
Seeing her behavior like this, Wu Chen couldn't help but froze again.
He thought for a while, and simply sat on the floor so that she could sit on her lap and lean more comfortably.
After a long pause, I suddenly continued to ask, "What do you see?"
"...I saw several people."
Xiang Xing murmured, rubbing a few times in his arms.
Suddenly, he raised his head, his soft eyes met the pair very seriously, and he was staring at his light gray eyes earnestly.
Pink lips moved, "There are Grandpa Murong, Grandpa Murong's grandma, and many young guys...and, a middle-aged man."
"The middle-aged man came with a group of people and checked the building materials factory."
As she said, she paused, and couldn't help tilting her small head, and then asked, "Guess who he is?"
"..."
Wu Chen pondered for a moment.
His eyes flickered, "Zhu Yuan?"
Moreover, he was the only one who could personally lead a team to ransack a home in Qinghe City back then.
Thinking about it, the man couldn't help but smile. Reluctantly shook his head, "So Murongye met Zhu Yuan when he was a child, but he forgot."
"Well, it's not just that."
Xiang Xing blinked his eyes softly, raised his onion-rooted fingers, and swayed slightly.
Continued, "I found out that Grandpa Murong's grandma should have known Elder Zhu Yuan very early."
"And hate him very much, or hate him."
Although she didn't know why.
But Granny Murong's disgusting eyes flashed by, it seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart, so she couldn't ignore it.
Intuition tells Xiang Xing that the blocked building materials factory, Granny Murong, and Zhu Yuan must have something to do with Na Luo Qingya.
In order to prove this, the little guy pursed his lips, suddenly as if made up his mind, lightly grabbed the man's embrace.
"I have to look a little further."
She raised her soft eyes and looked at Wu Chen with confidence.
Wu Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly, seemingly dissatisfied: "You want to see it twice a night?"
Just because of her body that can casually consume too much energy, how can so much spiritual power be squandered by her!
After thinking about it, the man couldn't help shook his head, his words were full of irresistible domineering: "Xiang Xing, I don't allow you to watch it again!"
Even if she continues to look down, she has to wait until she goes back to drink the medicine.
"what?"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning in depression.
But now she is more curious.
Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly squashed his mouth and muttered softly, "If I don't figure it out now, I won't be able to sleep tonight..."
"I have a way to make you fall asleep."
Seeing that she was still struggling with sophistry, Wu Chen couldn't help but constricted her eyes, and could not help but directly hugged the petite body in her arms.
Turning around, he walked out of the courtyard, and informed Jiang Yang and Mina who were still elsewhere, "We have taken the team back!"
"……so fast?"
Jiang Yang's voice was the first to be heard from the psychic Bluetooth communicator in one hand.
And with a hint of narrow laughter, deliberately teased, "I said boss, you seem to be a bit quick..."
"Do you want to reincarnate?"
An unceremonious suffocation sounded from the communicator, as if he could really do what he said.
Jiang Yang was so frightened that he couldn't help but stunned: "I was wrong, I was wrong!"
...
Fortunately, Wu Chen's persistence prevented Xiang Xing from watching it a second time.
Because she was on the way back, she fainted again because of exhaustion of energy...
But this time, she didn't fall asleep.
Instead, I had a strange dream.
In that dream, she seemed to have come to the most prosperous and colorful concession area in Qinghe City at the beginning of the last century.
This place is full of feasting and depressing sounds, and a whole street full of neon, various entertainment venues for the upper-class people, karaoke halls, and dance halls abound.
The most conspicuous one is the Baihuimen, where the first female singer of Qinghe City-Luo Qingya is located.
At this time, Luo Qingya should have not retired yet, and in the largest neon sign at Parkway Gate, the picture of her is still hanging.
And her nickname is "Swaying Golden Rose".
Looking at these words, Xiang Xing had a sudden pause.
I couldn't help but think of the pattern of roses dotted with gold threads on the black paint of the puppet.
Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt a little out of control under his feet.
Following the surging crowd, he walked directly into the Parkway Gate.
I saw a lot of feasting and colorful inside.
The lavish sound surrounded the ears, surrounded by men and women of all kinds, closely dependent on each other, swaying with the music.
ballroom? bar? nightclub?
Xiang Xing shook the little head that was so drowsy by the atmosphere, and couldn't help but stare carefully.
These men and women dressed in suits and cheongsam from that era, they spoke softly and behaved gracefully.
But there is endless ambiguous breath.
As for the one who is standing on the stage, swaying to the music, and singing the sound of the sluggish.
It is the deity of Luo Qingya.
As for the group of dignified and dignified people who are constantly cheering and applauding in the audience, they are the guests who come here to admire her.
Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help stepping forward and carefully watching the faces.
He didn't see Zhu Yuan's face.
However, there was a figure that made her very familiar.
It was a little boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brown beret, holding a drawing board, drawing something under the dim light.