The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

After eating the cake, Jiang Yuexian asked Chen Xiangyin what she wanted to eat for lunch, and she went to prepare it.

He Chongtian put down the porcelain plate and said, "No, we'll leave in a moment."

Jiang Yuexian was surprised, "Brother, you didn't even eat when you came back?"

unbelievable!

Every time He Chongtian comes back, he will stay and have dinner together.

He Chongtian hummed: "I'm pressed for time today." After saying that, he turned to Chen Xiangyin, "Would you like to go to my room and have a look?"

His attention was all on Shen Xiangyin, which made Jiang Yuexian feel very uncomfortable.

Chen Xiangyin nodded and looked at Jiang Yuexian with a smile, "Thank you for the cake. When we come back, come over to my place and I will make you a dress."

Jiang Yuexian's smile remained pure, "Okay."

Chen Xiangqing stood up, and Jiang Yuexian suddenly said: "I'm so happy for my brother to find such a good girlfriend like you." After that, he said to He Chongtian: "Brother, you have a sister-in-law now, won't you?" Are you dreaming about the girl from before again~~"

Jiang Yuexian's tone was very light, as if he was really happy for He Chongtian. When he saw Chen Xiang frowning, he immediately covered his mouth, "Did I say the wrong thing..."

"Sister-in-law! Don't get me wrong! My brother... likes you very much. Maybe the woman in the dream is his biological mother."

He Chongtian's face instantly darkened, and he put his palms on Shen Xiangyin's back, gently leading her away, and looked back at Jiang Yuexian deeply as a warning.

He knew very well that his sister, who looked harmless to humans and animals, was actually very evil and evil.

There's nothing wrong with what she said. She doesn't like Chen Xiangyin.

Chen Xiangyin didn't think so much, but if Fan He Chongtian had someone else in his heart or his feelings for her were not pure enough, they wouldn't be able to get to where they are today.

Others make a lot of efforts to achieve a relationship, but she is just the opposite.

She and He Chongtian have been trying their best to cut off the love between them since their heart fell in love. There are many obstacles and obstacles. This doesn't work, that doesn't work, but it still works. Let alone others, she can't break it apart.

In He Chongtian's room, there is a narrow bed, a desk, and an old-fashioned barbell gathering dust in the corner, which looks very heavy.

Chen Xiangyin squatted in front of the barbell and reached out to lift it. It was so laborious.

"Chen Xiangyin, I haven't mentioned my dream to you before, because I felt that there was nothing much to say about the dream."

Chen Xiang led the lady to squat, turned half of her body, and looked at him with her face raised. Her silky hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall, "I won't think too much about it. Dreaming is normal, and it's normal for men to dream about women."

The room was very small. He Chongtian was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand to pull a piece of agarwood, which was enough to reach her, and he pulled her to sit next to him.

The bed board is hard and agarwood is a bit uncomfortable to sit on.

"Since I can remember, I often dream about a woman, sometimes in the mountains and forests, sometimes in a dark wooden house. I can't see her face clearly. Every time I wake up from the dream, I fall into a serious loss. Jiang Yue and I Xian grew up together, so she knew about it."

He Chongtian explained sincerely, fearing that the agarwood would attract too much attention, so he added: "It's like a nightmare, but I haven't dreamed about it in two years."

A small thought flashed through Chen Xiangyin's mind. He often dreamed that it was a bit suspicious... Could it be that the crane rising to the sky had some destiny?

But he quickly denied it, where is the destiny? He Chongtian had such a bloody experience when he was a child, so it's normal to have some mental problems, right?

Maybe he lacked maternal love and imagined a woman. Fortunately, it was just a dream and he did not split his personality.

so poor……

Thinking of this, Chen Xiang put her arms around He Chongtian's neck and raised her eyes to look at him, "No more, let's go to Beijing. I will take you to eat delicious food and have fun."

A hint of astonishment flashed through He Chongtian's eyes, and Chen Xiang raised his eyebrows with a smile, "The relics of eminent monks from the Tang Dynasty enshrined in the Bafang Pagoda are very effective. How about we go get a marriage fortune sign?"

……

Shangjingcheng, Fuman Cake Shop, No. 28 Gulou Street.

When Chen Xiang was young, she ran away with her father. After her father suddenly died on the streets in the suburbs of Beijing, she began to live in exile and never returned to Beijing.

Going to Beijing carries too much thoughts and meanings. It is a utopia that can only be recalled in dreams, a pure land of irreplaceable memories, and a hometown that cannot be returned to.

But this time she was ready, and He Chongtian accompanied her to visit her old place again.

The man in line in front was carrying a birdcage and introduced enthusiastically: "This place used to be called Yaowangmiao Street, but later it was renamed Drum Tower Street because of the Bell and Drum Towers in the west."

Agarwood led his eyes across the bustling streets and carefully identified its appearance a hundred years ago.

The evening breeze was blowing, the music in the nearby store was noisy, people were coming and going, and the electronic lights were on.

She couldn't recognize it. She couldn't tell which direction her family's old house was.

Strong sadness and grievance came over her, making Agarwood's eyes heat up.

"Hey, girl, why are you crying?" The uncle wondered, "What did I say wrong?"

Behind him, He Tongtian squeezed her shoulders and leaned half over to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"I can't find my home..." Chen Xiang whispered.

The uncle heard, "Your home? Can't you find me living here?"

The locals in Shangjing are really enthusiastic and don't regard themselves as outsiders at all, "Yaowang Temple Street? Is this your ancestor's home? Are you...returned overseas Chinese looking for your roots?"

Chen Xiang nodded, "The Shen family, the merchant family that used to do tea business here, do you know?"

"I don't know, but you have to go to the community and ask. You might be able to ask. Just follow this road and turn left..."

……

The business of Fuman Cake Shop is booming. After queuing for half an hour, it was finally the turn of Agarwood Yin.

I still remember that when this pastry shop opened, it was very popular. The chef from Jiangnan made beautiful and delicious pastries.

It is popular among people in Beijing to buy it. After all this time, if you want to eat agarwood, you still have to queue up. This has not changed.

In front of the brightly lit counter, Chen Xiangyin bent over and pointed at the tempting pastries.

"These are all delicious. My favorite is lotus cake, and the jujube cake is also delicious. Their jujube paste filling is very fragrant, sticky bean buns, honey three-knife..."

Seeing her posture, He Chongtian wanted to eat, "Then let's have one each."

The cashier lady smiled happily, "Hey!"

On the way back to the parking lot, Chen Xiangyin couldn't wait to take out the lotus cake box and give one to He Chongtian.

Food is magical. As long as you taste the same taste, you can briefly return to a certain moment in your memory, and it is extremely real.

He Chongtian was in a good mood and got to know Chen Xiangyin better. "If we weren't in a hurry to go to the Bafang Pagoda, we could spend more time here."

Chen Xiangyin stopped and looked back at the bright lights on a street. "The crane towers into the sky. Although I can't remember the exact location of my home, this street is where I grew up."

People are always like this. The experiences in childhood and youth are the most impressive and have the most far-reaching influence. Even Agarwood, who has lived for more than a hundred years, is no exception.

The fragrance of magnolia flowers is the best when blown by the wind at the door of your home.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw a familiar rich floral fragrance at the next corner.

Chen Xiangyin looked in the direction where the wind was blowing. He saw an unusually tall magnolia tree, which was blocked by the buildings of the courtyard and was still several meters taller.

The breeze blew through the treetops, and the magnolia tree swayed with the wind, and the few remaining petals fell, like snowflakes, flying one after another.

Under the night, there is endless silence.

Chen Xiangyin was stunned and pointed to the tall white magnolia tree growing out of the scattered eaves and tiles more than ten meters away, "The crane towers into the sky. That tree seems to belong to my house..."