Golden Color Xiangjiang: A Young Man's Dream in a Siheyuan

The next morning, as soon as the sky turned pale, Zhou Jin and Xiao Jiu got up early.

They tiptoed to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for everyone. The aroma of breakfast filled the air, but it could not dispel the sadness of parting.

By the time everyone got up and had breakfast, Lou Bancheng had already arranged for everyone to pack up everything. The luggage was neatly loaded into the car, as if telling the story of the journey that was about to begin.

"Okay, it's almost time, we should go." Lou Bancheng's voice was a little low, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Okay, then let's get ready to go." Zhou Jin responded, his mood was equally complicated.

After all, Lou Bancheng was going to work for the country, so the government also took into consideration the moment of parting, and family members always hope to see each other off for the last time.

So the government directly dispatched three jeeps and a truck.

Hua Yi and his group of nine people, along with their luggage, were placed on the truck, while the others took three jeeps to the train station. Government officials and the security team were already waiting there.

Several cars owned by Lou Bancheng were also donated directly to the government.

There is no way. Now that the person is gone, the car cannot be left for Zhou Jin to use. If it is left alone, it will either rot or be targeted by someone with ulterior motives. It is better to donate it directly to the government.

A line of four cars came to the railway station in a mighty procession, the wheels rolling as if playing the melody of farewell.

After getting off the train, Hua Yi and his colleagues began to move the luggage onto the train, moving quickly and orderly.

Lou Bancheng, Zhou Jin and others were saying their final goodbyes on the platform. Everyone's eyes were filled with reluctance, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words.

The roar of the train echoed in the train station, as if urging the arrival of departure. Zhou Jin stood on the platform, looking at Lou Bancheng and others who were about to leave, with endless reluctance and concern in his heart.

Lou Bancheng, Lou's mother, grandparents stood at the door of the carriage, their eyes full of nostalgia.

Lou Bancheng held Zhou Jin's hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Xiao Jin, the family is now in your hands. We don't know when we can return, so you must take good care of Xiao'e and the others."

Zhou Jin nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly red: "Dad, don't worry. I will definitely protect this family and wait for you to come back."

Mother Lou wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Zhou Jin tenderly: "Xiao Jin, Xiao'e is in your hands now. She can be impatient sometimes, so please bear with her."

Zhou Jin said softly: "Mom, I will take good care of Xiao'e, don't worry."

Grandpa and grandma were also reluctant to let you go. Grandma choked up and said, "My child, you must take good care of yourself while we are away. We are waiting for you to come to Hong Kong to reunite."

Zhou Jin held grandpa and grandma's hands: "Grandpa and grandma, you must take good care of yourselves. I promise you that I will go to Hong Kong to reunite with you as soon as possible."

At this time, the train whistle sounded again, and the staff urged the passengers to get on board.

Lou Bancheng and the others had to let go of each other's hands and slowly walked into the carriage.

Zhou Jin, Lou Xiao'e and others stood on the platform, waving their hands non-stop. Their eyes followed the train closely, as if they wanted to engrave the figures of their loved ones deeply in their hearts.

The train gradually accelerated and drove out of the platform. Zhou Jin looked at the train going away, his heart filled with emotion.

Zhou Jin turned around and looked at Lou Xiao'e, Xiao Jiu and others around him. There were tears on their faces and their eyes were full of longing for their loved ones.

Zhou Jin gently put his arm around Lou Xiao'e's shoulders and comforted her, "Don't be sad. I promise you, I will take you to Hong Kong to see them in a few years."

Lou Xiao'e leaned in Zhou Jin's arms and nodded silently.

Afterwards, Zhou Jin and the others slowly left the train station.

The government was very thoughtful and even prepared two jeeps to take them back.

Sitting in the jeep, everyone was silent, their hearts filled with sadness of parting.

When everyone returned to the Lou Mansion, the entire mansion seemed to be shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

No one seemed to want to talk. After all, they had just separated from their loved ones and were definitely not in a good mood.

Zhou Jin looked at everyone and said softly, "Okay, Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma are gone, we have to live our own lives now.

I plan to clean up here today and go back to the courtyard tomorrow. Everyone, take a good rest first, I will call you when the meal is ready. "

Everyone nodded slightly, and each found a quiet place to sit down, immersed in their own thoughts.

After Lou Bancheng left, it was indeed difficult for Zhou Jin and the others to continue living in the Lou Mansion.

So, Zhou Jin prepared to go to his grandfather's house in the afternoon and put all the things into the space.

It is still early to cook, so Zhou Jin plans to go to the basement first to store all the things left by Lou Bancheng into the space. Otherwise, if this place is targeted by someone with ulterior motives, the things in the basement may cause him to suffer unexpected disaster.

Zhou Jin took the key that Lou Bancheng left for him and slowly walked to the door of the basement.

This was Zhou Jin's first time in the basement. He had only heard Lou Bancheng mention it before, but had never been in there.

Zhou Jin took a deep breath, opened the door, walked in, and turned on the light at the door.

At this moment, Zhou Jin was stunned by the scene in front of him. My goodness, this is not a basement, it is simply a small museum.

There are all kinds of precious porcelains, including Ru kiln, Ding kiln, Jingdezhen porcelain, blue and white porcelain, celadon, enamel, pastel, cloisonne, Ming Chenghua Doucai chicken cup, all of these precious porcelains are available.

Each piece of porcelain seems to be telling an ancient story, exuding a unique charm.

Furniture made of precious woods such as golden nanmu, Hainan huanghuali, agarwood, rosewood, and safflower wood are also neatly arranged, and the exquisite carvings and delicate textures are breathtaking.

There are also bronze gongs, bronze tripods, bronze swords, bronze bells, and bronze gui, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

There is also a room filled with valuable calligraphy and paintings, jade, books, gold and silver wares, lacquerware, and handicrafts. Moreover, the quality of the things here is not comparable to those in Zhou Jin's space.

After all, these were all collected by Lou Bancheng after he had spent half his life, while those by Zhou Jin were all collected through picking up bargains and wholesale on the black market. It was really difficult to find the best among them.

Zhou Jin paced slowly in the basement, his heart full of emotion.

He marveled at the richness of Lou Bancheng's collection, and also felt his love and persistence for traditional culture.

After sighing, Zhou Jin directly put all the things into the space and placed them in a warehouse specially used to store cultural relics. Even the storage shelves were taken away. After all, these were all made of precious wood.

The basement, which was originally full, was suddenly empty, with only a few walls left, appearing particularly spacious.