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He Chenxi was afraid that Quanyuan and Hua Rong would be involved in this matter, and she was even more unwilling for Quanyuan to delve into the details.She always felt that she was stupid and powerless in this situation, and she was afraid of seeing Quanyuan's disappointed eyes—although she knew that Quanyuan would not show disappointed eyes to her.

Quanyuan only feels sorry for her.

The more distressed Quanyuan was, the more frightened she became.

Like everything in the world, distressing is also a kind of thing whose quantity is regulated, and the more you use it, the less it will be.He Chenxi was quite afraid that he would use up all the sympathy and love from the source at once, and only the politeness of a stranger would be left in the future.

"My eldest cousin is here on a business trip, and he's also at home these days."

Quan Yuan said, "Then I'll take you there."

He Chenxi did not refuse.

Quanyuan asked Hua Rong, "Where are you going this afternoon?"

Hua Rong actually had nowhere to go.She didn't want to go to the house she shared with Huaxia, but she also knew that she shouldn't go to Quanyuan's house, otherwise Quanyuan would be suspicious.Hua Rong said, "I'd better go home."

Quanyuan looked at her.

"The house key is in the mailbox. Remember to put it back when you're done using it. Coax Hua Xia, don't wait for him to admit his mistake."

Hua Rong was speechless.She knew that Yuanyuan wanted her to admit her mistake in front of Huaxia.It is the fault of recognizing the source.It is for her to admit to Huaxia that Quanyuan is just as Huaxia thought, a dangerous person, a pest evil Gu lurking around her.

The anger in Hua Rong's heart was suddenly ignited, but she had no reason to lose her temper.

She smiled and said: "You care about your love affairs, I know how to adjust|teach my Huaxia."

Quan Yuan didn't want to get involved.It's just that this incident was obviously caused by her, so she was worried.

But enough said here.

Quanyuan thought about it and said, "You can take my car to take Xiaoxi back. I can take a taxi. I might be late to take you if I'm not on the way."

He Chenxi said: "Ah Yuan, you can go by yourself, I can take the bus, there is a direct bus here."

Quanyuan said: "I don't trust you to take the bus. You ask Rongrong to take you off. When she came back, she just moved the flowers to my house."

Hua Rong knew that Quanyuan was asking her to take care of He Chenxi, so she agreed.

"That's right, let her take a taxi. The big boss has a lot of money. Let's drive away. I want to go back with you to see today's photos."

He Chenxi agreed.

Quanyuan watched them drive away. After watching for a while, he didn't find a car following him, so he walked out to the main road to take a taxi.

She didn't just want Hua Rong to take care of He Chenxi, she just wanted them to accompany each other.After all, she was the fuse of the incident, and it was possible for Hua Rong to be more relaxed by He Chenxi's side.She didn't think Hua Rong would talk to He Chenxi, but the world in He Chenxi's eyes was always so colorful, and when she was with her, she would forget her troubles unconsciously.

That is the feeling that every flower, every gust of wind, every cloud has its own fairy tale.

Quanyuan sometimes hopes that He Chenxi will never grow up.

She didn't want He Chenxi to become mature, and she didn't want her to encounter adversity and setbacks.

Because He Chenxi's world is so clean and beautiful.

She was worried that He Chenxi's boyfriend had caused her too much harm, but fortunately, He Chenxi recovered.

The wounds of such love are easily healed.It's not that Quanyuan thinks that He Chenxi doesn't love deeply enough, but that she understands that He Chenxi is an optimistic and transparent girl, she can love, cry and be sad... In her world, this is the ultimate love between a prince and a princess. If they can't be together, she will put this past into her sugar jar as a cold and bitter mint.As time goes by, her world is still so colorful and bright.

Quanyuan envied He Chenxi's world.

She really wanted to reach out and grab that world, but she was afraid that if she stretched out her hand, that world would shatter into pieces.

Quanyuan sighed inwardly, then stretched out his hand.

She hails a taxi.

"Go to Old Gecheng, over to the north gate."

"Miss, are you going to play? The Folklore Museum is on the side of Ximen. You don't need to take a taxi. It takes 10 minutes to take the Nine Road from here."

The driver doesn't really want to take such a short and crowded journey, but it's not good to refuse the ride directly.And indeed, it is more convenient for tourists to go to the holiday tourist bus line that runs every 10 minutes.

"Thank you, but I'm going to the North City Gate."

Gecheng used to be a chic and strong city like those academic madmen in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. This city was beautiful and clean, and it was not in a military position, so it has rarely been damaged by wars.Or because there are too many celebrities and strange people coming out of here, even the war is unwilling to destroy its history.All in all, the ancient city has been preserved almost intact.Fresh flesh and blood grow on the old bones, creating a different grace and beauty than before.But the old days have not been completely abandoned.

The old Katsuragi was separated and integrated by the new prosperity, the old city was divided into three parts.The south side belongs to the original lower city, which is the place where Liu Yun brought Quanyuan to buy breakfast.Only a small part of the old street buildings and courtyards have been preserved, and most of them have been rebuilt. The architectural style of the Republic of China can still be discerned from them, but more of them are the unique small cement fences and small broken glass in the 45s. .This is a place that once stood out in that era of innovation, but is rapidly aging and will be gradually abandoned.

The North City and the West City are connected together.Xicheng is an old residential area and a market in a busy area.Most of the ancient buildings have been preserved, and many of them have been donated to make the city's folk history and other museums.The three refurbished old stone pedestrian streets are filled with the fragrance of time.The centuries-old shops still survive here. It is a tourist area rich in cultural history, but the aborigines still maintain their peaceful pace.And near the North City Gate, inwards, is the complex of mansions of the old dignitaries.Quiet, stale and exclusive.Even though some new-style buildings gradually erected on that best location, they still can't change the old-fashioned stubbornness.

Today, there are actually not many residents living in Beicheng.The decline and decline of clans is a very common thing. The old clans who are really willing to hold on to the glory of the past have long been rare, and only a few once huge clans are still supporting the decline of the North City.Many buildings were sold and became carefully renovated villas for the new generation of wealthy people.The gardens are protected and separated from the residential areas.

The area of ​​the North City is already small and small, retreating to the foot of Xiushan, which is far away from the North City Gate.However, Beichengmen is still a synonym for aloofness.

The Chen family has an ancestral house in Beicheng.It was once expropriated during the turbulent years, and later bought back at the price of Weibo.Some distance away from the house, there is also a mansion and Western-style building belonging to the Chen family on the old bank street, where Quanyuan's father's family lived.A whole street further down is lined with concession-style buildings.There are some high-end private clubs and high-end shops, and the rest are the private houses of the rich.

The whole street is not bustling, and the people walking are all beautiful, handsome and fashionable men and women. This place is the most expensive area in the city.

The drive is about half an hour.

There are luxury cars driving in and out along the way, and there are not no taxis, but the bus station has indeed disappeared.

Quanyuan paid the fare, and Wendan, who bought from a mobile stall with a large cart he met on the road, walked on such a precious street.No makeup, plain clothes, looks a bit out of place.However, not many looked into her.Most of the people who come and go here are not only rich and powerful, but also have a family history worth boasting about.Even businessmen have to put on a Confucian character, they are personable, and they don't smell like copper at all.

She bought a bottle of red wine at a nearby winery, and walked in for about 10 minutes along a side road full of magnolia trees, and arrived at the Chen family mansion.

It was exactly five minutes to three in the afternoon when the doorbell rang.

It was exactly three o'clock when Quanyuan entered the hall.

Hearing the movement, Uncle Chen came out to greet her, ready to accept the gift in her hand.

Quanyuan stuffed Wendan into the old man's hand and said, "I have a dry throat in autumn, take this to make pomelo tea."

Although there is no exquisite packaging, the sweet and fragrant taste of Wendan has been diffused.

Quanyuan's stepmother came down from upstairs and dragged Quanyuan to sit in the reception room.

The Victorian style furniture is a true antique and while luxurious and comfortable it looks, the fountain is completely unrelaxing.She will never forget how humiliated and spurned she was in this magnificent home when she was young.It was in this reception room that her stepmother, the first term, sneered at her, insulting and contemptuous of her birth and her mother.The lesson that made the young Quanyuan tremble with shame and indignation was that she accidentally poured juice on the expensive chair.The stepmother frowned deeply at her, pinched her tiny arms, and then told her in disgust that the fabric covering the chairs was a genuine hand-embroidered antique from the Victorian period, and if it got dirty, it would be incomparable to wash or replace it. trouble.

Quanyuan was wearing a beautiful silk skirt, like a small flower that accidentally bloomed in winter in the hot summer afternoon.

Her biological mother also came from a scholarly family, with a noble and elegant temperament.Quanyuan never knew that women would have such viciousness that kills without blood.The wife who came to visit was flattering, superficially persuading Quanyuan's stepmother not to be too angry, but inside and outside the words implied that the illegitimate daughter would not be able to make it to the stage.Those words sounded like small needles piercing into Quanyuan's ears.She was originally a pure and innocent child who knew nothing about the world, and she was finally taken home by her father, full of longing and joy in her heart, but her stepmother threw her happy heart into the dust.

Quanyuan's stepmother, the second term, sits beside Quanyuan.Her makeup is exquisite and elegant, and her voice is soft and appropriate.Quanyuan didn't have any conflicts with her, nor did she have any relationship, but this stepmother was gentle and kind to her when she went home during the holidays.Quanyuan can't call her mother, but he can also maintain etiquette in front of her and sit and chat with her.

The stepmother said, "What gift do you bring every time you go home?"

This is just a polite way, Quan Yuan smiled.

"How are you doing recently?"

The stepmother said: "I'm fine..." Before she could finish her sentence, she saw that Uncle Chen had put away his things and came with tea, so she stood up and took the tea and put it in front of the spring, and said with a smile: "Brother in the lobby, ask Auntie Cao in the kitchen to bring it to you." Wen Danqie came over here, so I can get a little bit of it too."

According to his seniority, Uncle Chen could indeed be called Big Brother.After all, in this new era, citizens can no longer be treated like servant-slaves.But in Quanyuan's memory, her first stepmother could only dictate to Chen Boyi.

Uncle Chen smiled happily.

"Eat it together at night, and use it as fruit after dinner."

Quanyuan's stepmother said: "That's right, I will never come back. You will have a meal with your uncle and your father at home."

Quan Yuan was no longer easy to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

Before dinner, Quanyuan's half-brother came back.My younger brother went to the same university as Quanyuan, and he is just a sophomore this year.When he was a child, he wanted Quanyuan to take him to play, but Quanyuan refused.As a result, the naughty boy hates his sister very much.He also knew He Zhe, and said a lot of bad things in front of He Zhe.Quanyuan also had part of his reasons for breaking up with Hezhe for the first time.When I went home in previous years, this younger brother was not willing to say a word to his elder sister at all. It was not until he went to college that he gradually changed-in terms of social meaning.

The father who just said that he wanted to see Quanyuan and asked Quanyuan to go home never showed up.Fountain, who had talked about insignificant topics all afternoon, already felt that this visit was boring.But she did not ask where her father had gone.In this family, she has always pursued the tenet of indifference and indifference, making no secret of her incompatibility and alienation.

There are really no good memories here.

Every time I come back to Quanyuan, I feel that time seems to go back decades, decayed and heavy.

When it was almost six o'clock, the stepmother answered the phone, saying that Quanyuan's father was coming back.After another half an hour, the car stopped outside the door.Uncle Chen went out first, and Quanyuan followed behind his stepmother and younger brother. When he walked down the steps, he saw his father being helped out of the car and a wheelchair was removed from the back seat.

Quanyuan frowned habitually, and heard his stepmother ask, "Why hasn't the plaster been removed?"

The middle-aged man standing behind his father said: "The bones have not healed well. Don't walk a step from today. You have to use a wheelchair, otherwise it will be difficult to recover."

Quanyuan recognized that it was a family doctor and had seen him several times.

Quanyuan's father was a little impatient: "Go back and talk." He looked past his wife and son, and saw Quanyuan standing behind: "You are here."

Quan Yuan said, "Dad."

Quan Yuan's father responded.At this time, the driver carried his wheelchair up the steps, and Quanyuan's younger brother went to carry him up the stairs.He was obviously a little dissatisfied, but in the end he didn't push himself to walk under the watchful eyes of the doctor.

Quanyuan followed suit.

Uncle Chen had been paying attention to Quanyuan's expression all the time, and he didn't miss her frowning just now, so he felt that although she didn't show it, she still cared about his father.

Chen Bo said: "Today Yuqing went to the hospital for a re-examination to remove the plaster cast, and told us not to tell if you didn't ask. He is saving face."

Quan Yuan hummed, but did not ask for specific details.

Uncle Chen was a little disappointed and helpless, but he felt that Quanyuan didn't ask because of face saving.

Didn't the young master tell his daughter to come back to see if she came back?I also brought the red wine that the young master likes.

The whole family was in the lobby when Quanyuan entered.Seeing her coming in, Quanyuan's father beckoned her to stand beside him.

He said to his wife and children: "You go to eat first." Then he turned to Quanyuan and said, "Push me to the reception room."

Quanyuan's stepmother said, "Let's talk about everything after eating."

Quanyuan's father said, "It's important, we'll eat later."

He glanced at the crowd again, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't He Zhe come over?"

Quanyuan's empress said: "I invited you yesterday, and said that the plane is leaving tonight, so don't bother me."

Quanyuan's father said, "Call him and tell him to come here now."

Quan Yuan had already walked behind the wheelchair, and frowned again when he heard He Zhe's name.His father seemed to be able to sense his mood, and said, "Let's go in first, I have something to talk to you about."

The author has something to say: the girls actually asked me why I rewrote it, what is there to ask... The reason is very simple, this is a disease!Ask for treatment OTZ

Don't you all feel that the rewrite is much better?None?None? !

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At least after the rewrite, it has now reached the third night... If it hadn't been rewritten, Quanyuan should still be struggling on the second night

↑No one has seen the sincerity of the author to delete the psychological drama to speed up the progress!

I'm so sad, I don't want to change the day

Shi Zai Kuai threw a mine

There will be rain in the next three days and a landmine will be thrown

That's it... The author went to find something to eat to appease the injured glass stomach.