C8 The Special Hotel Was Treated the Same Way

When they came around to the sugar shop, Baiyu of the Wei family was leaning against a willow tree, all alone, like a threadbare doll that Wei Qingyu had thrown away.

... This scene was a bit exciting and sad.

Jiang Tang thought of the hottest story of the tea house and saw the fox spirit. She remembered that Wei Baiyu seemed to like it and said that it could train one's courage.

"But isn't he very courageous? Wei Baiyu."

Ah Fu pursed his lips and didn't think too much about it, "That's Wei Baiyu from 1949. He's the one who took the ancestor of the Wei family to become the Nanyang warlord and told the yellow fish to fill up the money box."

Jiang Tang had a deep impression of him.

He had a normal appearance and wore a pair of round sunglasses. When he played with his abacus in front of the sun, he did seem mysterious. Ah Fu guessed that he wanted to get rid of her when he was drunk.

Just like how she had secretly gotten rid of the leader, Zhang Luyang.

Then... then she didn't inherit the position of warlord leader.

But what about Wei Baiyu? Jiang Tang tugged at the fur collar of her cotton shirt. She stood a distance away from Wei Baiyu, thinking that she should avoid arousing suspicion...

It was really hard for Wei Qingyu to pray.

"What about 1982?" she asked. After asking, she recalled that she had asked about it before. The timeline was very close to each other. Jiang Tang blinked foolishly. "I think recently..."

At the blind black house on South Street.

Ah Fu understood. Firstly, it was Wei Qingyu's wish, and secondly, it was Wei Baiyu's identity.

According to Jiang Tang's personality, she wouldn't be able to get along well with Wei Baiyu because of Wei Qingyu's wish.

This was what the blind black fortune teller did.

If he wanted to be a temple master, he would go back to the West Street. If he wanted to be a fortune teller, he would go back to the South Street. The neighbors in the South Street loved to talk about the story of Nanyang. When they were free, they could chat with him and broaden their horizons.

Jiang Tang really liked the atmosphere in the South Street.

There were beautiful green jasmine planted in front of the street. The fragrance of the plum blossoms was rich, and the thin snow was cold. It was like the light and bright moonlight on a summer night, gently covering the south street and the shops facing the street.

The night was as cold as ice.

Blacky came to pick her up on a Phoenix bicycle. He picked up the wrinkled suitcase in her hand and asked, "Has the orphanage collapsed this year? You actually think of my south street."

"The auspicious sign in your telegram is the wish of the Wei Family's Qingyu."

"I remember that Wei Baiyu has a good relationship with Wei Qingyu. I can understand you thinking of running away, but I didn't think that it would be Miss Fu's suggestion. Your trip is quite effective."

"Effective for what? She just wanted to take Wei Baiyu for herself."

"Then you're really unlucky. You lost both your wife and soldiers. But you still have me." Blind Black comforted.

Jiang Tang stood in the back of the car with her back bent. Her fingers pinched Black Blind's waist and they chatted for a while. She was sleepy and Black Blind didn't disturb her again.

His house was located in the deepest part of the alley in the south street.

The terrain was hard to find, and there was a winding path that was like a mountain path. It was a bit bumpy, and Jiang Tang was half asleep. She suddenly thought that she was still in the cabin of the ship.

Lady Fu of the Temple of Fortune was singing while holding her lute.

The clouds disappeared and the moon shone on people.

She was worried that there was a love debt in the world.

... The lingering song seemed to have drifted far away. When Jiang Tang opened her eyes in a daze, she blindly patted her head, "We're home, TangTang."

There was a broken moon hanging on the mountain peaks.

The starlight was dim, JiangTang squinted her eyes to get used to it, and finally saw the dark and blind home.

A thatched hut, like the one in Yizhou's Jin City, with a fence in front of it made of bamboo strips cut from green bamboo.

"I told you, the treatment of special hotels is real." Black Eyes raised his head.

This was his usual action of showing off. He said that this angle could highlight his handsome and elegant side profile. Jiang Tang felt that it was fake and indifferently carried her suitcase into the room.

"How old are you? Black Blind?"

Black Blind supported his expensive bicycle and kicked Jiang Tang's leg. "Call me Black Blind, call me Black Blind."

The treatment of the thatched house in the south street was not special at all.