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When they arrived at Taiyuan, Jiang Shang Zhou returned the car. She couldn't possibly drive all the way back to Beijing.

When she was away from Chang He, Chang He didn't say anything about contacting her. He just wrote her the address of a blog and said, "Welcome to the folly's house. You'll see a lot of photos, including those you've seen."

She smiled and wrote him the address of her blog. She said: "My blog is not so happy, you will not digest it."

Chang He smiled and carefully placed the note into his wallet.

The two parted without waving their hands.

Mature men and women, fortuitous encounters, seems to be like this.

At the airport in Shunyi, Huang Fen was already waiting for her.

"Sister Huang!" She greeted him warmly.

"Let's go!" Huang Fen smiled and did not say anything else as she picked up her bag and walked to the front.

Huang Fen had managed the warehouse in the factory in the early days, so she was extremely organized. Because of her family connections, after the factory went into a recession, she decided to come out and help her with her housekeeping. For a person like her who didn't visit home all day, she really needed someone who was at ease to look after her.

When they got into the car, she asked, "Is Anthea okay?"

Huang Fen buckled up her seat belt and smiled. "She's still like that!"

Upon hearing the word "still like that", Jiang Shang Zhou was relieved. Wasn't Anthea's "still like that" just because the sun was shining?

Huang Fen said, "Director Yao came back for half a day and left again. He probably came back for a meeting!"

"Oh!" Jiang Shang Zhou replied, indicating that he understood.

Not knowing when, she and Yao Zhuang had both become quiet. One person was busy with work, the other was busy with work. He was concerned about his group, and she was concerned about her well-being. There was a paragraph, he said, don't do it, find a relaxed place to hang it up, make a beauty soup every day, want to walk around and ask a sister out with you, isn't this a very comfortable life?

After all, sometimes she was as tired as a dog. But thinking that she had a lot of time to spare, and that she would have to deal with him when she was free, and speak politely to different people, she backed down.

She still wanted to be like the wind.

Seeing that she was unmoved, he stopped persuading her.

Having lived together for so many years, how could he not know the other party's personality?

However, people who weren't with their elders would really be born once they were left alone. Now he didn't worry about her, and she didn't worry about him. She had Huang Fen at home, and a colleague at work, and so did he, serving as a hotel. Sometimes it occurred to me that an ordinary couple might have had a more intimate time of it, stirring up a pot of water every day.

She was forty-two years old. How was their retirement? When they're no longer busy...

Thinking of this question, she suddenly felt at a loss. Was he traveling around with her? Was it the cheers, the laughter?

They had not embraced for a long time, neither the comfort of flesh nor the communication of spirit.

However, they had a tacit understanding that when facing outsiders, everything would be done smoothly. When there were no outsiders, they could be considered to have a tacit understanding. That was, before going to bed, she would read a book, while he would also read a book. Then, he turned off the light and said, "Go to sleep!" She would sleep, and then he would lie down or go to his own room.

She sometimes had an impulse, but when she saw his body, she suddenly felt discouraged. It was that she couldn't love him. The way he looked at her was also fraught with difficulties.

Maybe many couples, she thought, were tired of each other's bodies over time.

These things cannot be said to anyone. But she knew she wanted to be held.

When he got home, he saw that Anthea had left her a note saying that she had homemade double-breasted milk in the fridge and that he wanted her to savor it and give her a thumbs-up.

She obediently tasted her daughter's double skin milk.

She was grateful that the marriage had given her such a lovely daughter.

He turned on his computer and processed the emails from the past few days. While rummaging through her purse, she saw the note Chang He had given her. She logged in and collected the web address.

What a blog!

A lot of photos, a lot of words.

Just like Xu Xiayan's travel notes, she would remember wherever she went. From the casinos in Lake Ontario to the abandoned old streets in the mines, from a white woman pushing a triplet cart to a rural family planning sign in Henan, he filmed it.

What was interesting was his commentary. He said, "There are about a dozen other residents on this street called Kouquan, all of them old people. According to them, there was a tofu chef who lived in this building, and he was a bachelor. One day, he picked up an old man who was on the verge of freezing to death on the street and said," Anyway, I don't have a father, so just be my father. The old man was extremely grateful. While his son was out on the streets selling tofu, he thought of what he could do to help. However, as he was cleaning up the millstones, the ground suddenly caved in. He fell down, hurt a little, and sat on two jars of silver. Later on, people said that the heaven felt that the filial piety of the bachelor, gave him two jars of silver yuan. This house was built with that silver. Everyone take a look, doesn't this overgrown grass yard look quite grand today? "

In this series, there are old medicine stores, old Xinhua bookstores, funeral parlors, and a supply and marketing club site with the words "Serve the People." He noted that the owner of the old drugstore was a famous local doctor, but that he had died in the soup he had concocted. The locals said that the one who had made the medicine was his niece, and that the girl's mind was not on the medicine, but on the shop assistant.

Also related to the shopkeeper was his legend. He had used his family's wealth to redeem a popular prostitute, resulting in that woman being unable to bear children for the rest of her life. What people still lamented was how small the woman's feet were, how long her white stockings and black shoes were, how meticulous her leggings were, and how, even to the day of her death, there was not a single speck of dirt under her fingernails.

At the end of the series, he said, There are several other houses with styles and stories like this. Can you help prove whether or not there is any value in being a local tourism project? The title was "A Hundred Years of Time in the Old Mining Area".

He also said that once resources are dug up, people must live on. Since they have sold resources in the past, they might as well sell culture in the future!

He had also taken two photographs of the wine, a very earthy package, with red yellow letters on the bottom. "This wine is very good, 18 dollars a bottle. I bought a case and put it in the trunk," he said. "The locals say that the brewing was done on purpose, but they can't sell it for any good price."

Seeing this, Jiang Shang Zhou couldn't help but laugh. This man was truly interesting, as if he could find happiness in the life of any stranger.

In his blog, he also wrote about his own life. He patted the grill and said that the meat was cured, but his friends were late. He also smacked the oiled plate under the grill, which he said was very difficult to wash. He didn't usually use detergent, but would pour in some flour and mix it with animal fat so that he could make a biscuit, which was economical and convenient.

He also photographed the forest across the street from his house. It was a forest in the center of the city, a forest after rain, red leaves, green leaves, yellow leaves, everywhere wet.

It was a small town called Aberdeford.

He had also photographed the Catholic church, which he said was where friends often gathered, in another city, Quebec City, of course.

"..."

Closing the computer, Jiang found out that she had spent an hour and a half on a blog.

Perhaps, she thought, it would be fun to travel with such people.