According to the address, Liangjiazhuang is in the same direction as the northwest trip.
Even if I go to check it out and then hit the road, I can still meet up with Song Li and the others.
It's just that Han Wu wrote a sentence on the file, which is a bit confusing.
He said that Liangjiazhuang disappeared.
Within three months after Liang Yihuan disappeared, dozens of households in Liangjiazhuang disappeared from their original locations overnight, leaving no trace.
Han Wu tried to find clues, and everyone who had entered Liangjiazhuang or had contact with the Liang family seemed to have lost their memory.
Even his own grandmother, the old lady who personally took him to the Liang family to watch the opera, laughed at him.
Grandma said, where does Liangjiazhuang come from?
I have never heard of such a place.
It must be a fictional place created by children who love to imagine.
"Is human memory really unreliable?
There was a time when I also suspected that all of this was a dream.
The little girl who liked to wear white clothes and the Liang family with their big courtyard were not real.
Until I met her again.
Liang Yihuan.
No, she should be called Ning Huan.
When Liang Yihuan grew up, she had complete amnesia like those people.
She couldn't recognize me.
She thought she was Ning Huan, an abandoned orphan.
She didn't know she had another name.
Liang, meaning, joy. " Bang, a slap, this suddenness successfully woke me up from the silence in the file text.
I looked up in panic, and Yu Zhongli smiled mischievously: "Ah ha, there must be something ulterior to look at so seriously, right?"
With a stinky face, I closed the documents, packed them, and stuffed them into my backpack again.
Yu Zhongli came over from the side, stretched out his hand and stuffed something greasy into my mouth.
I frowned and evaded: "What are you doing?"
"Chicken drumstick, how good I am.
I will give you the only drumstick to eat.
How great.
Don't be too moved."
The slender eyes were crooked, the corners of the mouth were slanted, and the artist's dignified temperament was gone.
At this moment, he was just a passable person.
"A chicken has two legs."
Idiot.
I rolled my eyes, picked up my backpack and walked out.
Without further ado, the situation in the northwest is urgent.
I should hurry up and hurry up, deal with ghosts along the way, and then find the Liangjiazhuang if possible.
Who am I and where do I come from?
I never considered myself an abandoned orphan before, just like the hundreds of children in the orphanage, nothing special.
And now, I'm getting curious.
Liang Yihuan, this name has been deeply imprinted in my mind and heart from this moment on.
I want to know the truth.
"Hey, why are you in such a hurry to finish your dinner?"
Yu Zhongli wrapped half of the chicken in leaves and chased me all the way.
I was so noisy that I couldn't pull off a piece of chicken and ate it while walking.
After I finished eating, he spontaneously handed it to me.
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In this way, I set foot on the Northwest together with an art-loving guy.
But on the other side of the Dao Sect, it was a different scene.
Daomen, on the field.
Li Lin hid in the field with Xiao Ba.
Xiao Ba shrank his short neck and lowered his voice and asked, "How come those little devils didn't come after them?"
Li Lin lay comfortably on a piece of dry mud, ignoring the dust on the mountain.
He glanced ahead and said, "No."
He added nonchalantly: "So what if I chase you?
I'm just a bunch of little carrots.
I can still eat you."
Little Carrot Head refers to a group of little Taoist children with an average age of about ten years old in the Taoist sect.
Ever since the eight-hundred-year-old turtle Xiaoba appeared, they have regarded them as the most novel and interesting toy.
Xiaoba can talk, blow bubbles, spray water, and do more interesting tricks, which brings great fun to the little ones.
The northwest support team left for three days, and Xiaoba was chased for three full days.
He started to hate his short legs and wished he could grow hundreds of legs like a centipede.
All in all, Xiao Ba had been frightened and frustrated these past few days.
When he heard Li Lin's salty tone, he immediately became very angry.
He stared at him with mung bean eyes and went over to scratch him with his little paws.
Li Lin took a breath, turned his head and said, "You are attacking the police, and it's against you."
Xiaoba twisted his neck and said: "You are just making sarcastic remarks.
You are so bad.
Have you forgotten what Sister Ning Huan told you?
She asked you to take good care of me."
Every word has a strong impact.
It's a pity that people didn't really listen to it, but rather enjoyed it.
Li Lin sneered: "When did she tell me such a thing?
Are you sleepy?
Let me touch you."
Xiao Ba slapped the hand away and shouted in humiliation and anger: "Young Master Fart has not closed his eyes for three days.
Damn it.
I have lived for eight hundred years and seen strong winds and waves.
None of those breaking winds and waves are as bad as those."
A group of little devils is scary” "Wow, I found it.
I saw Xiaoba here."
Just as he was talking, a familiar childish voice sounded.
Xiaoba's posture stiffened for a moment, and he heard more voices one after another.
"Ah, Xiaoba" "Everyone rush" Xiao Ba's green face turned pale, and his body trembled.
He looked at Li Lin helplessly, his lips trembling: "Come on, come on, come on."
Li Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "If I were you" "What, what should I do?"
"It will run smoothly"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoba's four short legs seemed to have stepped on hot wheels, and he started flying across the fields.
"Oh, he ran away.
Let's chase him."
"Chase, catch Xiaoba" A turtle is in front, and a group of people are chasing after it.
This scene of running under the golden sun looks so exciting and thrilling.
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Li Lin squinted his eyes for a while and murmured: "The war against the Japanese was nothing more than that, Xiaoba, take care of yourself."
He patted the dirt on his body, turned around and walked out.
Not far away, I saw a man practicing martial arts with his upper body bare in an open space.
It's really about practicing kung fu, standing in a horse stance, punching out, withdrawing punches, and kicking.
The boring movements are repeated over and over again, and sweat drips down.
Bai Ming'an.
Li Lin's sharp eyes narrowed.
Isn't this the man Ning Huan has a crush on?
By the way, I heard from the Taoist acupuncturist that Bai Ming'an was injured and his previous abilities were gone.
That’s why I train so hard, maybe because I want to regain my previous prestige.
Li Lin's gaze was not concealed and quickly disturbed the people practicing over there.
Bai Ming'an turned sideways and looked over, his tired black eyes were deep and waveless, but like the surface of the sea hiding deep undercurrents.
Sweat fell from his black hair, slid down his smooth chin, and slid over his lean waist.
Li Lin showed a naughty smile: "Sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now."
Turning around, he was stopped.
"You are a detective, right?
If you can, please be my sparring partner.
My name is Bai Ming'an."
Li Lin paused and turned around: "Li Lin, it's okay to be a sparring partner, but I need a reason."
Fragments of sunlight shine on Bai Ming'an's hair.
His gaze is as firm as a rock.
His black eyes are slightly thin but handsome.
He clearly has a refined temperament and extraordinary aura about him.
"What's the reason?
I want to chase my woman
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