Begonia sleepless tonight

In the carriage, the police wrapped Tang Ya in the middle. She drooped her eyebrows, as if she had lost her soul.

"Is there a problem?"

It was the police's question that caught Tang Ya's attention. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Jiucheng who was holding the car door. The corners of her mouth moved, but she didn't say a word.

Will Master Jiu hate himself?

She had asked herself this question countless days and nights, but these were not important compared to her sister's happiness.

"In prison, if you reform well, you can reduce your sentence." Jiang Jiucheng said lightly, not for anything else, but for Tang Ya's friendship with Tang Yun.

The sisters of the Tang family can do everything for each other, but his brother wants to put him to death!
Tang Ya's gloomy eyes brightened a little, and she smiled feebly, "Thank you Jiu Ye."

Escorting Tang Ya's car away, Jiang Jiucheng lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, looking at the sky for a long time...

After driving for two days and one night, we arrived in Ganzi Prefecture in the southwest.

On a midsummer day, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the sun is shining brightly, but I feel the chill soaking into my heart.

"Ah!"

Shangguan Wanwan sneezed, rubbed her nose, and sat cross-legged in the tent with resentment rising, "It's a good life, but what are you fussing about? This place where the birds don't shit, if a wolf or something comes, we all have to Explain here!"

Feng Ze was standing in front of the tent, holding up the DSLR, "Kacha Kacha" snapped, "Sister, this place is so beautiful, it's almost to Tibet!"

Yan Ruyi held the tablet to check the map. This place is located in Kangding. How come there is a Kangding love song...

"Rest and rest, we will enter the village in a while." She was wearing a jacket and Martin boots, and the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold.

"What mountain do you enter? There are gold and silver treasures in the mountain? It's like a grave robber!"

Shangguan Wanwan complained all the way, but Yan Ruyi didn't care, after all, she still had many things to ask her for advice.

The three packed their bags, stuffed them into the trunk, parked the car on the side of the road, and walked into the village on foot.

The village under the expressway is surrounded by mountains, cold and hot alternately, and a faint layer of mist floats in the air.

It is beautiful and picturesque.

Yan Ruyi looked at his heart and felt empty. The buildings here are all white walls and black tiles, without the reinforced concrete of the city, and the smoke rising from the roofs, this is the fireworks in the world!
"Sister, stand still."

Feng Ze ran two steps forward, squatted down, raised the camera, adjusted the focus and pressed the shutter.

"nice!"

Looking at the photo, Feng Ze gave a thumbs up.

Yan Ruyi mullet roe, walked down the narrow path, there were people herding sheep on the mountain path, and the sheep stepped on stones and gnawed on dry grass.

The sheep were all goats, with pointed horns and brown fur.

"Old man, old man, please ask, do you know where Heiqiao's house is?"

Yan Ruyi approached and asked, the old man was wearing a padded jacket and dressed like a Tibetan, when he heard the black buckwheat, he quickly waved his hands and drove the sheep away.

"Heiqiao? You mean Heiqiao with a brain tumor?" Shangguan Wanwan hurriedly grabbed Yan Ruyi's clothes, "Are you going to report her?"

"What's wrong? Can't you?"

Yan Ruyi was puzzled. She saw it on the post bar. Heiqiao was from Ganzi Prefecture. He had no father or mother.

"It's not that it can't be done. Most of those posts are fake. Nowadays, people do everything to be famous!" Shangguan Wanwan pursed her lips, full of disdain.

Yan Ruyi smiled, "You use yourself as a reference?"

After finishing speaking, she walked away straight away, and Bo sympathized to leave her address and real name. There were no photos or videos of her appearance in the follow-up, and she didn't take pictures of anything. Why did she curse herself for being terminally ill?