chemical canal

Qinxiang was originally an inconspicuous small city, but with the rise of the fastener industry with local characteristics, it has become one of the best first-tier metropolises in the country in just 20 years.

Shen Shuyu felt that fortunately they used to live in an old neighborhood, and the urban planning here did not demolish it, otherwise he would not be able to remember the location based on the memory of the short few months here.

However, it was when Shen Shuyu brought Yin Xuanjing to the door of the house in his mind, and when he heard voices coming from the half-closed door, he realized that this place was no longer his home after leaving for so long.

"Let's go back!" Shen Shuyu paused for a while, turned around and walked down the stairs. He had forgotten that this was the house where his adoptive father's unit lived. Since he resigned, the owner of this place has already changed.

"Shu Yu..." Yin Xuanjing followed, seeing the lonely person, he couldn't help but wanted to hug him, but the fact was that he was interrupted by others before he could do so.

"Xiaoyu, I knew it was you." The person who came was a girl who looked about 23 or [-] years old, wearing a light blue dress with ruffled leaves, a shoulder-length pear flower perm with a crystal butterfly hair clip on it, Although she is not a beauty at first glance, she feels very generous and temperamental.

"You are... Xiaoya?" Shen Shuyu asked uncertainly after watching the girl chasing out to block his way.

"That's right, it's me." Nangong Ya smiled sweetly at Shen Shuyu, without any sense of alienation that she hadn't seen for a long time: "When I saw your back just now, I felt that I must know you, this is really you, Xiaoyu. "

Shen Shuyu also smiled back at her: "Xiaoya, long time no see!"

Nangong Ya chatted excitedly with Shen Shuyu, only to find that there was another person standing beside her: "Who is this handsome Xiaoyu?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Xiaoya is my friend Yin Xuanjing." Shen Shuyu patted Yin Xuanjing's shoulder and continued: "Ah Jing is my childhood friend Nangong Ya."

"Hello, Miss Nangong." Yin Xuanjing greeted her proactively.

"Hello!" Nangongya replied solemnly, but the style of painting changed in the next second, she pouted with some dissatisfaction and complained: "Xiaoyu, what is a childhood friend? Are we not friends now?" Actually Anyone who saw it knew that she was pretending to be angry.

"Ah?" Shen Shuyu was taken aback, he hadn't thought about this side, just when he was a little embarrassed and was about to make up for it, he felt Yin Xuanjing rubbing his hair.

"Shuyu is not very good at talking, Miss Nangong, don't mind too much."

Nangongya shook her head and smiled, and then said to Shen Shuyu: "My parents bought your previous house because the housing price was cheap, but the original decoration has been kept unchanged for so many years, Xiaoyu, what do you want? Don't go up and have a look?"

"This..." Shen Shuyu really hesitated after hearing Nangong Ya's words.

"Why are you being polite to me, go if you want!" Nangong Ya continued generously: "Don't say that this was your house before, shouldn't I invite you to come in as a friend? ?" After speaking, he directly pulled Shen Shuyu's arm and dragged him home.

"Xiaoya, I'll just go, don't pull, I'll go by myself." Shen Shuyu said helplessly, with Nangong Yala in front and Yin Xuanjing dragging her in displeasure, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Look, is this place exactly the same as back then?" Nan Gongya asked after pushing open the door of her house to welcome Shen Shuyu and the others into the house.

Shen Shuyu stood in the room, scanned all the things inside and nodded: "Yeah, almost nothing has changed." The familiar shoe cabinet, the familiar dining table, the familiar sofa... everything, everything is related to memory However, his sight finally stopped on a set of tea tables on the balcony.

"What's wrong with Shuyu?" Because Nangong Ya enthusiastically ran to make tea, Yin Xuanjing immediately stepped forward to support Shen Shuyu after noticing the slight change in his expression: "Are you feeling unwell again?"

Shen Shuyu shook his head when he heard the words, pressed the back of Yin Xuanjing's hand to indicate that he was fine, and then walked alone to the direction of the room he used to live in, but when he arrived, he stopped at the door instead of opening the door to enter.