On a train going south.
This high-speed train starts from Yanjing and ends at Gusu City North Station.
"Awei, is Xiao Yang still in Gusu?" It was still three hours away from Gusu City. In the business car, Mr. Jiang asked his grandson who was accompanying him on his retirement home.
After taking root in Yanjing for decades, almost all of his descendants moved there with him.
But after retirement, Mr. Jiang no longer wanted to stay in Yanjing.
He wants to go back to his hometown.
My parents’ graves are in my hometown.
When I was young, I never had time to spend with my parents.
Now, he has time.
He doesn't know how much he has left, but he can use it to accompany his parents for the rest of his life.
"Grandpa, wait a minute, let me ask." Ah Wei called.
After the call was connected and hung up, Ah Wei smiled and said, "Grandpa, Yang Fan is still in Gusu."
Although the call was not to Yang Fan, Ah Wei had many ways to know whether Yang Fan and his party were still in Gusu.
"It's no use being here, we can't catch up." Mr. Jiang looked out the car window with some regret.
The train is running very fast, just like the pace of the motherland, hurried and steady.
After hesitating for a moment, Ah Wei left his seat and went to the intersection of the carriages to make a phone call.
After making the call, Awei had a smile on his face.
"Grandpa, although we can't make it in time, Yang Fan knows that you are going to Suzhou, so he told someone to tell us to go to Fengqiao for a surprise." Sitting next to grandpa, Ah Wei said to Mr. Jiang with a smile.
"Oh?" Mr. Jiang was shocked: "What's the surprise?"
Could it be that Yang Fan wanted to include him in the painting just like he did with Wang Tingshan
Ah Wei smiled and said, "I don't know either. You'll know when you go there."
After sunset, the train finally stopped at Gusu City North Station.
After that, after checking into the hotel, Mr. Jiang couldn't wait to have dinner, so he was anxious to see the bridge Yang Fan mentioned.
Yang Fan and his party had already boarded the plane and were preparing to fly to Hailing.
He did not stop in Susu for Mr. Jiang and chose to keep the same itinerary.
Ah Wei was a little dissatisfied with this. His grandfather was very old. When he retired and returned to his hometown, he deliberately passed through the unfavorable city of Gusu just to meet Yang Fan.
As a result, Yang Fan ignored him and continued his long vacation trip.
"Mr. Jiang, we passed that bridge when we were playing with Xiao Yang. They were still taking photos on the bridge at that time. When he left Xishan today, he said that he could not do everything in his family and his country. He could only take care of his family and let me I said sorry to you, and then sent me a photo taken on the bridge, saying that I could take you to see it. I don’t know what the intention is, but I think there should be a surprise, and Xiao Yang won’t let it go.” Wang Tingshan is now a popular figure in Gusu City. He is responsible for receiving Mr. Jiang, and they take a car together to the bridge near the Miaoli Puming Pagoda Courtyard.
In the photo, the wall of the ancient bridge occupies the most space, and the remaining scenes of the river, sky, earth, etc. are pitifully small.
After Jiang Lao and his party arrived at the ancient bridge, thousands of lights were already on, and the ancient bridge spanned the river.
There are many bridges in Gusu City, including countless antique bridges.
This arch bridge is ordinary in Gusu City, but because of Yang Fan's photo, Wang Tingshan and others felt that it seemed to have spirituality.
The ancient bridge is not only small, but also rarely passed by cars and horses. It is not a bridge on the main road.
Standing on the bridge, Mr. Jiang and his group looked at the photos to find the original scene.
After finding it, several people looked around and found nothing special.
Several people also looked at the distant and close shots, and even the side shots.
"There are no words, right?" Ah Wei asked strangely.
Wang Tingshan shook his head: "Xiao Yang doesn't know how to carve characters, even though this bridge is not an ancient cultural relic."
As he spoke, Wang Tingshan held the railing with both hands and looked down the river.
At this sight, his eyes lit up.
There is a recess on the outward side of the railing wall, and a children's card is stuffed in the recess.
Wang Tingshan quickly leaned out half of his body, stretched out his hand and took out the children's card from the groove.
The people next to him were startled at first until they saw a card in Wang Tingshan's hand.
"Tingshan, what is this?" Mr. Jiang asked.
Ah Wei also poked his head over to take a look curiously.
The cards are very beautiful and should be something for children to play with.
"Master Jiang, this is what Xiao Yang left for you." After reading the words on the card, Wang Tingshan was amazed and handed the card to Mr. Jiang.
He was amazed not only by the words on the card, but also by Yang Fan's spontaneity and boldness.
In addition, Wang Tingshan even felt that Yang Fan might have left words elsewhere, but no one knew about it.
Just like this card, if Wang Tingshan hadn't mentioned Mr. Jiang's arrival to Yang Fan today, Yang Fan probably wouldn't have given him the photo. It would have been impossible for him and Mr. Jiang to know that there were words hidden here.
As for this card, Wang Tingshan was sure that Yang Fan had stayed before today.
Because Yang Fan has been staying in Taihu Lake today and has never been to the city.
"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. "
Mr. Jiang's eyes were fixed on the words on the card. He was not as powerful as a dragon or a phoenix, but the spontaneity and publicity in it were clearly visible.
"Xiao Yang and his family stayed here the night before yesterday. At that time, the cold air had not subsided. It was like autumn and winter. When I woke up in the morning, I could see frost." Wang Tingshan sighed. He didn't know whether Yang Fan meant it or not. Mr. Jiang's real name was "Jiang Feng".
"What an unexpected surprise." His eyes were on the card for a long time. After taking it back, Jiang Feng seemed to be several years younger.
After seeing "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge", Ah Wei was no longer dissatisfied with Yang Fan.
When you pass by a mountain city one day, you must make a special trip to visit and express your gratitude.
Soon, the elders in the Yanjing circle saw the words Yang Fan left for Jiang Feng.
"Sister, have you said hello to your grandson-in-law in advance?" An elder asked Old Mrs. Wen. The wonderful words behind the words that came from Gusu City today are confusing.
"No, I just sent a message to Thirteen, saying that Lao Jiang has wanted to see Xiao Yang for a long time and passed by Gusu City today." Mrs. Wen was also confused.
When she received the news from there, she felt like she was hearing a story, which was not true at all.
This Yang Fan relies too much on his talents. A poem full of spiritual energy was casually placed on a bridge in a busy city. If Jiang Feng doesn't go there today, if she doesn't tell her granddaughter about it, this poem will probably be lost forever. Hidden in that bridge, hidden from the light of day.
Thinking about it, Old Mrs. Wen was frightened for a while. She didn't regard bean buns as solid food.
Air Zero.
Twelve’s special plane has already reached an altitude of 10,000 meters.
There is a kitchen on the plane, and Yang Fan is preparing to cook it himself.
When they left, Miss Mei gave them some wild poultry.
On the plane, Yang Fan asked Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue to kill a duck for dinner.
The two sisters didn't dare, and they bargained with Yang Fan for a long time. In the end, they couldn't negotiate, so they had to catch one, and after bleeding it, they brought it over with pride.
Looking at the wild bird, Yang Fan asked the two sisters: "When you killed it, did it scream?"
After glancing at her sister, Liu Qianqian said, "Calling."
Yang Fan asked: "Do you know what it is saying?"
The Liu sisters were confused: "I don't know, what did it say?"
"It's saying, I'm a goose, I'm a goose."