Zhou Qihuai stood at the gate of the Xiao family, looking at the streets full of age, and sighed heavily again.
In his previous life, he learned of his sister's death and was in a car accident on his way back. When he woke up, he traveled to this strange place.
Counting the days, it has been almost two months.
The background of this era is very similar to the 1980s in his country of China, and even some of the historical development trajectories are exactly the same.
He couldn't help but suspect that he was reborn in the 1980s.
And he also became Zhou Qihuai, the youngest son of the Zhou family in Beijing in the 1980s.
He is the second child in the Zhou family. He has an older brother and his family is well-off.
In addition, since he is the second child, he does not need to plan his life step by step or take responsibility for the fate of the family like his eldest brother.
Therefore, after traveling through time, he lived a very good life.
With his family pampering him and money to spend, as long as he doesn't do anything illegal, he can be a playboy for the rest of his life.
His family wouldn't say anything to him.
Gradually, he accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.
The only thing he cares about is his parents.
Suddenly one day, he heard someone humming the song "Waltz of Love" in Beijing.
Immediately, goosebumps appeared all over my body.
The trajectory of this world is the same as that of China.
So, the song "Waltz of Love" would never have appeared in the 1980s.
The only possibility is that the person singing this song is not from this world.
Are there other time travelers like him in this era?
He immediately thought of his dead sister, and a strong voice in his heart told him.
My sister must have gotten here too.
With this thought in mind, he could no longer sit still.
I immediately went to find out who was singing.
After going through untold hardships, they finally arrived in Qingyuan City and found the Xiao family.
I originally thought that I could meet that person today, but it turned out to be a wasted trip.
Zhou Qihuai is almost becoming autistic.
Who is that person? Is she his sister? No matter what, he must find her.
Du Meifeng was sneaking around in front of her own door, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she finally saw Zhou Qihuai leave.
"I have to give Meng Ning a message. Someone's looking for her everywhere right now. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing!"
She rushed out in a flash and bumped into Xiao Liangping who was coming back from outside.
Xiao Liangping helped her stand steadily, and was frightened to death.
"Slow down, you're pregnant, why are you acting like a child?"
Du Meifeng puffed out her cheeks and said, "Oh, I know my limits and won't hurt your son. I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go find someone quickly. Don't follow me."
She pushed Xiao Liangping away and ran away.
Xiao Liangping couldn't catch anyone he wanted to catch.
It's really infuriating and funny.
He had come back specially to accompany her, but that person didn't appreciate it at all. So, forget it, he didn't go into the house and went out again.
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Jiang Mengning wanted to eat seafood, so she went to the seaside pier with Huo Jinyan, where the freshest ingredients were available.
Qingyuan is a coastal city with so much seafood that you can eat until your mouth is blistered without feeling any pain.
Ordinary fishermen would go out to sea early in the morning and come back late at night to catch seafood, and then bring the harvested seafood ashore to sell.
The current marine ecological environment is very good. You can get crabs, clams, etc. by just going to the beach.
The species are very rich.
It was afternoon and many people selling seafood had gathered at the pier.
Various shouts and hawking sounds can be heard everywhere.
Huo Jinyan parked the car on the shore, and then he and Jiang Mengning got out of the car.
The sun was still quite bright, and Jiang Mengning put her hands in front of her forehead.
The eldest lady couldn't help but complain: "It's so hot."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow fell over his head.
Huo Jinyan stood beside her holding a black umbrella.
"Ha, you came prepared! Captain Huo, you even remembered to bring an umbrella when you came out. Did you think about going on a date with me today?"
She's starting to act naughty again.
"You are such a scheming person. But I really like it."
Huo Jinyan: "..." He wanted to say that this umbrella had always been in the car.
Forget it, let’s not talk about it. This misunderstanding is also good.
"Well, as long as you like it." Captain Huo had a smile on his face.
Jiang Mengning pinched the muscles on his waist in a frivolous manner and walked towards the seafood stall over there.
Huo Jinyan followed closely behind.
Jiang Mengning is really beautiful. Her skin is white and translucent under the sunlight.
She really looks like a fair, rich and beautiful woman.
In this day and age, there are cars to pick you up and drop you off when you go out, and people to hold umbrellas for you. It is hard for her not to attract other people's attention.
The people on the shore couldn't bear to take their eyes off Jiang Mengning when she arrived.
"What do you want to buy? Fresh big blue crabs, freshly caught from down there, still alive and kicking."
The seller fiddled with the motionless crab, and the crab immediately opened its claws and struggled desperately.
Crab: Even if I’m going to die, I’ll still pinch you to death.
Blue crabs are more expensive than ordinary crabs and their meat is sweeter.
The blue crabs here are all very big and look delicious.
It can be made into spicy crab or raw marinated crab, just thinking about it makes me drool!
Jiang Mengning had just come here and was ready to take a look around before buying anything.
If you buy this thing and don't take it home quickly, it will become unpalatable when it dies.
"It looks good, I'll buy it again later."
"Well, you can compare them. Only ours are the fattest ones."
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