Mu Yize wants to take Qinglan back, but Qinglan has never left Mu Tianxing and admiring in his life.

He looked at his brother, walked over, took his brother's hand and said, "I want to be with adoration."

Mu Yize hears the words, but he still respects the wishes of his children.

After all, the child is still young, now let him leave the familiar environment to a strange place, he must not accept.

Adore smiled and grabbed the hand: "I didn't want to be separated from you!"

Luo Tianling also smiled and said: "then you two go to the magic pavilion with Grandpa. How about Grandpa teach you to grow vegetables, raise chickens, raise ducks, and pick up eggs in the chicken coop? "

Qian Rong was hesitant, but when he heard that he was going to plant vegetables or something, he resisted.

At the moment, he didn't know that with Luo Tianling, even if he planted vegetables and raised chickens, he could learn a lot of ways to be a king.

He just turned around and ran to Ni Ziyang: "Grandpa, I'll go with you! Come back to mom and dad next month! "

Stay if it's for growing vegetables, he won't!

Ni Ziyang took his little hand and said, "OK."

This is the end of the world's eye-catching royal wedding, and the rest of the mess is to be sorted out one by one.

As for the pair who eloped happily, they let the taxi drivers drive all the way to Z City, then take a taxi from Z city to B city.

Mu Tianxing didn't bring his ID card when he came out. Linglie's ID card was brought but it can't be used. After getting off the car, the couple rented a very common house with a small yard, with only one room, one hall and one kitchen, and no bathroom.

When going to the toilet, there is a small house built of bricks and stones in the yard, which can only hold one person. It's a squatting pit.

They bought daily necessities in the local supermarket and went back, feeling like they were living a small life for ordinary people.

After working for a long time, I changed all the newly bought bed sheets and quilt covers, and Mu Tianxing fell asleep tired. Linglie smiled: "sorry, I can only live in such a house. I want to take you to a seven-star hotel, but my ID card will frighten others. "

Mu Tianxing waved his hand: "it doesn't matter. The ancient emperor also went on patrol in micro clothes. We should only experience the people's feelings this time."

Then she sat up like a chicken and looked at him: "but can't we go to a romantic place? New marriage, honeymoon, uncle! "

Linglie went to the bedside, rubbed her hair and smiled: "it's said that my grandfather and grandmother's place is city B. now we live in the suburb of city B, which is very secret. No one can find us. There is a mountain called Luoping mountain. It's said that there is a temple on the mountain that is very effective. There is also a bamboo forest. It's the place where grandpa proposed to grandma. There is a reservoir like the sea beside it. The surrounding river is also very famous and delicious. Let's have a good rest today. Tomorrow morning, we will take a bus up the road, burn incense in the temple, visit the bamboo forest, and then go down the mountain to eat all kinds of delicious river food. How about sitting on the dam of the reservoir and watching the sunset? "

Listen to his explanation, Mu Tianxing corner of the mouth: "Wow, so romantic!"

Lying back, pulling the quilt and closing his eyes, "it turns out that this is a journey to find roots."

Linglie drew the curtains for her, afraid that she would not sleep well in the strong light.

Last night, the driver drove all night. They slept all night in the car. It was very hard.

But she can rest, but he can't.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Just now they came here and ate some wonton and dumplings at the small stall in the market. Linglie knew for the first time that the roadside stall was this kind of taste, and it was very delicious.

Although he suffered a lot from childhood, when he was in Ziwei palace, he also demanded that everything be the most expensive and luxurious.

From the beginning, he was far away from the basic commonness, and now living in such a grass-roots rural suburb, he also felt that the gap between the rich and the poor in Ningguo was really great.

Linglie has something called excitement growing in his heart. It's not that he is excited to see others living in poverty, but that he is excited to see a lot of things he hasn't seen in the past.

I've been living here for a few days.

He was going to go out and think about how to make dinner with Xiaoguai. When he got out of the hut, he saw the landlady take a chair, white haired still standing on the chair, one hand collapsing a basket, the other hand reaching for the pomegranate fruit from the tree.

Linglie was frightened and strode forward to help others: "grandma, would you like to pick pomegranates? Come down, I'll help you. "

The landlord looked and was the tenant of his house. He immediately smiled and said: "thank you. You're tall. You'll have to pick one by one. "

Linglie stands under the tree. In autumn afternoon, the sun is golden.

Looking at the big pomegranate full of a tree, linglie smiled and took off some of them. He changed his position and then picked: "grandma, you live alone. Don't do this dangerous thing later. Don't your son's daughter-in-law work in the town and ask them to help when they come home. "

The landlord smiled: "we go to the town for two hours at a time. They all work in the brick kiln factory in the town. It's very hard. They only work five or six hours a day. Our Ningguo government is good. Even if I live at the foot of the mountain, I've been farming all my life, and I haven't given my pension to the country for one day. ”

almost all the places that linglie will be able to reach are almost picked.

Grandma's basket is full of three.

He thought that he would finish picking it for her at one time today, but Grandma hurriedly stopped her and said, "don't pick it. I'll take it to the market and sell it, and you can mend some household goods. If you pick them all and I don't sell them all, they're all broken. "

Linglie smiled: "your pension should be 500 yuan a month, right? The consumption here is not high. You have grown vegetables and raised chickens and ducks alone, which is enough for life. "

He went to the market once and knew that a bowl of delicious wonton here was only two yuan. The price was so low that he could not imagine it!

The prince living in the fairyland was suddenly pulled down from the world, which made him think deeply and fresh.

"I still have a little grandson. My son's daughter-in-law doesn't go home from work. My little grandson will eat better when he comes back from school. He is growing up." Grandma said, sighed again: "if I could live like a fairy in the bamboo forest of Luoping mountain, I would not have to work so hard."

Linglie chuckled: "Why are there immortals in the bamboo forest on the mountain?"

"Why not?" Grandma turned her head, looked at him, and whispered, "my wife is seven years old. She went to the bamboo forest with her father to pick bamboo shoots. She saw that man propose to that woman with a toy plane. When my wife was in her fifties, she went up the mountain to pick bamboo shoots and saw that man and woman again!"! You say that 50 years have passed, and their looks are still like that, not what are immortals? "