January 27th, at one o'clock in the afternoon, at the station.

It is very lively here on weekdays, but today because of the winter festival, there are no people around.

Several police cars were parked in a nearby open space.

A young man stood on the platform with his hands in his pockets, watching the snow on the distant mountains.

"Mr. Qin..." Yibui Youxian stood beside the open space silently for a long time before saying to the man standing on the platform: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah." Qin Wenyu turned her head and looked at her, "I still have some things to do."

"But...they, everyone... are you okay? I remember Mr. Qin said that the cave is an unknown place..." Yi Chui Youxian's long hair danced in the wind, and his voice was carried by the wind into Qin Wenyu's ears.

"It's fine." Qin Wenyu said with certainty.

With the scale of those tourists, the gray-level curse dare not show any abnormalities.

There are probably two outcomes.

The first one is that the curse in the cave is passive, and it cannot restrain its abnormality after people enter it. If this is the case, it will be directly obliterated by the power of reality.

As for the second type... It sensed the influx of a large number of people, hid its own weirdness, and then... settled the accounts of the Great Tibetan Township.

This festival has been destroyed, the fate of Dazang Township depends on their own luck.

Qin Wenyu has no feelings for everyone in Dazang Township, including sympathy.

They themselves deceived all the people who came to Great Tibet Township to play in this way. Such a result should be in their estimation, right?

Qin Wenyu thought without any psychological burden.

When the train arrived, it brought a wind and snow all the way, which made Qin Wenyu's hair messy.

He waved to Ibuki Yuzuru: "Goodbye, Miss Ibuki."

Yibuki Youxian stared at him blankly, feeling suddenly empty in his heart, what he wanted to say didn't turn into words, it also turned into a goodbye.

"Be careful all the way, Mr. Qin..."

Qin Wenyu looked at her seriously: "Miss Yibuki, if you encounter any problems, you can ask me for help."

He thought carefully about the weight of Ibuki Yuxian finding him in the snowy night.

If it weren't for her kindness, the best result for me that night would be frostbite and necrosis of my limbs.

So, he made the biggest promise.

"Goodbye, Miss Ibuki."

Qin Wenyu said goodbye again, turned and boarded the train.

The train came whistling with the cold wind, and then left gracefully in the snow.

It was quiet on the platform, only the "Dazang Township" stop sign swayed by the wind.

Ibuki Yuzuru was still standing there.

The sound of the train whistle seems to be heard in the ear.

Where did Mr. Qin go, and what is he going to do now?

She didn't ask, and Qin Wenyu didn't say anything.

The senior yarn weaving from the museum laughed at her and told her to take Qin Wenyu down, but senior yarn weaving didn't know.

Her feelings for Qin Wenyu have never been love.

Although Mr. Qin is handsome and fair-skinned, it's not because of these things that she is willing to help him and follow him.

It was not because Qin Wenyu was a good person or something strange.

She likes to follow him because she likes to peek into his eyes.

He never took it for granted.

She could feel a different kind of contradiction from Qin Wenyu.

He has a very precise grasp of the facts and the development of the situation, but he seems to be ignorant of some rules of interpersonal communication.

So that every time she apologized, he would take it seriously in his heart.

Yibu Youxian hadn't noticed that she was always apologizing subconsciously, but...after meeting Qin Wenyu, she noticed it.

Because she found that Qin Wenyu would really think about what went wrong, and then tell her in detail, so there is no need to feel sorry.

He's seriously weird and cute.

Another gust of wind with snowflakes blew by, bringing with it the dark fragrance hidden in the mountains.

The train has gone away.

These few days were like a continuous dream, Qin Wenyu appeared in her life in a strange way, but the trip stopped abruptly and disappeared again.

Maybe in this life, she will never see him again.

But these memories are worth cherishing.

At this time, Yibuki felt a vibration coming from his mobile phone.

She took out her mobile phone, opened it, and saw a picture of her being sent.

"Plum blossoms are blooming, Miss Ibuki."

The sender is Qin Wenyu.

Yibui Youxian smiled, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, put his hands behind his back, and jumped two brisk steps.

"I smell...Mr. Qin."

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Click——

Click, click——

The flash of the camera is reflected on the clear and bright marble, and between the luxurious pillars of the 15-meter-high theater hangs a huge banner-Gaoqiao Art Theater Classical Concert Opening Reception.

The guests included not only celebrities from all walks of life, but also political and business celebrities. Among them, there was a heated discussion about saving the grand theater newly invested and built by the Takahashi chaebol.

However, the person surrounded by reporters was a woman.

Takahashi Uzuki, the head of the Takahashi chaebol, the beloved daughter of Takahashi Mahatma.

She will appear here, not only because this is an industry funded by the Takahashi family, but she is also a prodigy with superb skills and extraordinary talent, who served as the principal violinist of this concert at the age of twenty-five.

Today, the Eldest Young Lady is dressed elegantly, with a simple but luxurious white evening dress wrapping her slender waist, with the most ladylike smile on her lips, she is like a dazzling star in the crowd under all the flashing lightsBlooming light.

The host of the reception promoted the overall process, and the guests were full of joy and laughter.

At this time, Miss Uzuki Takahashi suddenly signaled to the master of ceremonies and handed the microphone to herself.

After being stunned for a moment, the emcee respectfully handed her the microphone.

The media who had noticed this scene for a long time turned the camera on her.

The Eldest Young Lady just smiled and waited for the dinner to quiet down before speaking.

"Everyone, I have something to announce."

"I will permanently resign from the position of principal violinist and will not participate in the following concerts."

There was an uproar in the arena.

"Permanent? Miss Takahashi, do you have other pursuits?"

"Miss Takahashi, is this the decision you just made?"

"Is this decision related to the recent high-level job change of the Takahashi chaebol?"

"Miss Takahashi is going to return to the family and help the family business?"

"..."

The next series of questions poured into Takahashi Uzuki's ears, but they had nothing to do with her.

Escorted by the bodyguards, Uzuki Takahashi left the theater. When the bodyguards wanted to follow up, she stopped her.

"For the next few days, I want to have my own space."

The bodyguards looked at each other. Since last year, Uzuki Eldest Young Lady has had this inexplicable alone time.

Strangely, even the master agreed to this.

The leading bodyguard could only bow and say, "Yes, miss, please pay attention to your safety. If necessary, please press emergency help, and we will arrive immediately."

At this time, Uzuki Takahashi had changed into a luxurious evening dress, wearing the most common winter clothes, wearing a white wool cap and flat glasses. Apart from her temperament, she was still somewhat extraordinary, and she did not look like the chaebol lady. .

She stopped a taxi and walked away without looking back.