"It's better to not be able to find anyone than to get actual bad news." Su Mu comforted him calmly.

"That's what you said." He picked up the champagne placed next to him, raised his head, and poured the liquid in the cup into his mouth like a beer.

"It's been so many years. If you want to say that I still have deep feelings for you, that's all a lie. Even if I think about it occasionally, I always feel it's a pity."

"Maybe it's because I'm older and know better, that I feel that the good man back then was really rare. He didn't have to say anything to his friends, his wife, or his children. When I was a kid, I could see his daughter next to me when I ran to the beach every day.

There are sand piles with different scenes, one for each day, never the same, good guy Uncle Yuan almost laid out a map of the world!"

As he spoke, he poured himself another glass of wine.

Looking at the degree on the champagne, Su Mu frowned.

This champagne is not intoxicating, but looking at Song Fuchang's behavior, I'm afraid he is not a good drinker.

Sure enough, before he drank his second cup, his face began to gradually turn red, and he also tended to speak a little too arrogantly.

After removing the wine glass, fearing that the person would be drunk after waiting for a while, Su Mu didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "What's that girl's name?"

"My name is... my name is... my name is Yuan Jinxin." Song Fuchang tried hard to recall, "It seems that this is the name. Uncle Yuan's daughter is quite withdrawn, and there were not many people who played well with her on the island when she was a child. In the past few years, I have also

I really don’t remember much.”

"Then does she have any obvious signs that can identify her?" Su Mu asked further.

Song Fuchang hesitated on this question for a long time.

It wasn't until Su Mu thought he was about to fall asleep that the already somewhat confused man seemed to find some clues from his hard thinking.

"I remember that Uncle Yuan used to do carving, and his skills seemed pretty good. He may have left some handmade products for his daughter. Besides... he can pile sand... does that count?"

What a fart.

Glancing at Song Fuchang, who seemed to be asking this question very seriously, Su Mu knew that he probably wouldn't be able to get any information related to this matter from him, so he passed the time and asked about other attractions.

The vehicle happened to pass by Xingzi Creek on the island, which is known as "the place where the morning star fell", and she asked casually: "What about Xingzi Creek? Is there a similar story?"
Chapter completed!