After hearing this, Old Mrs. Wang frowned. A woman who is not confident and likes to suspect her men will definitely not be able to do anything.

Just now, seeing that Gao Xiuna was always posing with a bad face, Old Mrs. Wang couldn't help but worry about her granddaughter.

The old man couldn't help but teach: "Tongtong, remember to keep a good distance from Mr. Ji in the future. His wife is not a good-looking person. Don't cause unnecessary misunderstandings and troubles."

Mrs. Wang absolutely believes that her granddaughter will not interfere in other people's feelings, but in the entertainment industry, especially some unscrupulous gossip reporters, always like to make random arrangements for news.

The old lady was reluctant to let her granddaughter suffer grievances, so she could only persuade her to pay attention to her position and protect herself.

Jiang Ruotong nodded seriously and replied: "Grandma, don't worry, Mr. Ji and I are the Qingshui relationship between the boss and the artist, and there is nothing else."

Old Mrs. Wang rubbed the back of her granddaughter's hand and murmured: "Don't grandma still know your personality and personality?! Alas..."

Seeing that the old man was worried and sighing, Song Man stepped forward and handed the cut apple to Mrs. Wang, and said with a smile: "Grandma, Tongtong still has me next to her. If you have me, please feel free to be relieved.

Come on, eat a piece of apple, this is Aksu rock sugar heart, the taste is very good, try it!”

Old Mrs. Wang took a piece and took a small bite, squinted her eyes and nodded: "It's so sweet!"

"Yes?! Apples are delicious in Aksu. Tongtong loves to eat this variety, which is specially transported here, fresh enough!"

......

Song Man stayed in the hospital until afternoon before leaving.

Before leaving, she pinched her cell phone and said to Jiang Ruotong irritably, "I have become a full-time old lady. I look for me for everything. Even after going back, I was detained by the customs. I asked me for my face and ID photos. Oh, it's really..."

Jiang Ruotong waved her hand to Song Man and said, "Let's go slowly and don't send me off, mom!"

Song Man was so angry that she stamped her feet. While walking outside the ward, she called Ai Weiwei and asked her to drive over to the door of Hongfeng Hospital to pick her up immediately.

*******

The sun sets westward, and the magnificent fire clouds bloom in the sky with the last ray of afterglow.

The light golden dusk mist is like a layer of warm and soft plain yarn, gently covering the sky above the border town where southern Yunnan and Myanmar are intersecting.

In the air, there is a primitive and exotic style wandering around.

Wei Chun was wearing the Jingpo ethnic costume and was mingling among the crowds of people on the Baixiang Street of Friendship. His elegant face was refreshing, but his eyes, which reflected the afterglow of the sunset, were filled with shimmering waves.

This is a world full of surprises, as if it was a paradise!

Wei Chun felt for the first time, what is the door to the new world opening to him!

Although he could see the changes in history and eras through the barriers, he was just an ignorant spectator because he was unable to truly be in it.

Only by being in the scene, integrating into the surrounding environment and humanistic style, and participating in it can you truly feel the boiling and exciting emotions and power in your blood!

Wei Chun's heartbeats very quickly, with a little nervousness and excitement, walking slowly along the noisy and complicated streets.

Friendship Baixiang Street is a border material distribution center for trade between the people of China and Myanmar, and is also a lively place for cultural collision and exchange.

The dusk is about to close, and the road is full of lights towering into the clouds, and the street market is filled with a wide range of goods.

Jewelry, jade agate, high-end cosmetics from various countries, teak carvings, antlers, cow head jewelry, various jewelry, clothing, mountain delicacies, wild vegetables, rich seafood from the Bay of Bengal, fruits from tropical regions produced in different seasons, etc.

After nightfall, business is even more booming than during the day!

The lights in the street market are extremely bright.

The colorful neon lights outside the shops and shops compete for beauty.

During the day, guests who visited various scenic spots for a day were not afraid of the fatigue and fatigue of the journey. They rushed to the market like a tide to browse the scenery, eat and have tea, and have fun shopping.

Wei Chun stood in front of a row of restaurant shops, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva as he looked at the menu placed in front of the restaurant shop.

Pakistani Baba, Qingcheng spicy hotpot, Burmese coffee milk tea, Thai-style lemon tea, Jingpo barbecue, southern Yunnan-style snacks...

Just looking at the dishes and drinks pictures attached to the menu name makes people unable to help but make their index fingers move!

When he came out of the deep mountains and forests, the old Bai tribe gave him a pack of dry food. As for the "trash", it did not exist.

The old Bai couple has lived in the deep mountains and forests for most of their lives. They have always been self-sufficient and have never been involved in the world, so naturally they do not need to use money.

Wei Chun walked all the way to the border town and was already "out of ammunition and food".

He touched his shriveled pocket with a little helplessness. He was born in the royal family and never bowed his back for five dou of rice. He tasted the embarrassment and powerlessness of being short of money for the first time.

With the breeze at night, the aroma of oil that stimulates the appetite of tourists is coming and it is mouth-watering.

Wei Chun withdrew his gaze, endured the hunger and turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, a pleasant sound of piano came from a distance.

Wei Chun stopped and looked at the source of the sound along the sound of the piano.

It was a girl playing and singing an unknown song.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she had been infected by tobacco and alcohol for many years, and she felt a sense of sexual expression in the vicissitudes of life.

The girl was about the early twenties, wearing loose ripped jeans, and a black V-neck T-shirt tied into a knot around her waist. Her hair was slightly messy and scattered, covering half of her face.

I couldn't see the outlines clearly, and I could only vaguely see her blurry eyes and her relaxed lips.

In the Wei State where Wei Chun is located, he has skilled students and makes a living by relying on vocal music and dance music.

Wei Chun couldn't help but wonder, is this girl the same?

This idea just came out and was quickly verified.

Someone was throwing money into the cookie box next to the girl's microphone tripod.

There were also tourists who seemed to appreciate the girl's singing and stopped and sang with the girl while helping her beat.

Wei Chun's clear eyes seemed to be burning with the lights.

He walked towards the place where the girl set up a stall to sing. When he got closer, he saw clearly that there was a layer of not-so-thick banknotes in the biscuit box.

So is it so easy to make a living?

Wei Chun couldn't help but move.

But for some reason, when he thought of showing his skills to the world in the new world in exchange for money rewards, he still couldn't help but feel a little blushed and hot.

A little embarrassed!
Chapter completed!