After driving for more than an hour, I got off the highway and boarded the winding mountain road. The scenery on both sides gradually got rid of the previous monotony and boring, but became more beautiful and changeable. In the winter in the north, the wilderness is mostly white mountains and black water. However, white mountains and black water is not equivalent to boring. Under the careful carving of artificiality, it still makes people feel meaningful.

For example, when Dai Bingcheng whispered that Li Zhen had entered the vicinity of Jinghu Villa, he began to see pavilions and towers dotted on the rocks around him.

Those buildings should have a history of hundreds of years. Part of them were built by Manchus who originally lived here, and the other part was built by Han people who came out of the pass to hunt for gold in the 18th century. This area was home to high-ranking officials and tycoons for a long time, so most of the buildings were well preserved. Also, because the historical process of the "Western Affairs Movement" outside the pass was nearly half a century later than that of the south, the ancient buildings here were not demolished and damaged like the south - because people at that time had realized the importance of protecting local culture.

Half an hour later, the car got off the winding mountain road. So among a large deciduous forest, the corners of the flying eaves with green glazed tiles were picked out.

This scene made Li Zhen feel excited. In a trance, it seemed that he had crossed time and space to a peaceful and quiet ancient time. He met an ancient temple in the deep mountains, and perhaps he would hear the sound of a long bell ringing in the next moment.

But when the car turned a corner, all the feeling I had before disappeared. It was not because of anything else, but because of a surveillance device equipped with a camera standing on the side of the road. This modern creation suddenly appeared here, and the ancient meaning was diluted a lot.

Dai Bingcheng slowed down his car, and the car slowly drove into the automatically opened vermilion gate, along the path in the courtyard, through the frozen pool water on both sides, the snow-covered rockery, and finally stopped in front of the house.

"Arrival. Get off the car." Dai Bingcheng turned off the fire, and Li Zhen looked up at the mansion in front of him. He didn't know how many in and out of the house, but he could only vaguely see that there were many building communities behind the house. It was not small in size. They were all covered with green glazed tiles, vermilion door posts, wooden window frames, antique and non-reflective hard cellophane. There were air conditioning ventilation fans under some windows - but the thing was made of imitation wood, and it didn't feel any incongruous when put under the window. It looked like a small wooden pier.

He felt a sense of uncertainty in his heart, and it was hard to imagine that he would definitely grow up in this environment as easy-going and low-key as he usually looked.

The two got out of the car, and one young man drove away. The other middle-aged man went out. The man's appearance was definitely similar to that of Ying, because he was properly maintained and looked like he was about 40 years old.

He walked out the door quickly and greeted with a smile: "Director Dai, I thought you would be a little later."

Dai Bingcheng smiled and said, "The road conditions are good, there are few cars, so I started running." He then turned sideways and introduced: "This is Li Zhen."

Seeing that the man looked over, Li Zhen nodded: "Mr. Ying."

But the visitor was slightly stunned and laughed: "I misunderstood. Just call me Brother Ying - Mr. Ying is my father."

Dai Bingcheng also laughed and pointed to the person in front of him: "This is Ying Jueran's brother, Ying Zhaoran. I don't have that much face to welcome Ying Gong."

Finally, after talking about the Shennongjia incident, Ying Zhaoran looked at Li Zhen and shook his head slightly: "The reputation is worthy. It turns out that it is better to meet someone than to be famous."

Li Zhen made herself look a little shy and smiled: "This... is the result of everyone's joint efforts. I can't do anything alone."

But Ying Ran smiled meaningfully: "It's not just this."

Li Zhen heard it a little puzzled, but the other party picked up the cup and drank a sip of tea, and stopped saying more. The sentence was a bit stupid, and Li Zhen felt even more strange. Of course, the other party's attitude was also strange. Although there is no such thing as "severe and divorce" in this society now, there is no need for the other party to act like "respecting the name for a long time" and "admiring it"... After all, he is just an executive.

Although he is a Class A abilities with many impressive results, people with such status will not plan to become close friends with them just because of such a thing?

This is really weird!

He could hardly help but want to ask what was going on, but the sound of opening the door came from the other side of the living room. Li Zhen and Ying Zhaoran looked in the sound and a familiar figure appeared at the other end of the living room.

That was actually determined.

He still looked like he used to be, but the expression on his face seemed a little cold. He frowned slightly and glanced at the two people in the living room, and finally locked his eyes on Li Zhen.

Ying Zhaoran showed a nervous and anxious attitude in front of Li Zhen for the first time. He stood up and called out softly: "Realan, why are you coming out? Are you getting better?"

But Ying Ran looked at him gloomyly, let out a cold snort, and then walked over step by step.

Li Zhen also stood up and tried to shout: "Brother Ying?"

He could see Ying Jueran's abnormality. This was the first time Li Zhen saw this gloomy look. Ying Jueran walked up to him and stopped, frowned: "I... seem to remember you."

Li Zhen thought for a while and asked, "Do you remember other things?"

Ying Ran looked him up and down, raised his hand and knocked his head: "You are...you are...you are..."

He frowned while saying that, and at the end the two eyebrows were almost twisted together and connected into a shape. Ying Zhaoran quickly comforted: "If you can't remember, don't think about it first, don't..."

But before he could finish his words, something he was worried about happened. Ying Jian suddenly widened his eyes, a little orange light flashed through his pupils, and then he let out a depressing moan: "I can't remember - I can't remember!"

Then dense dark black tiny scales appeared on the back of his hand, which kept appearing and disappearing like a tide, making people feel numb. Ying Zhaoran hurriedly avoided the side and said hurriedly: "He is going to hit someone - Li Zhen, be careful!"

But Li Zhen did not dodge, but instead took a step forward and grabbed Ying Jueran's hands and tightened them tightly, pushing him back five or six steps, sitting on the row of wooden chairs opposite him. He stared at his eyes again, and a small electric spark burst out from his fingertips, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Ying!"

Ying Jueran met him, then suddenly became stunned, moaning and roaring in his throat, and he stopped talking.

After a long time, he said blankly: "What are you...?"

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Chapter completed!