Chang Ping looked forward and asked, "The people in your circle probably don't like Si Sheng very much, right?"

"No inquiry."

"A person like Si Sheng will not be famous for a long time."

Concubine Xu capped the bottle cap, sneered, and echoed: "It's quite silly."

She lived in Si Sheng's shadow for the whole year.

The company created her characters all towards Si Sheng.

She did make a lot of bonuses with Si Sheng.

However, she hates being the shadow of others and inevitably hates Si Sheng.

but--

There is always a time when Si Sheng falls.

*

On the road, I used dry food to solve breakfast. Si Sheng took a rest in the car for a while. When she took off her blindfold, the sun was shining outside.

After opening the car window, she leaned over and squinted her eyes comfortably in the oncoming wind. The Gobi desert was all over the sight. The Buddha stretched his wings in the air and followed the convoy all the way.

Feng Zichen noticed something strange and said, "Sister-in-law, are you awake?"

"Um."

"Brother Wen said, there is a place to settle down ahead, let's go for lunch first."

"Um."

Si Sheng agreed.

It's March now, the temperature is not high, and the wind is very comfortable. After Si Sheng was a little more awake, he took out a notebook, pulled a pen, lowered his head to write and draw, his eyebrows sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, and most of the time he was pondering.

Feng Zichen focused on driving, not paying attention to her movements.

Otherwise, even if you just take a random glance, you will find that the maps, data and records on Si Sheng’s notebook are all related to Loulan City.

Dingdong, Dingdong.

The phone kept ringing.

When Si Sheng took it out, he saw that it was full of Wen Lang's news.

[Wen Lang]: Sister, what should I do if these intellectuals are pestering me to discuss the differences in regional culture in the northwest?

[Wen Lang]: I can’t even search online now.

【Wen Lang】: Help!!

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows.

[Si Sheng]: Cold.

[Si Sheng]: Shut up.

【Wen Lang】:…

【Wen Lang】: Oh, OK.

...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the car was parked in a small town.

It is said to be a small town, but in fact, there are few families on the edge of the road. Two restaurants are standing on the edge of the road, decaying and depressing, with loess all over the sky, and the handwriting of the sign fades and is shaking in the wind.

The two teams have a tacit understanding of each team, and each team consciously chooses a restaurant without interfering with each other.

Si Sheng and Feng Zichen got off the car.

"Hey hey, how many tables are you sitting on?"

"Two tables."

"Everyone will assign it to you."

"Mr. Wen and Miss Ding sit alone at a table."

...

Everyone was busy and greeting each other, but they all tacitly ignored Si Sheng and Feng Zichen, as if they had made an appointment, as if they were isolated.

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Chapter completed!