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Chapter 85 Looking for People in Shanghai (Part 1)

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    Some people say: Wukang Road is a never-fading Shanghai dream.

    It is romantic here, within ten steps you will see sycamore trees, each one is as strong as a child's arms.  They are history, witnessing a period of past, growing elegance and romance, and nourishing the unique temperament of this city.

    The person who received Xu Jianguo was the one who gave him the address of Yan Bailing's mother's home.  The man wore a pair of wine bottle bottom glasses, thin and vicissitudes.  His surname is Liu, and his name is Liu Zhijun. He was once sent to Cuizhang Farm, and the last batch returned to Shanghai in 1978.

    At that time, he was in a hurry to leave, and he begged Xu Jianguo to find someone to handle many procedures.  The reason why he was so dedicated to helping Xu Jianguo find Yan Bailing was also to repay the favor.

    "Wukang Road is a landscape in our Shanghai! It's not easy to live here." Liu Zhijun acted as a competent guide, and introduced to Xu Jianguo as he walked: "The former residence of Huang Xing is in front, and the former residence of Ba Jin is further ahead.  .¡±

    He stopped suddenly and whispered, "Chen Guofu and Chen Lifu also live on this street."

    Xu Jianguo also came to Shanghai for the first time. When he saw the western-style buildings, he lamented the thickness of the history, and lamented that Yan Bailing's family background was really unfathomable.

    "The villa of Yan Bailing's family should now belong to the fruit company, and there are many families living in it. When I came last time, Yan's mother still lived in it. But I don't know which one, anyway.  A woman at the door called for me, and it will be there in a while, right in front."

    "From what you said, Yan Bailing's mother doesn't seem to be doing well either?"

    "Hey, it depends on when and who you compare with." Liu Zhijun sighed and said, "Now is not the worst time, it's better than us."

    Xu Jianguo understood what he meant, and knew that his career development after returning to Shanghai was not satisfactory. He finally got married, and the family of three lived in a small house of eleven or twelve square meters for more than ten years.

    He patted Liu Zhijun on the shoulder and said, "Everything will be fine. The economy is developing, and the wheel of history is always rolling forward."

    Liu Zhijun smiled helplessly and shyly.  He pushed the bottom of the thick wine bottle on the bridge of his nose, pointed to the small red brick building not far away, and said, "That's it, No. 288 Wukang Road. That the former residence of the great pianist Yan Dong."

    Liu Zhijun made a joke, and led Xu Jianguo to push open the heavy black iron gate and walk in.

    "The layout of this building has changed again, oh! I remember that when I came last time, there was no door here, and people could go up directly." Seeing that the door was closed, Liu Zhijun stood sneakily outside the stained glass.  I looked around, but couldn't see anything.

    Xu Jianguo stopped him, walked forward and knocked on the door, and Liu Zhijun leaned over when he saw this.

    After a while, the door opened.  An old man with a snow-white cropped head and a blue cloth shirt poked his head out and asked them what's the matter?

    Xu Jianguo saw at a glance that the buildings inside were empty, as if they were inhabited.  Liu Zhijun saw it too, and he asked, "Uncle, is there no one living here?"

    "They've all moved away. The government reclaimed this old building for protection, and it was vacated two years ago!"

    Liu Zhijun was at a loss for words for a moment. He turned his head to look at the disappointed Xu Jianguo, and asked again: "Then there is a mother Yan, do you know? It is the original owner of this building, the wife of the pianist Yan Dong."

    "You mean Zhou Manqing?"

    Liu Zhijun's eyes lit up, and he replied again and again: "Yes, yes, yes! Do you know where she moved to?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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