Mo Xiaoxiao and Agui had already arrived in the Soviet area. Before they left, Chen Liang gave them all the information he found about Lu Wei.

Mo Xiaoxiao found the Lu family in a small town outside the suburbs of the Soviet area according to his address.

The Lu family is indeed a big family in the Soviet area, but now most of the young people in the family have gone abroad, and only some old people live in small towns and live a comfortable and leisurely life.

Of course, what Mo Xiaoxiao was looking for was the situation back then, so she did not contact the young people of the Lu family, but found the small town where the old people of the Lu family lived.

This is a small town with a bit of antique flavor. The ancient town adjacent to the water town, when you enter the town from outside, you can't drive in. The widest distance between houses here is only six feet wide, and the narrowest is only one person who can pass through.

There is a curve of stream beside the house, which is clear and transparent. There are many tall arch bridges built above the stream, and under the bridge, someone is carrying a black-sailed boat and walking through.

This stream runs through the entire town. In addition to bicycles, the common means of transportation used by villagers is the black-sailed boat that looks very old.

Everything here is slow, and even time seems to pass very slowly, but there is a different kind of leisure.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Agui entered the town and found a family at the entrance of the town to inquire about the Lu family. However, most of the people here have the surname Lu. The owner asked in a soft Wu dialect, "It's all the families with the surname Lu. If you don't explain clearly, it's not easy to find."

Mo Xiaoxiao remembers Chen Liang said that Lu Wei’s father was named Lu Yuelin, “I’m looking for Lu Yuelin, do you know?”

"Lu Yuelin, I haven't heard of it. How old is it?"

"It should be eighty or ninety years old."

"I'm so old. Even if I've seen it, I don't know the name of my old life. Let's do it. You hire a black-sailed boat from the entrance of this town to the end of the town. There is a teahouse there, and many elderly people are playing cards, tea and chatting. Go and ask them, you must ask one of them for sure."

Mo Xiaoxiao listened to the tone of their speeches and felt a little interesting. She thanked the owner and then hired a black-sailed boat with Agui to wind down the stream.

From here, you can see the houses on both sides of the strait. The houses here are all black tiles and white walls, like a scroll of ink paintings. Even the air here can't help but be refreshed.

Mo Xiaoxiao sat on the edge of the boat. She looked at the shimmering water and couldn't help but reach into the water. The water was unexpectedly not as cold as cold.

The boatman rowed the boat at the stern, "Girl, this water is not cold. There is a stream of water drawn from the mountain. There are springs on the mountain, which are warm, so the water in the barracuda town is not cold. Even if it is winter, we will not be frozen into ice. Even if it is winter, we will not be frozen into ice. Even if it is so snowy, you are here to visit. It is nothing to play here, but the days and time here are leisurely. Unlike the people in your big cities, you can even walk. It feels tiring to look at it."

Mo Xiaoxiao watched the boat gliding so slowly in the water, and she could feel that everything here was slow, and even people seemed less anxious.

Maybe the young people have gone to big cities, so most of the people who stay here are elderly and children. Children are playing and playing on the shore. The elderly either sit at the door or do handicrafts. This place seems so out of place with everything she has come into contact with in Kyoto.

But it can calm her heart.

It was the first time she felt her inner peace without being so anxious from the day she divorced Chu Mingfeng.

She smiled slightly, "It's very good here."

"Of course, everyone here lives long, and there are not too many people over 100 years old." The boatman should have been over 60 years old, but he is still energetic. "I am seventy-eight." The boatman seemed to see what Mo Xiaoxiao was thinking.

Mo Xiaoxiao was shocked when he heard this, "You are so old, you can't tell."

"Haha, what's the matter? It's natural. People, you live in a panic, and it's still the same thing. But if you live this life slowly and savor the taste of it carefully, you will feel that time passes very slowly, and there are also the benefits of slowness. You can experience more, no." The boatman seemed in a good mood today, "I just think young people shouldn't be so anxious. Look, most of the young people in the town have gone out and headed for big cities. Everyone is thinking about going to Kyoto. What's the good there? The air is fresher than here and the water is cleaner than here?"

Mo Xiaoxiao was amused, and Agui was also energetic. He added, "There is snow in Kyoto. These days, the heavy snow in Kyoto can make many snowmen."

The boatman laughed, "That's right, it never snows here. Is it particularly cold when it snows? It's like freezing people in the refrigerator."

"Your description is appropriate. Isn't it just a big refrigerator that can't even get out of it." Agui looked at Mo Xiaoxiao and smiled badly with a pun.

After some jokes, I soon arrived at the end of the town.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Agui left the boat house and found an old teahouse. It was indeed an old teahouse. Not only was the teahouse old, but the people inside were also old people. Everyone gathered together, chatting, playing cards and drinking tea, and they had a lot of fun.

A Gui said in surprise: "This place is really good! I will come here when I get old. I will be familiar with a group of old men and I will not be lonely every day. If you don't get married in the future, I can barely take you in when you get old." A Gui's words naturally resulted in Mo Xiaoxiao rolling his eyes.

"Let's go and find someone!"

With Rui helping the old teahouse, Mo Xiaoxiao and others quickly found Lu Yuelin's location. "The old Lu family is in the northern suburbs outside the town. You can continue to walk down here, preferably along the direction of this stream, and then walk five or six kilometers away. You can see an old house where you can see it. The old Lu family was a landlord here in the past, the largest landlord. In the past, half of the industries in the entire town were theirs. Now, the children don't care about the industries here, and they all go out one after another. Those who go abroad have a promising future. Old Lu is also blessed."

A person next to him hurriedly said, "No, if his eldest son didn't die early, he would be happier. Old Lu's son and daughter all wanted to pick him up and live abroad, but he couldn't bear to leave his eldest son and stayed there."

The old man became interested as soon as he spoke. Mo Xiaoxiao heard this and asked quickly: "What happened to his eldest son?"

"It's been decades, but I can't remember it. I only know that his eldest son died early and was buried here. Old Lu was reluctant to leave his country. He also thought that after he went abroad, only his son would be left here alone."

What Mo Xiaoxiao asked and what they answered were not on the same page, but Mo Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry. These old people are old, so there are naturally limited things they can remember.

Since she has already arrived here, her purpose is to find what happened before, and Lu Yuelin couldn't run away there, so she simply wanted a pot of tea and dragged a stool to sit and chat with these people.

"I heard that his eldest son Lu Wei died in an accident?"

"We can't remember what his eldest son's name is. How could you know, little girl? What's the matter when you come here to find him?"

"I am a reporter from a newspaper. I accidentally saw a photo of the Lu family. I wanted to write an interview with the old mansion, so I learned about it. I thought that if I went over and asked him directly, it would be a bit rash. Old uncle, do you know that I can tell me something? Wouldn't it be better if I am ready to go there?"

Mo Xiaoxiao instantly made up a new identity. She was wearing a rose-red jacket and a high ponytail today. She looked youthful and energetic, and she was indeed very much like a female reporter who came to collect folk songs.

The old people didn't doubt her. When they heard her purpose, they said one after another: "Some people can remember us old people. The glory created by the old era was no less than that of the young people today. However, these people from the high courts have also declined."

"Yes, that's why I want to record these stories." Mo Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly and harmlessly.

"I know this, the old Lu family's eldest son." One of the old men with gray hair and a reading glasses on his nose came over and said, "Old Lu has three sons and one daughter. But what he loves the most is his eldest son, who I met when I was a child. He was smart, cute, and rare and kind to discuss. He was a good child. Later, he married a wife, who looked as beautiful as a flower. They were said to be very loving."

Mo Xiaoxiao listened to the old man telling the story of that year, and she also remembered that in her dream, Lu Wei also loved his wife very much. "What happened later?"

"Oh! Later, they were not very lucky and died in an accident."

Mo Xiaoxiao was stunned. He didn't expect that this person had been doing so for so long and finally reached the most critical ending. He finished his sentence in just one sentence.

When Agui saw Mo Xiaoxiao's appearance, he couldn't help but smile secretly. Mo Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes and quickly held back his smile and helped him speak. "Grandpa, you really can't talk about chatting, you have to tell me why!"

The old man thought about it and then said, "Oh, that's right. There were not as many cars as there were now. The old Lu family's cars were the first in the town! His son drove his car and his wife out, and it seemed that I didn't understand what it was for a honeymoon trip. They were all outside for many years. Later, I heard that there was an accident when they came back, and both of them died. It's too long, and I forgot. Anyway, it's probably like this. Don't look at me, I really can't remember it." The old man looked aggrieved.

Mo Xiaoxiao thought to herself that this is the same as the news Chen Liang gave her.

But why is there no memory in her memory? Is it because she forgot it? Or is it because she has not participated in these things? She obviously followed them into the car!
Chapter completed!