Chapter 1130 (1/2)

Tang Ziyu was in her forties.

Obviously, I feel that my body is in an extremely tired state and needs to rest because I worked hard when I was young.

He pushed away many affairs in the company.

The mountains are high and the water is far away.

Huaxia, the scenery is just right.

When he was a child, he looked through the diary written by Tang Yanyi. In fact, there was another place in the diary that Tang Ziyu had remembered for many years.

Northern Xinjiang.

My father wrote in his diary that north of Northern Xinjiang, I buried my love here.

If one day she can come, she will understand my heart.

There was a little girl there. She said she would help me wait for her arrival.

You have to believe that she will wait.

Signature: Tang Yanyi

Tang Ziyu closes her diary.

He closed his eyes and kneaded his tired temples.

He thought it was time for him to take a long trip.

In winter in Northern Xinjiang, heavy snow has fallen. Thick snow, white and loose, steps on the road and makes a creaking sound. White snow is hung on the leafy trees. The scenery in the snow is magnificent. There is no color between heaven and earth. You can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

The cold wind blew, and make complaints about the sharp, harsh whistle. The soup wrapped tightly around the coat and secretly tucking itself. It was not the right time to come. What time did it come to the winter? It was not for the scenery but for suffering.

Tang Ziyu contacted the local tourism bureau.

After a while, the director came to meet him in person.

Tang Ziyu took out a photo taken by Tang Yanyi and said, ”I'm going to this place to find these two herders. This photo was taken by my father more than 50 years ago. I don't know if the people in the photo are still there. I sent the photo to you in advance. It depends on your efficiency.”

”Don't worry, Mr. Tang. Put your heart in your stomach. I've sent someone to check this. I'm sure you can see the person you want to see.” The director smiled and offered hot tea to Tang Ziyu.

Tang Ziyu held a teacup and said coldly, ”I hope.”

A photo from more than 50 years ago.

Social changes are so fast that even the surrounding environment has changed that the old people can't recognize it.

Fortunately, there is no urbanization in Northern Xinjiang. The tourist area is still a dense forest. Tourists from all over the country come here every year.

Where Tang Ziyu is looking, the director soon has news.

He personally drove Tang Ziyu to the road. The cold wind blew outside and the heating in the car was very full. The director's voice smiled and said: ”Mr. Tang, this place where your father came more than 50 years ago is called Tacheng. He has lived here for a long time. Of course, he doesn't live in Tacheng, but in a small village near Tacheng, where there are many herdsmen, In those years, your father helped local people build schools, subsidized local children to go to school, and hired excellent teachers from big cities to teach here at a high price. We all remember his kindness. ” So, it's easy to find.

”Oh? Will Tang Yanyi still do charity? ” Tang Ziyu didn't know whether to sneer or sneer: ”I thought he didn't know anything except love. Living is a waste man.”

The director was slightly stunned. He couldn't touch his head and said, ”Mr. Tang, you came all the way here to continue your father's charity?”

”It depends.”