When they returned to their big tent, several young disciples were already drowsy on the mat. Senior Brother Qiu was having a casual chat with Jiang Zhongye. Jiang Ling was a female disciple and got the only place with a curtain and fell asleep in the deepest part of the tent.

Seeing Du He come back, Senior Brother Qiu's eyes lit up and immediately became energetic. He stood up to greet him and asked whispered: "How is it, Senior Brother, Senior Brother is still counting on you."

As he said that, his eyes were circling around Du He, but he didn't see Du He holding the photo in his hand, looking a little disappointed.

Du He glanced at Senior Brother Qiu in a strange way, touched his hand in his arms, took out a stack of photos, and handed them to him.

"Senior brother, please read it slowly. These are all signed photos of Miss Qian. I will go and wash it first. There are too many people outside, and my mouth is full of dirt."

Senior Brother Qiu widened his eyes in surprise and exclaimed unexpectedly: "This, so many? No, Ah, there is no one I gave you in these?"

When Qiu He found that there was no one he gave to Du He in the photo, he immediately grabbed Du He's wrist and said anxiously.

Du He raised his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Senior Brother Qiu, Miss Qian said that you have to go with her by yourself. She wants to ask you in person how your private photos have come to your hands."

"You actually saw Zhenzhen? Yaoshou, I'm still joking with you." Qiu He immediately smiled bitterly when he heard what Du He said, and sat on the chair. He didn't look at the stack of photos, but he also put them on the table, not much like Miss Qian's followers.

Du He sat next to Qiu He with a smile, poked Qiu He's arm with an elbow, and said with a look of good show: "Senior Brother Qiu, just tell me honestly. What is the relationship with Miss Qian? When I took out that photo, she was surprised for a long time."

Qiu He whispered, "It's a long time since he was a child. The photo was sent by her aunt last month. It's bad now. She knows who I am and will definitely complain to my family. That girl, a ghost spirit."

I originally wanted to make a joke with my junior brother, but I didn't expect that I would shoot myself in the foot in the end. Qiu He looked sad, as if he had lost a few rounds of mahjong. Du He laughed loudly, and several disciples woke up in a daze. Du He distributed the photos to them and received many surprises thanks.

There was a disciple who had little contact with Du He. After the people parted, they asked Du He mysteriously: "Senior Brother, how much did you win?"

"What?" Du He was confused.

"I have seen it all, just tell me. If the dealer doesn't make a falsification, I'll try my luck tomorrow." The little disciple looked excited.

Du He shook his head helplessly, "You probably misread it. I ran to the snack stall all night, so how could I have time to try any luck."

The little disciple looked at Du He in confusion, said "Oh", and left with a touch of his head, leaving Du He who was confused.

This day passed in such a daze.

As the successor of Liankui's squad, Du He has better treatment than Zhang Afa, a big disciple who is like an invisible man. In addition to having a small bed next to the middle of the river in the big tent, it is also in the corner of the upper air outlet, which is very quiet. Du He lay down and listened to the snoring sounds in his ears, but he couldn't sleep.

The feeling of being far away from the ocean with my mother again was called Du He for a while. It felt completely different when you were away from home and knowing that your family was in the same place and not knowing where your family was.

Du He's blood relatives in this life are only three of his mother and grandparents.

My grandparents are old and are kind to Du He, but they can no longer resist too much disturbance. Du He can only meet two or three times a year. In addition, the only relatives who can get along with him day and night are Mu Ma.

Only when the Renren went there did he realize his thoughts.

Du He misses his mother.

After turning over, Du He's ribs hurt, as if something was hurt. He reached out and touched him in a daze and actually touched a small stone.

Looking at the vague light outside, the mottled and gorgeous colors on the rain flower stone called Du He smiled heartily.

This stone was a gift from Qian Zhenzhen to him.

He still remembered that when he was sending Qian Zhenzhen back, he was met by someone who came to look for him and almost surrounded him as a villain. Qian Zhenzhen explained it to them, and then they reluctantly agreed to follow him back to the singing and dancing troupe.

While waiting in the living room outside the singing and dancing troupe, Du He also had a great conversation with a young man surnamed Nie, who was of the same age, and was very encouraged. After that, Qian Zhenzhen changed into a set of clothes, and Du He realized that the young man was actually a highly talented composer.

Qian Zhenzhen took the initiative to send him some autographed photos, and Du Hecai said that he had brought photos for others.

The photo was indeed a private photo of Qian Zhenzhen, only available at a few friends' homes. Qian Zhenzhen laughed as soon as she saw it. He knew that someone was making jokes between them, so he told him that the person who gave him the photo was a big bad guy. He confiscated the photo and replaced it with this stone, and gave it to Du He.

"This is the stone in my hometown. When I came out of my home, I always missed home. My mother brought me a small bag. When I met someone who missed home, I gave him one. This one was for you, it was very beautiful."

Qian Zhenzhen touched a velvet bag for a long time before she found a blue and white translucent stone the size of a fingertip, and proudly placed the stone in Du He's palm, "Look, do these patterns look like a blue sky?"

Du He looked at it and sighed, "It's very beautiful."

"If you miss home, just look at it. No matter how far we are, we are in this world."

Qian Zhenzhen did not ask him why he missed home, nor did she say how she found out that Du He was thinking about home. The understanding little girl directly gave her thoughts about home to Du He.

Du He recalled the smile on Qian Zhenzhen's face when she said these words, put the stone with his body temperature back on his chest, patted it, turned over, and fell asleep.

Before they slept for a long time, the outside became lively. The sound was noisy and noisy, and it exuded a unique vitality. When Du He opened his eyes, he saw only the fire outside, no skylight.

"It's only four o'clock... I'm going to die!"

Far from afar, Jiang Ling's unique voice sounded sharply, and the sound of moving things outside suddenly became smaller.

Du He sighed, got up in his clothes, and went outside alone.

Each tent looks like a large suite, which basically represents the core strength of a magic group. The number of people is more than a dozen, and the number of people is more than a dozen.

Rilke rented such a large venue, which was originally intended to facilitate the magicians to prepare in advance. Compared to the temporary carriages and horses, it is obviously more in line with Rilke's decent and neat taste in advance.

Now the people outside are moving props.

Du He suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Although this magic competition was initiated by him, he, who should have been ready to do something big, could not be motivated. He was tired and lazy and had no desire to win.

"Du...jun."

A hesitant call, with a strange hoarseness, rang behind Du He.

Du He paused, turned around, and after a few breaths, he nodded and said, "Miss Takahashi."

It's Takahashi Hashi.

No matter how many times he saw him, he still couldn't be an indifferent person.

Takahashi Haiyu gently tied up the hair behind his ear and said "yes".
Chapter completed!