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Yue'er pulled Qin Feng's beard and beard: "Even though Young Master Qin changed his look, I can recognize the peachy eyes that draw the wind."

Huo Yichen and Huo Yihan pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of Qin Feng.

Both of them couldn't believe their eyes, and looked at Qin Feng several times. Looking at his dark and reddish skin, looking at his beard, looking at his hair half-length not short of his neck, looking at the white-washed black half sleeves and camouflage green pants with leaking knees. The rubber shoes with more than ten dollars on the feet are only worn by migrant workers on the construction site. And what he looks like now is sloppy than a migrant worker.

"Daddy, Second Uncle, Young Master Qin, don't you know each other?" Yue'er reminded the two.

Huo Yichen took a step forward and stretched out his hand, but didn't know whether it should fall on Qin Feng's shoulder or arm. Finally, he clenched a fist and hammered his chest: "I haven't seen you for two years. Where have you been? Are you still an earthling now."

Qin Feng laughed: "Of course I am an earthling."

Huo Yichen hammered his fist again: "Do you know how much Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin worry about you in the past two years. They have come to me several times and asked me to find your whereabouts, but the people I send out will all The 1.6 million square meters of land has been rummaged, and there is still no whereabouts of you.

Qin Feng still smiled, "Didn't I have come back. I have all the hairs and the tails, and there is no hair loss."

Huo Yihan saw a lot of people watching, and said, "Big Brother, Young Master Qin, let's leave here and go back and talk more about it."

Indeed, this is not the place to talk. And seeing Qin Feng's look tired and dusty, he also needs a good rest.

Huo Yichen took Yue'er to prevent Qin Feng from holding him, Huo Yihan took the large backpack in Qin Feng's hand, and then went to meet Lan Xing and Luolan.

Along the way, Blue Star really wanted to ask Qin Feng too much, but seeing his look outside the window, he didn't ask anything.

Qin Feng changed, not only the appearance, but also the look in his eyes, the things that radiated from the inside and out of his bones were different from before. His face is rough and dry, and the corners of his eyes are engraved with wind and frost. His eyes are no longer frivolous, no longer frivolous, no longer cynical, it doesn't matter. It has precipitated something called vicissitudes. This thing makes people mature, makes people tasteful, and makes people hard to see through.

It was the first time that Luolan saw Qin Feng, and after looking halfway around, he asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, who is this strange man."

Lan Xing couldn't help laughing, and whispered back: "He, once was the famous master Qin in the entire Kyoto, the first stunner no one knows. It's your elder brother's young friend, buddy, friend. Just leave After two years, I didn't think about it, and it became like this when I came back."

Lorraine picked up the corner of her eyes: "Stunner? Forgive me for not seeing it at all."

Lan Xing sighed: "Yes, except for the pair of peach eyes that are still slightly provoked, I really can't find a little shadow of him before."

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Huo Yichen was afraid that Qin Feng appeared in Qin's house like this and frightened the two old men, so he took Qin Feng back to Yulin Villa first.

Zhang Ma didn't even dare to recognize Qin Feng at all, thinking that he had returned from Africa, so she hurried to a bowl of noodles.

Qin Feng was indeed hungry. He sat at the dining table unceremoniously and ate a bowl of noodles in three to five mouthfuls. The look of gobbled it up is exactly the same as a tramp who has been hungry for so long. Mom Zhang was moved, and she secretly wiped the corners of her eyes: "Master Qin, how much hardship you have suffered outside."

Qin Feng smiled: "I didn't suffer even when I was outside, but I was used to eating like this for a while and forgot to change it."

Huo Yihan called Lao Ou, the company's stylist, and asked him to come home to trim Qin Feng's hair and shave. Qin Feng, who hadn't been trimmed for too long, saw himself in the mirror for a moment. Reached out and touched his face and hair, and then laughed at himself again: "I can't help but have a good foundation, I'm still so handsome."

Huo Yichen came downstairs: "Don't be poor, your guest room upstairs is still reserved for you, the hot water is ready, and go take a shower. When you are finished, you can tell us about your achievements in the past two years. ."

Qin Feng was not polite, raised his foot upstairs, and after walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "Don't throw away my hair and beard, I want to keep it as a memorial."

The young grandson who cleaned up quickly responded, put those hairs in a bag, and put them away carefully.

The children are coaxed by a special nanny, and these people are curious and patient waiting for Qin Feng to come downstairs.

After half an hour, Qin Feng went downstairs. The peasant worker's clothes on her body were changed, and she put on probably the most normal clothes in the past. A light grey casual suit highlights his no longer thin body, showing firmness and refinement.

The first thing Qin Feng came over in a refreshing suit was to pat Huo Yihan's shoulder: "Okay you, I have been away for two years. You not only married a wife, but also gave birth to a son."

Huo Yihan snorted: "Do you think two years are short? So, tell us, what have you been doing in the past two years."

Qin Feng sat on the sofa and held up a glass of water, watching the water's clarity and cleanliness. He didn't know what happened, but his hands gradually tightened and tightened.

"I haven't been in a place in the past two years. When I first left, I just wanted to go to the cleanest place in the world and let the purity of nature purify my soul. So I went to Tibet on foot to see When I arrived at the holy snow-capped mountain, I saw the blue sky without a trace of haze, and saw the pure faces of the herdsmen’s children, with the yak and sheep on which they depend for survival. It’s a great place and it can really purify the soul.

Lan Xing asked curiously: "So, you have been in Tibet? But later Yi Chen sent people to look for you many times, but there was no news from you.

Qin Feng drank the glass of water in one breath, but did not put down the glass, still holding it tightly: "I stayed in Tibet for a month, thinking about going to the Potala Palace at the end, and then set off. However, I am here. I met a man in the Potala Palace. His name is Abu, a master craftsman, who has been painting in the Potala Palace all his life, depicting golden statues of Buddha. But he still has a spare job, that is, picking up things in the trash can every day. .

Visitors to the Potala Palace are in an endless stream, and a lot of unfinished mineral water is randomly thrown in the trash can by the roadside. I am also one of them, and I don't think there is anything wrong with this. However, this time, I had just thrown a small half bottle of water into the trash can when Abu walked over and picked up the half bottle of water I lost. I thought he was just an ordinary old scavenger, who knew that Abu looked at the bottle with a painful look, and then slowly poured the half bottle of water into a plastic bucket he carried with him."