The soul transfer that Wang Jingzhe mentioned is actually not difficult to understand, and it is not even an isolated incident. Apart from the old lady’s problem Lin Wenqi mentioned just now, there have been too many such things in this world. It has happened abroad. A young man in his thirties woke up and insisted that he was not himself. Moreover, he was not the original movement, but a complete female voice. He didn’t remember anything before. He remembered the history of the 18th century Europe in his mind. He said it very well. Most people regarded him as schizophrenia, but only a small number of people in religious offices believed that his soul was covered by other souls.

This is what Rong Yunrong wakes up now, but it’s not that exaggerated. She is still the same one. However, there are a lot of things about the Alur people in her head, not only in terms of language, but also in all secrets. As for the flower under her chest, it is equivalent to a soul carrier, carrying a person’s soul fragment. If Rong Yunrong dies, this flower may also appear on her corpse.

This situation is a bit incredible. Wang Jingzhe and Lin Wenqi understood it, but they were still blinded by the actual situation. For example, how did this flower grow? Is it just because Rong Yunrong was convenient for her to take care of her?

Rong Yunrong said: "I only know so much for the time being. Maybe I will slowly know why in the future. I feel that there are still many things that have not been digested by me."

Wang Jingzhe asked, "What does it mean?"

"Like you said, I may not have all of those souls yet. Maybe it takes a time to digest... Well, just digest it bit by bit, and the process may be very slow."

The plane arrived at Jinling Airport around the evening. After landing, the Rong family came to pick up Rong Yunrong and Wang Jingzhe, and Rong Yunrong's father came here in person. However, Wang Jingzhe refused. He did not plan to go to Rongjia Alley again, because Rong Yunrong's problem was two-thirds. After she slowly remembered all those memories, this might end, and she could almost know the origin of the Afu Diqiu talk.

Wang Jingzhe’s curiosity is that he probably not only Alur, but anyone may have this possibility, but he just doesn’t know the way. This is similar to the Hezhe people on the Ussuri River. They also have ways to reincarnate their souls, and it is quite difficult for people to understand.

The Rong family members were raising each other and wanted to continue their relationship with him. However, Wang Jingzhe was based on the principle that business was business and trading was trading, and he definitely didn't want to contact him in depth, because he knew such a wealthy family too well, and once he got involved, it would be difficult to get rid of it. He was not willing to get close to them.

So, Rong Yunrong and her father couldn't take them away, but they simply found a place to live near the airport. They had nothing to deal with in Jinling.

In the Rong family's car, Rong Yunrong always looked out the window after getting in the car. Her father sat next to her and looked at her several times. He knew his daughter so well that he had been raising her for thirty years. No matter how good his daughter was, his father was, he was better than his father.

"Two kinds of people walk two paths, one goes east and the other goes west. It is completely impossible for these two paths to have intersections. Do you understand Rongrong?"

Rong Yunrong said "um" and said, "Then why are you still so proactive?"

"Haha, it can't be crossed, but it doesn't prevent you from chatting across the sea. You can make friends. This is not a difficult task, but can you think so? If so, it would be simple."

Rong Yunrong's face turned red with a "swish" and she pursed her lips, but her expression became a little melancholy.

At the airport hotel, Wang Jingzhe and Lin Wenqi opened a room and ordered some takeout and wine. They were not used to eating and drinking in Central Africa for the past few days, and they were about to fade out of their mouths. They had to eat some Chinese food when they came back. They were too lazy to move, so they would definitely feel comfortable staying in the room.

After drinking a few bottles of wine, I could move after eating a few bites of the vegetables, because Lao Lin didn't seem to be very emotional.

Wang Jingzhe slanted his eyes and said, "What, when you step into the land of your hometown, you start to miss spring. Does it have the smell of Li Feier?"

Lin Wenqi sighed and said, "Brother, can you not stab my heart? You can drink your wine. Why are you pulling me to this? Why don't I talk to you about the problem of this Rong family lady? When I saw that when I left, my eyes were so sad that it seemed that it was going to rain in March, and I almost threw myself into your arms and shouted that the official should not abandon me."

Wang Jingzhe smiled and stroked the ends of his hair and said, "There is no way, it's excellent. My light can never be covered up. I can be fascinated by a wave of my hand inadvertently. Uh, you said you have known me for several years, why haven't you learned the essence?"

"Don't talk to me, my head hurts..."

After drinking a few bottles of wine, Lin Wenqi sighed for at least half of the time. He heard Wang Jingzhe's ears were calloused. Emotions can infect another person's mood.

Wang Jingzhe said, "Didn't I say that, I'll help you study. Why do you think you're getting angry? We can't understand marriage and funeral together. Didn't he be in vain for the first thirty years?"

"Pa" Lin Wenqi took out a piece of paper from his body and slapped it on the table, then pointed.

Wang Jingzhe looked down and saw that this was a proof of release, with Lin Wenqi's name and his photo written on it, and a seal below it.

"Can you erase this from my life and make me a clean person..."

"I remember there was a black president who spent almost half of his life in prison, but until he died, there were more than tens of thousands of people who admired him. There was a song you heard? It was that glorious years, and I sang it for him... You have only been a few years, and it's better than others in that half of his life, right?"

Lin Wenqi said: "The key is that I am not the president. Isn't this the same as if I didn't say it?"

"Do you understand what I mean, do you know? My meaning is very simple. When you reach a certain level in a certain aspect, your previous resume will no longer exist, and no one will care about you."

Lin Wenqi spread his hands and said, "Haha, tomb robbers?"
Chapter completed!