"Sister, who was just now?"

She looked at the bedding for weddings in a store. She saw from a distance that Zong Yanxi seemed to be talking to someone. Someone blocked her vision and didn't see clearly. When she came here, she found that there was no one else.

"It's nothing, let's go, let's continue to buy things. You said you're married, what should I give you?"

Zong Yanxi pulled her to continue shopping.

Chen Xinyao looked back unwillingly, she clearly saw someone.

Why is it gone?

Did she read it wrong?

Chen Xinyao thought in confusion.

"Let's go to that store to check it out."

Zong Yanxi took her to a women's clothing store and deliberately talked to her, "What kind of clothes should I buy for you?"

Chen Xinyao asked with a smile, "Is it a wedding gift?"

"Of course not."

Zong Yanxi looked at her, "If I don't marry Xiaobao, of course I will give me the best and most valuable thing."

Chen Xinyao joked, "Aunt Qin Ya, my mother will give it to you, and you will give it to you too. Will I become a little rich woman at that time?"

"You are a rich woman, okay?

Isn’t Xiaobao’s what is yours?”

"It seems to be the same."

The two talked and laughed, and Chen Xinyao also completely tried to see her talking to others.

After shopping, they went to watch a movie before going home.

Zong Yanxi did not come back with Shen Xinyao, saying that she was going to meet a friend. She deliberately went shopping and went to the movies, just to deliberately delay the time until the night and then find an excuse not to go back.

Chen Xinyao didn't think much about it and went back with the driver first.

Before eight o'clock separated from Shen Xinyao, she strolled alone on the bustling streets of City C. The sky was getting darker and there were more people on the road.

There are gadgets selling on the roadside, and the children will pull their parents to buy them, which is a strong smell of fireworks.

A literary young man stood at the bridge, holding a guitar in his arms. He had slightly long hair and glasses. He sang a poem with a low voice and emotion.

"I heard that you were in the distance and set out to travel thousands of miles.

I blew the wind you blew, is this considered embracing each other?

I walked the path you walked, is this considered a meeting?

I only like you, from the end, serious and cowardly.

I still like you, like the sun rises, no matter day and night.

I still like you, like clouds wandering for 90,000 miles without resting.

I still like you, and I just want the stars to hit the earth until death.

I still like you, like a breeze blowing into my heart, savory and slutty.

I still like you, like the wind has walked for 80,000 miles, without asking about the return date.”

Before she knew it, Zong Yanxi had already stopped and listened carefully to every poem sing by the literary youth. The faint sadness and beauty were very sad. She actually shed tears and wiped away the wetness of the corners of her eyes. Just as she took out her wallet and took out a hundred yuan bill from it. When she bent over and wanted to put it in the box for guitar, someone put a hundred yuan in first. She looked up and faced a pair of deep eyes. At this moment, he was also looking at her.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the two of them had no reaction for a long time and were both lost. After a while, Zong Yanxi came back to her senses first. She put down the money in her hand and stood up.

Jiang Mohan looked at her and said, "Let's go together?"

Zong Yanxi raised his hand and glanced at his wrist watch, and said alienatedly, "It's not eight o'clock yet."

"I'll treat you to supper."

Jiang Mohan spoke in a very confident tone, "You can have a meal."

“I’ve eaten.”

Zong Yanxi looked cold and looked like she was keeping people thousands of miles away.

Jiang Mohan didn't speak, but just followed Zong Yanxi when he left.

"Stop following me."

She looked back at him.

Jiang Mohan said calmly, "I will also take this path."

Zong Yanxi simply walked back, "Don't tell you, you have to walk a path..." Before she could finish her words, Jiang Mohan hugged her in her arms, and her hands tightly surrounded her, "I'm sorry."

Zong Yanxi beat him like crazy, "I don't want you to apologize, you owe me life!"

Jiang Mohan didn't move and let her vent her. After a long time, Zong Yanxi was tired, "Let me go."

She said coldly, "You will only make me look down on you even more. Do you dare to do it or not?"

"If I could do it again, I think I would be the first person to meet you, and I would be the first person to fall in love with you."

Jiang Mohan whispered in a low voice. The most wrong thing he had done in his life was that he didn't see his heart clearly.

He was able to personally feel the pain she had experienced, because now he has experienced it.

He doesn't want to justify himself, he is wrong.

He doesn't need sympathy or pity, he just wants to win her back seriously.

Use the rest of his life to cherish someone he wants to cherish.

"You are my only relative."

Zong Yanxi didn't want to hear this. She turned her head and looked at the river. The breeze blew by and raised her hair. At this moment, she still felt throbbing in her heart, not because of Jiang Mohan, but because of the passionate feelings she had once had.

It is said that one's scriptures bring wisdom.

She is extremely sober.

She raised her hand and looked at the time, "It's eight o'clock, what's the matter? Tell me."

It's a completely counter-tatious tone.

Jiang Mohan calmed down and said, "Have a meal with me."

"I just promise to talk to you."

Zong Yanxi's voice was stern.

“This is part of the conversation.”
Chapter completed!