The two of them randomly found a restaurant in the scenic area at noon to solve the problem of lunch.

Because it is a quaint town, the dining tables on the second floor are all located near the windows. There are no railings. The windows are wide open, and you can look out directly and see the street scenes of the nearby streets.

Song Qishen leaned back on the wooden chair, placed one hand casually on the window coffin, and his eyebrows were hidden in the wooden attic.

There was a table of girls next to me who had been chattering since we sat down, and looking over here from time to time.

They were all wearing elementary school uniforms and looked very young. They must have been hanging out with classmates.

Song Qishen's steady gaze failed to stop the group of girls from discussing. Seeing more and more frequent glances at him, Qian Zhi suddenly remembered the fact that Song Qishen himself was also very popular.

Just like the previous Weibo post in which he successfully took over the Song family, it caused a small storm on the Internet. Anyone who pays a little attention to the financial circle should be familiar with him.

"Hey, tell me, does the little girl at the next table recognize you?"

"Why do you want to recognize me?" Song Qishen raised his eyebrows.

"Because you are famous."

"It doesn't matter if you recognize him. I've already said hello to the media." The meaning of this sentence is actually very obvious.

The photos he had previously exposed on the Internet were slightly blurred. But after all, this is the era of network sharing where big data is prevalent. Netizens dug deeper and found some pictures of him from his previous school days.

For a moment, I was shocked.

"But I probably didn't recognize him." Song Qishen followed closely.

"ah?"

"They were just discussing which high school I am a student of."

Does this person have clairvoyance or something?

You can still hear it so clearly.

Qian Zhi raised her eyes up and down and looked at Song Qishen carefully.

It's quite human-like.

Not to mention anything else, this person just matched her aesthetic point. He had a face that was unforgettable after just one glance.

Qianzhi laughed thinking about the group of little girls discussing that he was a high school student.

They think so, but he himself probably doesn't think so.

After finishing their meal, the two of them continued walking along the long street.

However, the reality is that if you have enough novelty in the morning, you will be exhausted in the afternoon.

Qianzhi felt tired and walked along the stone slabs. When she saw an old man selling candy on the roadside, she was unwilling to move. The soles of her feet were glued to them as if they were glued to syrup.

Song Qishen found it funny, but it wasn't like he wouldn't let her eat it.

"Are you sure you don't want one?"

"No need." Song Qishen probably didn't like sweets very much, so he refused directly.

"..."

Qianzhi saw that he refused so simply and without any hesitation, and then she didn't know what she thought of. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

She directly said to the stall owner, "Grandpa, make me a peacock."

"You girl, why didn't you choose a phoenix instead of a peacock?" This was the first time the stall owner heard someone want to make a peacock.

Song Qishen also raised his eyes and looked over, as if expecting her answer.

Qianzhi answered very seriously, "Haha, I just feel that the peacock is so proud and can be eaten by me, so I feel very happy."

After speaking, she thought for a while, picked up her phone, and directly changed Song Qishen's chat notes——

[Song Peacock]

Three big characters, bright and clear.

There is also a green bird emoji thoughtfully added to the back.

She secretly changed it here, secretly excited, and she felt a little happy just thinking about it.

At this moment, Qian Zhi's shoulder was lightly tapped.

After being startled, she suddenly looked up. She thought it was Song Qishen, but she didn't expect that what came into view were three unfamiliar and green faces.

They are all still wearing the same school uniforms as the group of little girls just now, but the colors are different, they should be in the junior high school.

"Sister, which high school are you from?" The young man in the lead must have been encouraged by his companions. His face was slightly red, and he mustered up the courage to say, "Can I have your contact information?"

Before Qianzhi could speak, another male voice sounded first.

What came over me at the same time was the feeling of a sudden tightening on my shoulder.

"Which high school are you from?" Song Qishen's voice was very calm, "I am from the same high school."

The author has something to say: Xiao Song: Shame? It doesn’t exist

Daibao: I really overestimate the peacockt.t
Chapter completed!