Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 983 Tongbao Pavilion

The white nanny car stopped on the side of the road.

The sky is warm and sunny, the white clouds are long and soft, like balls of cotton.

Han Kui's long legs came out in one step. He was too tall, so Bing Ci carefully protected the top of his head with his hands.

A gust of breeze blows in front of you, which is a bit chilly for those who are afraid of the cold.

He couldn't help but frown, his face a little cold.

There were also appraising glances coming from the street, which made him feel irritable.

Immediately afterwards, Bingci also got out of the car. Han Wu turned his back to him and just subconsciously stretched out his hand to help.

Bingci smiled slightly and put his hand on her without thinking.

Suddenly there was a gasp of air from around him.

He hurriedly took out a clean mask with cartoon patterns and put it on Han Wu. At the same time, he tightened the collar of his clothes, then took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it twice around his neck.

After everything was ready, a voice came from above.

"You too," Han Wu looked at the people around him who were exclaiming and felt a little disgusted. When he spoke, his voice was also cold, but it was not to Bing Ci.

Bingci followed him as much as possible and put on the same mask.

Separated from Ye Wei and the others on the roadside, they turned around after watching the nanny car drive away.

But there was no place to go directly to the appointment.

But...

Bingci took him to an antique store.

From far away, you can hear the flowing clouds and flowing water, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano. It makes people intoxicated, as if they are among the mountains, rivers and clouds.

Following the direction from which the sound of the piano came, the two stood in front of a three-story independent ancient building.

It has an antique ancient architectural style, black doors and windows, and a plaque with three large black ink characters of "Tongbao Pavilion" hanging at the door.

The handwriting is elegant and pure, fresh and refined, just like the feeling of the whole store, elegant and calm.

"Tongbao Pavilion," Han Wu whispered the words on the plaque, feeling a little depressed in his heart. Not noticing anything strange about him, Bingci took a step forward, and the clothes behind him were suddenly grabbed by someone.

She stopped and turned to look at Han Wu doubtfully.

"what happened?"

Pursing his lips, Han Wu showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"You don't like it here?" Bingci held his face and spoke in a gentle tone, trying to make him relax.

After a long while, Han Wu sighed and said to her with a strange look in his eyes: "No, I've raided this place before. I'm afraid that when I go in, the owner of the store will see that I have troubled you and will chase you out."

So that was it, Bingci smiled nonchalantly, her eyes were like melting spring water, and she didn't ask him why he wanted to copy here, as if she could give him the bottom line no matter what he did.

There was a hint of domineering tone in his speaking tone that brooked no resistance.

"They don't dare," she said.

After saying that, he took Han Wu's hand and walked straight inside.

Although he didn't understand where her confidence came from, Han Wu felt inexplicably safe in her heart. At worst, she would copy this place again.

Han Wu was lazily led in by Bing Ci. The young man at the front desk's smiling expression froze for a moment after seeing that familiar face.

He even forgot how to greet the guests, turned around, and ran away on two legs.

Han Wu felt like it, and shouted at the fleeing figure in a sinister manner: "You actually left him alone, I want to file a complaint against you."

The guy at the front desk stumbled hard, but despite the threat of complaint, he continued running without hesitation.

Han Wuxiao was tired, so he lowered his body slightly and rested his chin on Bingci's shoulder.

The two stood for a while. The room was dimly lit, the incense burner was burning with elegant incense, and the clouds were thick.

The jade and porcelain vases displayed in the antique cabinet, with just one glance, it seems that you can see the dusty history.

After looking at the porcelain, the two stood in front of a calligraphy and painting. Before they started discussing, the sound of rushing footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)