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Cheng Xuran took advantage of them not paying attention and left quietly alone, strolling leisurely in the alleys. This was her first time in this place. The environment was surprisingly good, very peaceful, and had a kind of comfortable magic.

Cheng Xuran didn't have time to really take a closer look at this place until now.

Later, such a moon was rarely seen in prosperous big cities.

It was so clear that it was like the night after a power outage in the mountains when I was a child. The old man was holding a needle and thread with candles lit in the house, and the moonlight was clear at that time.

While walking, Cheng Xuran paused.

I don't know which family planted large tracts of grape trellises. The branches and leaves were prosperous. The moonlight was like water, passing through the gaps in the grape trellises, revealing patches of green and mysterious reflections, and I accidentally entered the fairyland on earth.

And he was sitting under the grape trellis, alone and quietly.

The moonlight shone through the flower stand and fell on his shoulder.

The white-haired old woman in the yard came to him with a bowl of white porridge and spoke in a dialect that Cheng Xuran couldn't understand. She roughly guessed that she wanted him to sober up.

Song Yanqing took it.

The picture is very warm.

And he turned around and saw her.

Although it is a little out of time, it is at this moment, this second, this issue.

It does feel like you have passed through the torrent of time and seen for thousands of years.

Cheng Xuran nodded to him.

His voice was surprisingly calm: "Sit down."

Cheng Xuran sat under the grape trellis.

She looked into the distance and murmured: "It's like dreaming in Wonderland."

"You look like a princess tonight."

Song Yanqing looked sideways at her and said with a smile, his narrative tone was very clear and low, and did not intrude into any more personal color.

This is probably the first impression many people have when seeing her tonight.

The white skirt is paved on the stone steps, and the shadows cut by the grape trellis are staggered.

The crystal earrings swayed slightly.

"I will only be a princess for this day." Cheng Xuran smiled.

The old lady also brought Cheng Xuran a bowl of white porridge and said thank you.Song Yanqing: "Sorry."

"It's ok."

He understands, and she understands.

The evening breeze blew through each other's arms, and the hems of their clothes were gently raised. If this was considered an embrace, the silent atmosphere lasted for a long time.

The friends in the distance were still laughing and joking, but they sat here quietly and looked at each other without saying a word.

After a long time, she said.

"Can you... also say it's okay?"

The last three words were so soft that they trembled from the throat.

Waited for a long time.

Song Yanqing looked at her from a distance, his neck slightly raised, his posture casual, he didn't know what he was looking at, and he couldn't calm down.

Even though many things have been done for a long time, and I don’t even know where to start, I still stick to one sentence.

Just when Cheng Xuran wanted to back down, this request might be too much. Anyone could ask Song Yanqing to say this, but she couldn't.

But he suddenly laughed lightly and put one hand on the steps behind him. There were some fine pebbles on the steps, and his palms were slightly hard when touched. His habitual movements had a bit of youthful spirit, just like he was in his prime.

Those eyes looked at her, their eyes were deep and sharp, with the night and her in them, blending into the darkness and clarity.

The voice is light and calm.

"It's ok."

The ending is strong and powerful.

Cheng Xuran's heart beat slowly, one after another.

Her eyes were a little sour and she blinked many times. It was windy tonight.

His words of dislike half an hour ago had nothing to do with what he said now, they were exactly the same.

It's actually gentleness under stability.

The boy who was cold and dissolute back then spent his most rebellious and crazy youth.