Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 330 The Broken Mirror on the Jialan Tower (6)
The girl didn't hold up an umbrella, nor did she wear a bamboo hat, as if the little rain meant nothing to her.

Maybe, just don't care.

The beautiful girl is arrogant and indifferent between her eyebrows, but this kind of aloofness is not annoying, because her strength makes everyone feel that it should be done!
Do not associate with secular women.

She walked to the Jialan Tower, then stood there, and then raised her eyes.

He looked up and saw her.

At the end of the long street, Song Wanzhi came with an umbrella.

It was a big umbrella, half old, but the girl was wearing plain clothes under the umbrella, her eyes were calm, and her eyes were smiling, as if the three inches of the world had fallen into an indescribable charm because of the girl's presence.

Behind her, Su Mengchen, Xiao Ye, and Shen Jin also followed in turn.

Su Mengchen's umbrella is similar to Song Wanzhi's, they are half-old umbrellas, but they completely block the wind and rain outside.

Xiao Ye was still chirping about the delicious food served tonight, and then asked Shen Jin to lean closer to her so as not to get wet from the rain.

She likes her sister, but she doesn't hate Song Qiuxin either, so it doesn't matter whether she wins or loses.

A group of people came and went to the Jialan Tower.

Song Wanzhi turned to them and said, "Wait for me for a while, it shouldn't be too long."

Xiao Ye smiled and nodded.

Su Mengchen looked at her, but didn't speak.

According to Song Wanzhi's eyes, the eyes of the two met, and then Song Wanzhi walked up to Jialan Tower with an umbrella.

Jialan Tower, sixty feet, 200 meters.

This tower was built by the emperor of Chen Kingdom for more than 200 years. In the dark, there are still tens of thousands of lanterns. Standing at the highest point of the Jialan Tower, the people below seem to be able to see only two vague little At one o'clock, the night wind blows, blowing up the clothes of the two of them, one white and one green, in the lights, as if they want to go home by the wind.

Song Wanzhi put the umbrella on top of Song Qiuxin's head, and said with a smile: "Although the spring rain is thin, it is also cold, so don't get caught in the rain."

Song Qiuxin opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly remembered what she said to herself on the way to the deep valley, and she also laughed for a moment.

Standing on a high place, you can almost see the entire Zhaodu under your eyes.

Song Wanzhi never asked Song Qiuxin why she challenged her. Some people have different things, good or bad, and she is just a spectator.

it's very windy.

And the people below looked at them, but they were also surprised. Aren't these two people going to fight?Why don't you do it now?

Song Wanzhi looked at Song Qiuxin and said, "Look up."

Song Qiuxin looked up.

Thousands of lights.

Song Wanzhi's voice filled her ears in the wind: "We want to stand tall, maybe because we want to see more scenery, maybe because we enjoy the eyes of everyone looking up, or because of a certain obsession But when we lower our heads, we will find that, in fact, the most real thing is the lights of thousands of families at this moment. Every night, the lights lit up in every house are a bowl of rice for the family after a day of hard work. The concerned greeting from the wife at the top of the kang, and the innocent eyes of the children and grandchildren around their knees. Qiu Xin, have you seen it?"

Thousands of lights.

Song Qiuxin felt that a knife had been stabbed in his head.

Wanjiadenghuo, but where did she get Wanjiadenghuo?
After that person left, the lights of her family would never be there again. Without immersing herself in those volumes of martial arts classics day and night, the reason why she lived was to break through.

The dream before the age of 13, the dream after the age of 13, what is left? !

(End of this chapter)