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

Chapter 478 I like the person I like very much (7)
"Wow, it was really high just now!"

"Hmph, I will definitely hang higher in the future!"

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The little girls, calculating the gains and losses, but only for one wish.

Su Mengchen smiled, and then walked on.

Song Wanzhi was pulled by Xiao Li, and went around to buy a lot of delicious things. There is no little girl who doesn't like snacks. Although Xiao Li is not as good as Xiao Ye, she still eats while walking.

Song Wanzhi was thinking about Xiao Ye in his heart, looking at those things, thinking that Xiao Ye must like it here, but unfortunately, he couldn't take it away, so he found a few, tasted it himself, and looked at it carefully, Thinking of making it for Xiao Ye when she meets her.

The air is full of the fragrance of crape myrtle flowers, bit by bit penetrated into people's noses, Song Wanzhi and Xiao Li met the man who gave flowers again when they were walking forward, but this time I don't know why my heart is much calmer, as if The phrase "Looking at the sun and the moon, lingering in my mind" still echoed in her ears, she refused while smiling, and then slowly moved forward.

Xiao Li followed behind and said puzzledly: "Sister, why didn't you pick it up?"

Beside this little girl, there seems to be no restraint: "Because, my sister has someone she likes."

Xiao Li didn't understand, and asked suspiciously: "Why don't you pick up someone you like? The girls in our place can pick up many of them. The eldest lady also said that in one's life, you always need to pick up more flowers. Well, sleep more men to be happy."

Song Wanzhi paused, and said softly, "Because, some people may only like that one flower for a lifetime."

She closed her eyes, but felt a bit of bewildered pain again, with some helplessness that she deliberately ignored, but in an instant, she smiled again, then took Xiao Li's hand, and rushed to the crowd next to her.

The crowd is forming several circles, layer by layer, singing and dancing.

Xiao Li was still a child, he was infected by the lively atmosphere inside, and then quickly integrated into it.

The singing voice is filled with a different kind of joy, and it is the most beautiful note in this festival.

Laughter came along with the singing, indistinct and indistinct.

Su Mengchen was also walking on the street, towards the dancing crowd in front of her.

He is dressed in commoner clothes. Although his appearance is ordinary, in such a festival, everyone has an attractive charm.

He was walking, but unexpectedly, a group of girls in small off-the-shoulder dresses sang and walked over. It didn't matter who it was today. They saw Su Mengchen and handed flowers to his arms.

The girl's body was fresh and tender like a flower, and her young face was delicate and lovely. They handed over the flowers, probably because they saw the man walking alone in the crowd, without taking any flowers, they kindly extended their hands.

Look, we all like you.

Su Mengchen nodded slightly, and immediately backed away from the girl's surroundings. They didn't even touch the man's clothes before seeing him turn around and leisurely disappear into the crowd.

He is in the crowd, but there is no dust.

Behind the girls, the singing and dancing continued.

Song Wanzhi followed suit and danced around. It was hot in the summer, and she was slightly sweaty. She retreated, then walked to the side, watching the lights and joy of the city, but couldn't help feeling slightly Laughed.

Xiao Li also backed out, and then looked at Song Wanzhi with a smile: "Sister, are you happy?"

Song Wanzhi smiled and nodded: "Well, I'm very happy."

Xiao Li said with a smile: "I am also very happy."

However, she fell down again in an instant.

"What's the matter?" Song Wanzhi asked.

Xiao Li said: "I'm unhappy again, because I'm leaving soon."

Song Wanzhi smiled, but didn't speak.

The little girls are carefree, but their happiness and unhappiness are so simple and straightforward.

It will be midnight soon.

Song Wanzhi looked at the sweat on Xiao Li's head, then took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped her: "Is it hot? It's sweat."

Xiao Li giggled, and then simply grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it himself, Song Wanzhi let go.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Murong Bai walking towards her, her brows were shining brightly, she had a different kind of beauty, she wiped her lips, and sighed: "Why is it midnight, hey, let's go."

Song Wanzhi couldn't help but smile when thinking of the girl's bold and unruly behavior.

In this world, everyone has their own way of life, as long as they are happy.

Murong Bai said at the top of his voice, "Hey! Xiao Li, come back quickly!"

Xiao Li stopped, turned her head bitterly, looked at Song Wanzhi and said, "Sister, I lost your handkerchief."

Song Wanzhi looked at the crowded crowd and the Xia Feng blowing behind him, smiled and said, "If you lose it, you lose it, let's go."

"Oh." Xiao Li walked over.

Song Wanzhi patted her head, and went back with Murong Bai.

On the river, the Qin family had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the people who came back, they rubbed their eyes and let them board the boat.

Murong Bai has been tossing and tossing for a long time, and he is also tired. Anyway, the Qin family is watching over him. If something happens to him, the Qin family's face will be lost. They value their face more than anything else, so don't worry.

She took Song Wanzhi's hand, and said, "Let's go, go to sleep."

Song Wanzhi looked back and saw that the whole city was still in the bustling lights. Thinking of the wooden sign that was thrown high, he couldn't help but smile.

Be happy, Su Mengchen.

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Su Mengchen walked around, his eyes wandering, and finally started to walk back.

Sometimes, there are thousands of miles away, but I don't know how many times I have passed by.

He shuttled through the crowd, but no one touched his clothes, and when he finally stood still, his eyes suddenly shrank.

A wisp of wind brings a wisp of lingering fragrance.

There are thousands of aromas, but only this one, which penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The man who always jumped forward without changing his face suddenly turned around.

A girl in the crowd waved a handkerchief: "Whose handkerchief is this? Take a look!"

Whose veil is this?
A small loss, tossing and turning.

(End of this chapter)