Chapter Fifty-Six: Friends, Cheers to Our Friendship
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"Come, 173 squad, now in front of you is Sun Moon Mountain, there is the Tangbo Ancient Road, Princess Spring, and the well-known Princess Wencheng Temple, in the Tang Taizong period, Princess Wencheng entered Tibet and married Songtsen Gampo——"
The tour guide Xiaoliang wore a headset and held a small red flag to lead a dozen people to watch here and explain to them.
A woman walks very slowly, her steps fall last, wearing a black fisherman's hat on her head, sunglasses covering her face with a big slap, only red lips and a white jaw.
Her long hair was pressed under a black hat, she was wearing navy blue jeans, a black leather jacket on top, and a bag on her back, and she was neat and handsome.
Looking at a nine-meter-tall statue of Princess Wencheng in front of him, Wen Xian's eyes narrowed slightly.
She herself is now alone, and since she separated from Lu Xiao yesterday, he has disappeared from her sight in the car.
She simply booked a characteristic Tibetan-style homestay in the previous town, and signed up for a semi-free one-day tour group, followed the team led by the tour guide, took a ride, had a light meal, and went to see the scenery in this area.
In the morning, after visiting the Princess Temple, the Chinese Geographical Boundary Monument, and the Ancient Road Museum, the tour guide arranged for them to eat and drink freely in the nearby inn.
Because this neighborhood is a scenic spot, the surrounding homestays, inns, and lively commodity streets are all matched.
Everything settled down, Wen Xian stirred the butter tea in one hand without hurry, took out his mobile phone with the other, opened WeChat, and flipped out a person's WeChat.
That person's WeChat is the avatar of the desert lonely smoke.
It's very simple, at first glance, it's the evening scenery of the no-man's land, and the name is even simpler, it's his original real name - Lu Xiao.
Wen Xian's lips tugged slightly, and his eyes stared at his name......
How can there be a man who is so serious and doesn't understand fashion at all.
Thinking about it like this, Wen Xian's eyes fell on the lotus avatar that was standard for middle-aged and elderly people, and he was silent: "......"
Lu Xiao was very busy, when she tried it out in the underwear store yesterday, before she could come out, she heard him receive a call outside, and when she came out, he had already gone to pay in a hurry and left.
The two of them didn't even speak, and he left.
If it weren't for the fact that she still had two sets of new underwear in her hands, if not, she still had bandages on her hands, she would have wondered if he really existed.
He disappeared without hesitation, and he didn't care if she left, she took the initiative to ask for a phone number, WeChat-
Thinking of this, Wen Xian couldn't help gritting his teeth slightly, and he only felt bored and unhappy in his heart.
Damn, he's really tight, it's her who loses.
Yesterday I teased him in the locker room.
If she hadn't secretly added his WeChat, she might not have anything to do with him in her life......!
Lu Xiao's WeChat is very monotonous, and there is not even a single message released in the circle of friends.
Wen Xian himself didn't expect that one day he would hold his mobile phone and turn out WeChat, staring at a man's name, avatar, looking at his empty circle of friends, and checking ...... eight hundred times a day!
Angry is angry, she still wants to know where he is at this time, and what he is doing.
Her hand landed on the keyboard to type something, but when it was time to send it, she deleted it.
After going back and forth a few times, she took a deep breath and simply sent only one meme.
But that emoji is a little... It's hard to put into words.
Against the backdrop of flowers, two wine glasses collide together, and the golden caption flashes with the words: [Friend, a toast to our friendship.] ]
[Brother Jiu: Hahaha temporary separation, Sister Xian's sassy operation is high-energy, you know, getting together again is more exciting, and the storm asks for votes and great motivation! A new week is coming, Chong Duck babies!]