[Because I love you]

[Because I dream of your dreams]

[So grieve your sorrow]

【Happiness with your happiness】

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[No wind and rain can be hidden]

[No bumps in the road, no need to go]

[So hold your hand with peace of mind]

[Don't think about whether you should turn back]

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A small shop on the side of the road suddenly sounded "Holding Hands", not he sang it, but a female voice was singing.

To be honest, the singing is not much worse than that of Populus euphratica.

You can hear it from her singing, there must be an unforgettable story.

Otherwise, you won't be able to sing this feeling.

This is unimaginable, and Populus euphratica is very sure of this.

He didn't think about how this small shop could play the song "Holding Hands", but he felt that it was really good to appear at this time.

Stretched out his hand and gently stroked the ginkgo tree, listening to the plain and timeless, but with a rich emotional singing voice.

Walk slowly on this path with thoughts and memories.

However, the road will eventually come to an end, even if he doesn't have that concept.

Roadside signs reminded him.

After passing the traffic light, we walked into the Rongcheng People's Park.

The autumn wind blows off the dead leaves on the ground, and the scenery is completely different from summer.

From time to time, there are elderly people walking by on the path, or the whole family goes for a walk in the park to breathe in the fresh air....

There are also mats on the grass, and babies who have just learned to crawl always want to escape from the mat and climb onto the grass.

But when the little face is full of joy and thinks that he is about to accomplish a great goal.

was picked up by her mother, and watched the grass get farther and farther away from her.

When I landed, I wanted to climb out again, and I was tired of returning to it.

Hu Yang stood on the side of the road and looked at the little girl who refused to admit defeat, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

It is a place where you can feel the rhythm of life.

Waving at the little girl, she seemed to have seen poplar too.

He grinned and smiled happily to reveal his two newly erupted front teeth.

Continuing her "great" goal of climbing out of the blanket and towards the meadow.

Walking along the path, the poplar still looked at the place where the leaves were relatively thick, and a young man and woman leaned against the trunk and whispered.

The man's lips were close to the girl's.

He understands very well, after all, he was no better than others back then, was he?

At the end of the trail is a tea house.

Hu Yang went in and saw a good position, and someone had just gotten up to leave.

Just sit down.

Ask for a cup of hairy tips, sit here and listen to all kinds of chatting around you.

For older people in Rongcheng, drinking tea has long been deeply rooted in their bones.

It has become a kind of culture, just like the kung fu tea in the three cities of Chaoshan in Guangdong Province.

The tea and old teahouses of the past are the dreams of Tianfu people.

Some people have woken up and are in the middle of traffic, while others are still so drunk that they won't come out.

The tea that never empty in their dreams, the short swing of the dragon gate array in the old people's parents, and the old rivers and lakes holding tea bowls and falling chess pieces in the shade of the trees are their best comfort in the steel jungle.

Twelve years have passed, and those who were still in dreams in the past have also been awakened by the development of the times.

At that time, you can still see many old people bragging here, talking about their glorious past.

The head of the word is the way, which is clear and clear.

It's just that I don't know if he quietly substituted himself into the protagonist of the incident, and put what happened to others on his own.

At the beginning, Populus euphratica didn't care if what he said was true or not, and there was no need to study it.

It's fun to listen to, and it's good to read as a story.

But now, those old people are long gone.

Those who drink tea here can't taste the unique tea culture of Tianfu people at all.

Because of distraction and impetuousness, including poplar, the same is true.

The tea opened, and a wisp of fragrance wafted out.

But that's just it.

Hu Yang didn't care, he came here to drink tea is not the purpose, reminiscing about the good old times is what he wants.

Sipping a bowl of tea, looking at the empty position opposite.

Once, he and Song Wenxian held hands and walked here before letting go.

Drinking tea and chatting about the sky is so beautiful and happy.

Perhaps for Hu Yang, the vigorous and touching love is not what he wants, this kind of faint happiness, the other party knows what it means with a smile and eyes.

The fit of soul is what he is looking for.

At that time, she introduced Rongcheng tea culture to Populus euphratica.

To be honest, Song Wenxian at that time gave Hu Yang the feeling that she knew so much, and she looked so powerful.

Haha, maybe in every man's heart, he always hopes that the person he likes is particularly knowledgeable.

Well, women should prefer that their lover is also so talented.

Hu Yang picked up the teacup and gently handed it to the empty seat in front of her, as if signaling her to drink tea too.

After more than an hour, Populus euphratica got up and left, leaving behind the tea leaves, which had already stretched out in the hot water.

That's what they did at the beginning, they sat here for more than an hour and then left.

Following the path of memory, there are a little fewer people than before.

Maybe it's because it's time for dinner, and a lot of people leave.

Sitting on a stone bench by the lake, watching the boats on the lake slowly row.

It was here that he secretly kissed Song Wenxian's face.

It was also the first time I kissed her.

It's a pity she's too shy, and she's not like that.

The girl was stunned by the boy's sneak attack and kissed, and then was kissed a few more times.

These romances are all lies, and they are not the same thing at all.

Of course, Song Wenxian didn't slap her backhand.

But it also made Hu Yang keep apologizing, saying that he would never do it again next time.

Because she did not allow Hu Yang to hold her hand as a punishment for his "rudeness".

Remembering that she was a little shy but puffed out her mouth and looked angry, Hu Yang's heart hurt slightly.

However, it was quickly restored.

He clearly remembered that after his sincere apology and the oath he made I don't know how many.

Finally took her hand again before leaving the park.

It's a pity that Song Wenxian is still too young and believes in Hu Yang's nonsense.

When they came to Rongcheng People's Park for the second time, it was still in this location.

Without her permission, Hu Yang kissed.

The main thing was that the breeze was blowing at that time, and the wicker was cutting through her hair, which was a little messy.

She was so focused on arranging her hair that she didn't realize how seductive she looked.

made Populus euphratica instantly emboldened and kissed it.

She struggled a little and gave up.

Since then, there have been two fewer people in the world who have had their first kiss.

Later, Hu Yang asked her why she didn't get angry this time.

I clearly remember that Song Wenxian said at that time, we were just holding hands at that time, and you wanted to kiss me, if I wasn't angry, would you think I was a frivolous and casual person?

I don't want my own loved ones to see myself that way.

As for why not get angry this time.

Because I like it!