Jiang Yimo was going on a business trip for a week, and asked Tang Xueshan if he would go with him. She handed over the restaurant business to her father to take care of, and when she had free time, she immediately agreed.

The weather in early summer is as hot as a stove and humid.

When he went out to work, she came out of the hotel alone.

Walk through the 100-year-old stone sloping street, which is lined with stalls selling groceries. There are all kinds of gadgets inside. Masks, Chinese knots, dim sum. Compared to the luxurious shopping malls, this place is full of the smell of fireworks in the world.

Walk through the stone streets, where many walls are occupied by artists, showing their understanding of art.

She spent an afternoon wandering aimlessly in the alleys, and a lot of personalized graffiti were hidden in the alleys, depicting the scene of the old **.

There are all kinds of coffee shops in the streets and alleys, and she chose one to walk in and ordered a chestnut paste cake, a mango tart, and a cup of coffee, which was enough to eliminate all the fatigue.

Looking out the window, I saw not only rows of high-rise buildings, but also aunts carrying vegetable baskets, students eating fish balls, couples drinking milk tea, and the ancestral hall full of fireworks.

When he came to her after he was busy, she was trying on shoes at a luxury ** store.

He walked over to her and handed over his wallet.

She smiled sweetly, waved her hand and said, "No, I'll pay for it myself." ”

He shoved his wallet into her hand, "You don't spend my money, so what's the point of me making money?"

She covered her mouth and laughed, "People say that couples can't give writing shoes to each other, and they will disperse when they walk." ”

He took her hand and walked in the direction of the cash register, "Give you shoes so that you can wear them, go to better places, live a better life, bypass traps, and take fewer detours." ”

She grinned and said, "It turns out that the little white shoes still have this effect, not only are they versatile in summer, but they also get a talisman for free." ”

They went to the Michelin-starred restaurant at the Four Seasons Hotel for Cantonese cuisine, which needs to be booked half a month in advance and is seated at 7 p.m.

There are many people eating in the restaurant, the second generation, the rich, and the celebrities...... Everyone has a story behind them. Even among the men and women who seem to be enjoying the joy of the moment, they don't know how many couples are right, and how many are like them that belong to the unruly love that cannot see the light.

She asked for a cup of mandarin duck milk tea, and ordered steamed fish, abalone chicken rice grains, wonton noodles, and dragon with jade pear fragrance.

He patiently plucked the thorns out of the fish and put his chopsticks into her bowl.

After dinner, the two walked hand in hand at the Central Pier.

At this moment, he hugged her in the fierce sea breeze, lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead.

When embracing each other, you can forget the order and rules of the world, maybe it is enough for two people to love each other.

On the promenade, there is a 60-meter-high giant Ferris wheel, lit up with purple-blue lights, contrasting with the high-rise buildings behind it, becoming the most gentle and affectionate picture in the night sky.

After buying tickets for the independent box, they queued for fifteen minutes before they sat down.

The Ferris wheel rises to offer a panoramic view of Victoria Harbour from different angles.

She was a little afraid of heights, and she thought that it would be okay to sit in the Ferris wheel, but it was full of transparent glass. After she sat up, the whole person was not good, her body was tense throughout the whole process, and she had no intention of looking at the scenery.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you. He took her into his arms, and his embrace reassured her.

She smiled shyly, showed her beautiful dimples, and said coquettishly, "You sing to me." ”

He pursed his lips lightly, "The world is always lingering on the Ferris wheel, gazing at the flow of the world from a high place, the lost place will still laugh and cry, the ups and downs of the world silently welcome and send off, when life seems to linger on the Ferris wheel, the happy place kisses the starry sky at any time, and the frightened place can still hug you, as if in the game forget the weight ......"

A song of Eason Chan's "Ferris Wheel of Happiness", his singing voice is affectionate and slow, she cried when she listened to it, and her happiness overflowed in her heart.

She recalls when she was younger, when she was plagued by a math problem. There was a clean and clear singing voice in my ears, and the haze in my heart was swept away. She ran down the stairs barefoot and pushed open the courtyard door. The young man sat on the steps in a white shirt and played the guitar, his slightly messy hair naturally drooped, blocking his dense eyes and face, and his deep eyes were not shocked, shining like a sea of stars. For a split second, she felt like time had stood still.

It is said that when the sky is at its peak, if you kiss your lover, you will go on forever. As high as happiness is, the Ferris wheel is as high as it is.

Stopping a little when the Ferris wheel reached the very top, he put his arm around her waist with one hand and kissed her on the cheek with the other, and this kiss lasted until the Ferris wheel landed.

The two walked back to the hotel, in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the high-rise rooms, overlooking Victoria Harbour and the Kowloon Peninsula.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can look at the scenery shower, for her, luxury can live, cheap hotels can also live, this is her body makes him comfortable temperament.

Jiang Yimo is used to being ** all over her body in front of her, with a tall and slender figure, which looks so perfect in the night.

She hugged him behind her, stretched out her index finger on the back of his **, and wrote the first word one stroke at a time.

"Yimo, do you know what I just wrote?"

He lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Is my word?"

She raised her hand again and slowly wrote down a word, "What about this?"

He thought for a moment, "Love, right?"

She smiled and continued to write, and when she was done, she asked, "What about this?"

"You, aren't you?"

The corners of her mouth curled, and she smiled mischievously, "That's right, how do you pronounce three words together?"

Jiang Yimo smiled, turned around and hugged her, stared at her deeply, and held her face with his hand, "I love you." ”

He began to stroke her, taking off her bathrobe to connect with her. She was unconscious as if she were on the verge of sleep, and she didn't dry her hair even after washing it. Half-asleep, she faintly heard the low sound of a hair dryer and the feeling of a man's fingers brushing her hair.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, a beam of white moonlight projected through the gap in the curtains, shallow on his clean face, and the outline seemed a little softer than usual.

He put his arm under her neck, grabbed her hand tightly, and pressed his face against her shoulder, lingering with compassion.

She got up to drink water, walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw the silent mountains and sea.

The night was clean tonight, and there was a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the white light illuminated her forehead.

He woke up suddenly, got up and sat down on the bed, and whispered around to her, "Candy, Candy, where are you?"

His restless voice was like that of a lost teenager, and as he had been in his youth, he relied on her.

She turned back to him, "Yimo, I'm here." ”

His eyes were sad, and he whispered, "I can't sleep when you're not around." ”

She felt as if she had been filled with honey, and suddenly jumped onto the big bed, eager to rub him into her body.

For the next week, in addition to rolling the sheets in high spirits, it was actually more pure sleep. Maybe tired, maybe relaxed, he often slept beside her.