To tell Wei Zhijun the truth, the food taste here in the magic capital is a little different from the northern taste he is used to, and he is not used to it.

But Chen Xinlan eats deliciously, and the taste of her hometown can always evoke all kinds of memories sealed in her mind, she eats very happily and has a great appetite.

Wei Zhijun also let go of eating under her infection.

The two of them added two or three other dishes later, drank half of the orange water, asked the waiter to serve beer, and the two of them sat down and drank each other, eating very happily.

After settling the account and leaving, Chen Xinlan and Wei Zhijun held hands and walked through the streets of Lane Tangkou.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the old town looks vast under the shroud of light and shadow.

Just a few steps away, Chen Xinlan noticed that it was snowing.

Tiny snow, little by little, swirls down in mid-air.

She reached out to catch it, and the little snowflake slipped lightly through her fingers and landed on the ground.

Soon, the entire long street was paved with a sparse layer of whitening.

Chen Xinlan likes this kind of snowy weather, the white snow light and the light and shadow of the street lamps complement each other, giving people a different kind of romantic tenderness.

She held Wei Zhijun's arm, and the two of them talked all the way, strolling through the streets and alleys of the old city.

"It's Ermalu Elementary School, and that's where I used to study. Chen Xinlan pointed to a campus that looked like some traces of time.

It's still winter vacation, the campus door is closed, it's pitch black inside, and when you get closer, you can vaguely see the stone tablet carved into the wall by the light, and the font on it is mottled with paint.

"The middle school is also nearby, it's called Erma Road Middle School, well, it's diagonally opposite, on the other side of the road!" Chen Xinlan said to Wei Zhijun, pointing to the other side of the road.

Wei Zhijun has been listening, following Chen Xinlan's footsteps, and looking at the places where she once lived and the traces of the years she has passed in her growth.

"At that time, there were sweet potato cakes sold at the school gate, two cents a piece, every day after school, I would buy one to eat, that grandma's craftsmanship is really good, especially fragrant. Chen Xinlan said.

Wei Zhijun understands this feeling, and he often thinks of the things he ate when he was a child, and the food in his childhood memory always feels that it is a delicacy in the world, and when he grows up, he eats it again, but he can no longer find the taste in his memory.

The figure of the two people walking side by side was stretched long, the whole alley was quiet and uninhabited, and there was a certain quiet atmosphere between the two walking.

Under a telephone pole, Wei Zhijun stopped, smiled, and pressed Chen Xinlan against the telephone pole.

The street lamp overhead plated their figures with a hazy veil, and Wei Zhijun lowered his head and kissed Chen Xinlan's head.

Chen Xinlan looked left and right weakly, worried that she would be embarrassed by an acquaintance.

Wei Zhijun stretched out his hand to lift Chen Xinlan's chin, and the two of them looked at each other, their eyes tender and delicate.

The lips of the two people slowly approached, first touching each other with a little water, and then, Wei Zhijun put one hand around Chen Xinlan's waist and clasped the back of her head with the other, deepening the kiss little by little.

The snow is drifting overhead, and the dog is barking in the ears!

The two kissed each other.

They didn't notice a couple coming in from the alley, who had just finished attending a friend's son's wedding banquet and were on their way home.

The woman looked at the two figures lingering under the street lamp from a distance, and complained about the inappropriateness of the young people now.

The man didn't think so, but when he approached him, his face changed.

Because he found that the person who was kissing a man with his eyes closed was actually his daughter Chen Xinlan.

Chen Hanbiao is machismo and has a good face, he thinks that his daughter is back coldly, and she is still messing with a wild man at the door of her house, is this deliberately coming back to slap him in the face?

couldn't hold back, and immediately shouted: "Chen Xinlan, let me ask you if you still want a face?"

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