It was nearly twelve o'clock when she returned to the small courtyard, and after the excitement of arriving in a foreign land, Mu Yan felt very tired. She saw Qin Hanyang sitting on the sofa and turned on the TV, and she didn't seem to be sleepy, so she said that she was sleepy and went to sleep first.

Qin Hanyang glanced at her, nodded, and stared at the TV again.

Mu Yan didn't know if he was really watching TV or thinking about something. Since getting off the plane, he has made her feel a little rusty, and she feels like a veil between them, as if they were about to be separated.

She took a quick shower, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Through the black crowd, she tried her best to find Qin Hanyang's figure. In the lively night market, all kinds of new and strange goods can no longer attract her attention.

He walked ahead, and she kept following closely, and waves of people rushed over, and she suddenly couldn't see him, and her forehead sweated rapidly.

What should I do if I lose him in a foreign land? I don't know my address, I don't have any documents on me, and it's the first time I go abroad, and everything is a strange experience.

She looked around in a panic, and tears could not help but burst into her eyes. She ignored the strange gazes around her and shouted Qin Hanyang's name......

She kicked her feet, and a feeling of stepping into the air, woke up.

It turned out to be a dream!

She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and saw that the bed next to her was still empty.

The cell phone on the bedside showed 2:20 a.m. She remembered that there was a time difference of one hour in Thailand, and now it was time to go to bed at just over one o'clock, and she knew that Qin Hanyang had the habit of going to bed early.

The living room was dark, and with the help of the lights in the courtyard, she quietly walked to the front of another small bedroom, the door was hidden, and Qin Hanyang's even breathing could be heard.

After standing quietly for a while, knowing that he was asleep, she returned to the large bedroom with some disappointment.

She walked over to the table, where some small cloth bags and silk and linen scarves were piled up on top of what she had just bought at the night market.

She remembered that the dream just now was half real, he was walking in front, she wanted to go over and hold his hand, there were too many people coming and going in the night market, and the narrow passage, she couldn't walk side by side with him.

Seeing the Bangkok bag, she couldn't move her feet likely, and called Qin Hanyang to come and see, and he stopped.

"It's so beautiful, you can help me pick which one is good!" Mu Yan looked at him a little coquettishly.

Qin Hanyang flipped through it casually, looking not very interested. "This kind of cloth bag back will not be wanted once or twice, it is easy to deform and difficult to take care of."

"But, it's really beautiful!" Mu Yan didn't want to give up, she didn't have a Tai strain in her pocket.

"Then pick a few small ones, put some small bits and pieces that can barely be used to play."

Qin Hanyang picked a few more elegant colors and paid the money. Mu Yan happily carried the bag, like a baby. She asked him for a share of his attention and love.

She touched the scarf, and the goose-yellow elephant pattern on the dark green background was what she wanted to give to her mother. At that time, she wanted to buy a few more for Qin's mother and the second and third aunts Xinyi, but Qin Hanyang stopped her, and she realized that the Qin family was wealthy, and they couldn't look down on this kind of night market thing.

Mu Yan sighed, she felt that the gap between her and Qin Hanyang's life level was becoming more and more obvious in the subtleties, he had high requirements for the quality of all kinds of things, and she felt that her liking was much inferior.

As soon as it was dawn, Mu Yan woke up, she found a casual pants suit in the closet, and ran to the yard to stretch her body.

Qin Hanyang was even earlier than her, sitting at the white rattan table in the courtyard drinking tea.

"Morning! Did you sleep well? Mu Yan couldn't help but ask him with concern.

Qin Hanyang looked back at her, a smile on his lips, "Morning, today we are walking around the ancient city, the old city is not big, it should be enough to walk for one day." Tomorrow morning you can go to Doi Suthep Temple on the mountain, and when you come back, you will pass by Chiang Mai University, which is barely a scenic spot, and the plane back tomorrow night should not delay your work. What do you think? ”

She was already accustomed to Qin Hanyang's domineering, and she was a little uncomfortable when she suddenly asked her for advice. "Well, okay, listen to your arrangement."

"I'll go back and sleep again, and we'll leave in an hour, find a place to eat, and then start shopping." Qin Hanyang drank the last cup of tea and got up to go back to the house.

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, Qin Hanyang's politeness was obviously a kind of life, she was a little lost, but she didn't know how to solve it.

After stretching a few times in the yard, she sat in a daze on the rattan chair that Qin Hanyang had sat on.

When Qin Hanyang came out with the camera, Mu Yan had already fallen asleep on the table.

"Wake up, you're going to get cold when you sleep here."

Hearing Qin Hanyang call her, Mu Yan rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine! Let's go now? She made her smile look brighter.

Qin Hanyang touched her head, it was not hot, he put his heart at ease, and said Let's go!

Mu Yan caught up with him, and the two went out of the courtyard.

In January in Chiang Mai, the weather is perfect and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Mu Yan peeked at Qin Hanyang's face as calm and indifferent, she approached him and reached out to hold him. His face was still as calm as ever, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

Walking on the streets of a foreign country, there is less noise of the night market during the day, there are not too many people, and most of the faces passing by are Chinese, which makes people suspect that this is an old street in Lijiang. There are one more casual shops on the street, each with its own unique arrangement of flowers and interesting knick-knacks.

The mottled walls of the old city wall summoned the history of the city, Qin Hanyang took out his camera, framed and took pictures, and naturally shook off Mu Yan's hand.

Qin Hanyang looked at the scenery in the camera, and Mu Yan looked at him.

He was always a unique sight in her eyes, fascinated and elusive.

Turn a street or two, and there will always be a temple with different shapes and layouts. Qin Hanyang always finds a plaque introducing the history of the temple, and he reads it with relish for half an hour at a time.

He held his camera to frame the frame from different angles and took some photos of the characteristics of the architectural style.

Mu Yan was a little bored to watch, she looked enviously at the girls sitting on the grass, taking pictures of each other in various poses, watching the couples with their fingers clasped together whispering, and occasionally seeing one or two couples kissing without avoiding others. She was nervous about them, and it was said that Buddhist countries did not allow couples to be too intimate in public.

A girl came over and asked her to help take a photo with her boyfriend, she looked at the two people in the camera and smiled sweetly and pressed the shutter.

"Thanks, I'll take a picture for you too!" The girl pointed at her and Qin Hanyang very enthusiastically.

Mu Yan pulled Qin Hanyang, who was busy, he turned around and said thank you, and then focused on patting a vase held by the goddess of the earth.

Mu Yan was a little disappointed, she returned the camera to the girl, looking at their backs playing while walking, her heart suddenly felt sour.

Qin Hanyang finally put away his camera with satisfaction, and said to himself, this kind of golden building must reflect the light when the sun sets. He turned around and looked at Mu Yan with a lost face, a little puzzled, and asked her what was wrong?

She smiled wryly, wondering if I had imagined love too well! How does such a trip feel like he is his assistant and little follower......