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Sending the driver away, Lin Mufan opened the door, came to the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.

Mu Qingyou looked at Lin Mufan in front of him, and asked puzzledly, "Where are we going?" Why don't you go back to the hotel? ”

It was already half past eight when he got on the plane, and Mu Qingyou only slept on the plane for two hours, which would be a little sleepy, but looking at Lin Mufan's meaning, it seemed that where else to go, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Take you to supper, aren't you hungry?" Lin Mufan looked at the quiet back seat through the rearview mirror.

Lin Mufan didn't say that it was okay, but when he said it, Mu Qingyou really felt that he was a little hungry, and his little hand couldn't help but caress his deflated abdomen, and asked, "At this time?" And food? ”

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Mufan asked with a smile.

Mu Qingyou thought about it, shook his head, and said: "Anyway, don't be too greasy, in Italy these days, I eat too much every day, I want to eat something light." ”

When she thought of those greasy Western foods, she felt uncomfortable in her quiet stomach, and sure enough, she was afraid of eating too much this time.

Lin Mufan looked at Mu Qingyou's complaining expression and laughed softly.

Mu Qingyou listened to Lin Mufan's laughter, and the corners of his lips also hooked a shallow arc, and continued: "I want to eat porridge." ”

The lighter the thing, the deeper the love of the curtain is quiet.

When Lin Mufan heard her words, he replied: "Do you want to eat porridge?" ”

"Hmm."

"Okay, I just know that there is a seafood porridge that is doing well, do you want to try it?" Lin Mufanti yì.

When Mu Qingyou heard this, he nodded lightly and said, "Yes." ”

Anyway, as long as it's not those Western foods, it's fine.

Five or six minutes later, Lin Mufan parked the car on the tree-lined path, and then took the quiet little hand and walked on the path.

For Lin Mufan holding his hand from time to time, Mu Qingyou is now completely used to it, there is no struggle, he calmly lets Lin Mufan lead him, and Mu Qingyou follows Lin Mufan in small steps, strolling on the streets of a foreign country.

Until many years later, Mu Qingyou can still clearly remember the quiet and tranquility of himself and Lin Mufan at this moment, and every time he reminisces, Mu Qingyou's heart flows with happiness.

After eating supper, Lin Mufan returned to the hotel with Mu Qingyou, the two took a shower successively, just like in Italy, Lin Mufan blew his hair for Mu Qingyou, Mu Qingyou also from the beginning of the discomfort, to now get used to Lin Mufan's touch, after a while, Mu Qingyou fell asleep on Lin Mufan's lap, Lin Mufan gently hugged Mu Qingyou and lay on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and the two fell asleep with each other.

The moment he opened his eyes, Mu Qingyou blinked and looked at Lin Mufan's silhouette, the corners of his lips hooked up a shallow smile, and he gently withdrew from Lin Mufan's arms, Mu Qingyou changed into a long-sleeved lace dress, stepped on flat shoes, and left the room lightly.

When Lin Mufan woke up, Mu Qingyou hadn't come back yet, looking at the empty room, Lin Mufan jumped up from the bed, drilled his head and saw the note left by Mu Qingyou, knowing that she had gone downstairs for breakfast, Lin Mufan got up and walked into the bathroom to quickly freshen up, change into casual sportswear, and walk towards the hotel restaurant.

Mu Qingyou sat in a conspicuous position, eating elegantly, Lin Mufan slowly walked in front of her and sat down, Mu Qingyou estimated that Lin Mufan should almost get up, so he ordered breakfast for him first, toast bread, a glass of milk, Lin Mufan smiled at Mu Qingyou.

After breakfast, Lin Mufan first took the curtain to walk around the streets of Paris, France, and in the next few days, Lin Mufan took the curtain to see the Eiffel Tower, and the two also went to the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, and the Champs-Elysées streets.

The last stop, Lin Mufan settled in Provence, Mu Qingyou said no objection, after getting ready, Lin Mufan drove to Provence with Mu Qingyou, looking at the endless sea of purple lavender in front of him, Mu Qingyou opened his arms, greeted the breeze, took a deep breath, and raised a satisfied smile.

Lin Mufan carried the camera on his back and filmed this scene, looking at the quiet and satisfied expression in the photo, Lin Mufan also smiled.

"Like it here?" Lin Mufan walked behind Mu Qingyou, hugged Mu Qingyou from behind, and whispered: "Do you know that there is a story in Provence?" ”

For Lin Mufan suddenly hugged him, Mu Qingyou's body stiffened, his back was facing his chest, Mu Qingyou was nervous at the beginning, and gradually relaxed in the end, raised his head, looked at the man behind him, and asked: "Story?" ”

"Legend has it that there was a young girl in the village of Provence, who always went to pick budding flowers in the cold winter, and later, saved a distant and injured young man, she was captured by the smile of the young man, and despite the opposition of her family, she took the young man home to recuperate, and finally the two fell in love, the girl insisted on going out with the young man, and the old man of the village gave the young girl a bouquet of lavender, it is said that the fragrance of lavender can make unclean things appear, and the young girl threw the bouquet of lavender on the young man's body when the young man was choking her and was about to leave, The young man turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, and then the girl disappeared with him, and some people said that the girl was looking for the youth, leaving only a sentence 'Actually, I am the heart you want to travel far.' ’”

Lin Mufan's deep voice drifted through the air.

Mu Qing asked incomprehensibly: "That girl is so stupid, even if that young man is really an unclean thing, it is enough for the two to truly love each other, so why care about each other's identities." ”

"Thelavenderflower, waiting for love, so, the flower language of lavender is an extension of this allusion?" Mu Qingyou chuckled, and after listening to this story, his heart was very heavy.

Lin Mufan, who was behind him, noticed her thoughts, but just looked at her intently, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Mu Qingyou leaned on Lin Mufan's body, and said distractedly: "Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, is there really such a feeling in this world?" ”

Looking at the sea of flowers in front of her, after hearing the allusions that Lin Mufan said, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but sigh from her heart, she couldn't help but think of the relationship between herself and Qi Ziwei, in fact, what she wanted was very simple, just plain, but ......

"As long as you believe, there is." Lin Mufan turned his quiet body, stared at her, and said, "Look at your parents, whether it's your parents or my parents, at least now they are in love with each other, this is happiness, isn't it?" ”

"Am I happy?"