Song Qingxin didn't want to pay attention to the cynicism of the praise, and there was another explanation - disdain - or enjoyment. The man enjoyed the feeling of a cluster of green among the flowers, and he kept saying that he wanted her women to live in peace, because he only liked several of them at the same time, when in fact only jealousy could satisfy their desire for conquest as men, and no one knew when they would use it as a conversation at the wine table.

Maybe the same is true for women, they can't be called green tea in the traditional sense, but they do enjoy the attention of men, they have a male god who they worship very much, but the one next to them will be the one who is likely to come together, they are not willing to let go of the slightest opportunity, but seeing the poor person around them a little abnormal, they will feel that they are not generous on the surface, probably in their hearts have already decided that he has accepted her test, after all, true love is not allowed to share.

She dragged Tang Xuan's arm out of the door, she thought that he should not have come to this kind of place before, so she wanted to take him around, so as to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, anyway, she came earlier than him, and was much more familiar than him, but the man didn't seem to be interested in the gadgets on the street, just yawned.

She brought the sugar man, Zhu Bajie's mask, and even the grimace he was most afraid of to him over and over again, but he didn't react at all, only occasionally responded, and then was confused, like a very cute little Zhengtai.

She wanted to buy him a change of clothes, but he didn't look like he had brought a change of clothes, and it didn't seem to be very good to borrow praise (maybe she had subconsciously regarded the things she praised as her belongings, and she didn't allow others to touch them, not even the male god, who knows?). There are no big city shopping malls that sell clothes and food upstairs and supermarkets downstairs. She can only take him to the clothing store on the street to see, she has wanted to come here for a long time, and she will not accompany her, Xiao Yao is not very old, Xiao Er is afraid that she will bring her bad, after all, a woman who always buys clothes will be considered a loser, this year, there is still a market for a thrifty girl.

In this streetside shop, almost all of them are hand-sewn by the proprietress or not, and it is hard to say whether it is original or not, but they who flaunt the designers should know more or less professional techniques.

There are not many stores, and there is competition when there are more, and there are few people who buy clothes, so who will ask for their own hardships?

Most of these shops also sell dresses worn by girls, or cotton clothes or something, there are few national costumes, and even fewer for boys, and she asks him if he likes them, and he shakes his head; When asked how it was, he shook his head. In the end, she could only use her own aesthetics to pick out a shirt and pants that couldn't distinguish between men and women, and let him go in and change.

also muttered to himself, when did he become so unassertive. She felt that she was so cheap, the party concerned didn't take it seriously at all, and she was still flattering, as if he was accompanying the vicious second female to buy clothes, and she was now eager to end this battle quickly.

She didn't dare to take him back with her, and praised her temperament, if she didn't want to kick the two of them out together, she still had to think about the next meeting, even if she wanted to sleep now.

Tang Xuan waited for a long time to come out, he didn't want to be so slow, he didn't like to trouble people, especially Song Qingxin. From childhood to adulthood, I must do it myself if I can do it, and I never need others to wait when I go out to play.

But the problem is that those pants are really a little thin for him, and they feel like women's models, he really doesn't want to be said to be gaygay when he goes out, but in fact, he also has a habit of cleanliness.

He hesitated, weighed the pros and cons, and finally the cleanliness triumphed over the embarrassment, and he walked out of the locker room door in that skinny pair of pants.

The person on the sofa seemed to be asleep, and the proprietress was only concerned about swiping her mobile phone, the girl was probably tired for a long time, and even her eyelashes were showing a faint blue-black.

He walked up to her gently, knocked on her head, and pretended nothing had happened to her while she was half asleep.

She thought he was so fast, she hadn't dreamed yet, as if she had just fallen asleep and was woken up by something, and she could only look at what he was wearing with sleepy eyes.

Feeling that it was generally good, he paid and took him to the next tourist attraction, and a person like him, who had no permanent residence in the local area, was a tourist at best.

She heard a sister mention the mountain, originally she and her classmates walked a little way before, saw a group of heroes of the Anti-Japanese Union, looked down the town, the scenery was really good, but everyone because there was still business, so they took pictures and went down the mountain.

You have to take pictures of such things as travel, why? Because if you want to post on Moments, the important thing is not that you have been there, but that your friends will know that you have become a little fairy in that place!

This time, they followed a family with grandchildren to climb up, because they didn't know the road, said to climb, in fact, it was a repaired stone road, there was a mountain road next to the side, tired people would walk, most of the people in the city were afraid of rubbing dirty shoes.

Looking at those roads, you will think how difficult it was for the guerrillas in the past, shuttling through the woods, getting their clothes torn by trees, and shuttling in the inaccessible mountains and forests to avoid the bullets of the little devils.

Last time they drove away the winding mountain road, this time it was directly from the moat, climbed the stone steps up, and met the Nine Dragons Monument head-on, the children in front of them also saw the little squirrel after climbing the wooden steps, and shouted "Yuba", and then she heard it clearly, it looked like a local, I don't know where the dialect is.

She silently thought in her heart, if she summoned seven squirrels, would she be able to summon the divine dragon?

They followed the path of the gazebo, climbing a neat but old stone steps, the people in front of them rested in the gazebo, they passed through the staggering old man, followed the people who came out of the pavilion continued to be afraid, just like "the front falls, the back follows", even a short climb has the meaning of the war of resistance.

In fact, there is no rule at all, that is, where the road is, where to go, as long as you keep up with the people in front of you will not find the road, they have become a pair of mother and son in front, although they have a breath, but the child still shouts tired, the mother can only say, come back and walk the avenue, the mountain road is too tired, I think it's okay.

After all, it's the first time I've traveled with the male god - traveling, and the surrounding forests are still around, it's not that it's a little romantic, but in this kind of place, it seems that it's still quite easy to make a scene that is easy to fall, and he should be a gentleman! It just might be a little inconvenient.