After leaving, Song Yingsheng and Yun Hu'an walked to the nearest subway station and got on the subway.

Although the area is not large, Shenzhen-Hong Kong City has the third longest subway mileage in China, but it is shorter than Yanjing City and Shanghai City.

Its total coverage is huge, and it can even be said that in Shenzhen-Hong Kong City, no matter where you go, you can solve it by subway, which is a more convenient means of transportation.

The only downside is that since most people rely on the subway, the carriages become extremely crowded, but not as exaggerated as in the Eastern Eikoku.

Yun Hou'an is now going to the Shenzhen-Hong Kong History Museum, which focuses on the history of Shenzhen-Hong Kong City from prehistory to the present, and her school asked her to find a topic in it, take a photo, and then make a PPT.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to take a photo, Yun Hu'an wouldn't have gone so far to the museum, but this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, she looked at Song Yingsheng who was playing with her mobile phone next to her and thought.

On the subway, the two chatted a little, but to be honest, there are not many topics between them, the only thing they have in common is probably studying, after all, Yun Hu'an is also a year of high school, and she is also going to walk on the road that Song Yingsheng has walked.

She asked Song Yingsheng with a little curiosity, "Brother Yingsheng, have you ever thought about which university to study?" ”

On the surface, he was asking about volunteering, but he was actually asking Song Yingsheng if he would leave Shenzhen-Hong Kong City after the scores were released.

"I don't know, after all, I don't know the score, but I should stay in Shenzhen, Hong Kong, and maybe go to Huacheng, I'm not sure." Song Yingsheng responded casually.

"Don't you go to other provinces to study?"

"If you go to a ghost province, people's living habits are different from yours, aren't you guilty if you go?"

"That's good." Yun Hu'an smiled reassuringly.

Even if Song Yingsheng goes to Huacheng to study, it doesn't matter, anyway, there is only a Xiguan between Huacheng and Shenzhen, and if Yun Hu'an wants to go, it will take more than an hour to arrive.

Seeing Yun Hu'an's smile, Song Yingsheng thought for a moment and didn't say much.

About dozens of minutes later, the train arrived at the station, and the two got off the subway.

The museum is near the subway station, although they haven't been there, but there are street signs in this world, and if you don't ask passers-by, you must be able to find it anyway.

As for the tickets, according to what I said before, Yun Hu'an paid for it, and she also paid it with her mobile phone, which was not expensive, only a few yuan, because students had discounts.

The layout of the whole museum is divided according to historical periods, such as prehistory, and then in modern times.

Generally speaking, those who have received nine years of compulsory education should have a general understanding of the history of their city, and come to the museum more just to see the cultural relics with their own eyes.

Or, this is to cheat tourists out of money and trick them into coming and seeing, but there is one thing to say, Shenzhen-Hong Kong City has no history and cannot attract many people.

This should be quite ironic, even if the GDP of Shenzhen-Hong Kong City is the highest in the country, her history is the least of the four first-tier cities, unlike the Huacheng of the people, which is already an important place for business in the Li Dynasty, and not like Yanjing, which is the royal capital of the three great unified dynasties--

The only estimate that can be compared is only Shanghai, and they have only prospered in modern times.

But this does not mean that there is no interesting ancient history in Shenzhen-Hong Kong, just take the Li Zhao Dynasty where Song Yingsheng and Yun Hu'an are now strolling around, for example, the little emperor surnamed Zhao was hunted down by the northern barbarians, and fled to a village in Shenzhen-Hong Kong.

When the villagers saw the arrival of the Son of Heaven, they couldn't help but be shocked, and they didn't know how to entertain the Supreme Supreme, so they had to take out all the ingredients in a hurry and put them in a big pot for the little emperor to eat.

And after the little emperor finished eating, he actually thought it was very delicious, and he was full of praise for it, which is the origin of the later Nanyue cuisine 'Poon Choi'.

It's far away, back to Song Yingsheng and Yun Hu'an, the girl is wandering around, taking photos randomly, looking for topics that can be used to make PPT.

If it was Song Yingsheng, he should choose one at random and be done, but the girl was not like this, she had been gone for a long time and had not chosen one.

This is also very normal, as we all know, girls have difficulty in choosing, otherwise, they don't have to go shopping, when buying things, keep asking others, this dress looks good, or that dress looks good.

Eh, doesn't that mean adults don't make choices?

Fortunately, Song Yingsheng has Coca-Cola in his hand, which means that if he is tired of walking, he can drink it to relieve fatigue.

Song Yingsheng, who was playing with his mobile phone, observed the serious expression of Yun Hu'an's recorded data, and felt that this girl who was a head shorter than him was still very cute.

If he didn't like to manage people so much, Yun Hu'an would be perfect in many ways, at least for Song Yingsheng, he thought to himself.

Yun Hu'an, who was inexplicably aware of Song Yingsheng's eyes, turned around and asked slightly confusedly, "Why do you keep looking at me?" ”

"Because I want to see it." Song Yingsheng smiled, and then took the initiative to deviate from his gaze and looked back at his phone.

Yun Hu'an pursed his lips, glanced at Song Yingsheng, and finally didn't speak.

"Ah, it's boring." After a while, Song Yingsheng, who stretched his waist, whispered.

It's been several hours, and Yun Hu'an is still searching for information.

Song Yingsheng has also been playing with his mobile phone, and happened to follow to take a look.

If it weren't for the girl's presence nearby, I guess it would have been even more boring.

He was about to continue looking back at his phone, but at this time, he suddenly heard a female voice nearby.

The girl shouted, "Yun Hu'an! ”。

Song Yingsheng looked over, and saw that in his eyes, there was a girl who was about the same height as Yun Hu'an, but her face was wearing heavy makeup--

Even Song Yingsheng thinks it's heavy makeup, you can imagine how thick it is.

She should know Yun Hu'an, and walked over and approached the position of the two.

Yun Hu'an, who was called, was startled at first, then turned his head, glanced at the girl, and then at Song Yingsheng, and said to the girl with a little embarrassment: "What a coincidence, Zhang Jiqing." ”

The girl called Zhang Jiqing seemed to be Yun Hu'an's classmate, and asked her very enthusiastically, "Are you also here to make a report?" What era did you choose? ”

"Modern ......" Although they are classmates, Yun Hu'an and her don't seem to know each other.

"Modern times are good, I also plan to choose modern times, after all, there are many historical materials." Zhang Jiqing smiled, suddenly changed the topic again, and looked at Song Yingsheng, "By the way, Hu'an, why haven't I heard of it, you have such a handsome boyfriend?" ”

As soon as she heard such a title, Yun Hu'an's cheeks immediately turned red, and the reason why she felt embarrassed before was because she was afraid of such a situation, so she quickly shook her head and wanted to refute, but was preempted by Song Yingsheng next to her.

"I'm not her boyfriend, I'm her cousin, Song Yingsheng, that's all." Song Yingsheng casually said nonsense.

For some reason, although Yun Hu'an herself had to explain, when she saw that Song Yingsheng was faster than her to justify, she felt inexplicably sad, and with a wry smile on her face, she cooperated with Song Yingsheng's performance: "Yes, he is my cousin." ”

"I see, your cousin is so handsome." This is the second time Zhang Jiqing has used this adjective, she looked at Song Yingsheng and said with a smile: "Can I ask for your WeChat, handsome guy?" ”

Obviously, she should only be fifteen or sixteen years old, just like Yun Hu'an, but it made Song Yingsheng feel extremely mature, probably because of the makeup on her face.

Sensing this, he glanced at Yun Hou'an and found that she seemed to have flattened her mouth and deliberately turned her body to the side.

Then he had no choice but to smile, as if on purpose, and said to Zhang Jiqing: "Okay, by the way, let's exchange QQ." ”

"Thank you, little handsome man." Zhang Jiqing's smile became thicker and thicker, which made Yun Hu'an next to him feel even more bad.

Her handwriting on the small notebook was slightly heavier, and every text that recorded historical materials was coated with thick ink by her.

However, the two people next to them didn't notice this scene, but continued to chat, and laughed from time to time halfway, which made the girl next to them more and more upset.

Such thoughts made her a little sad, but she still pretended not to care, rubbed her hair, did not look over there, and said:

"I'll go to the other side first, I'm going to look at modern historical materials."

Immediately afterward, she walked away.

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