The gift is a model of a book, slowly opened, each page evenly spreading, with the sound of whirring wind.

Suddenly, the light suddenly brightened, and the warm light diffused from between the pages, becoming a colorful lamp box.

"Wow!" Wang Mo likes the gift in front of him very much, the brilliance is free, and the color is different when opened repeatedly, which is very exquisite.

Zhao Qian looked at Wang Mo's face, and when she saw him with joy, she also had a smile and shyness.

"You can put it on your bedside table and use it as a night light at night." After speaking, Zhao Qian suddenly had an astringent nose and itchy eyes.

When she bought this light box, she prepared a lot of words to say to Wang Mo, and the use of the function is not just a night light.

Is it that I have imagined that Ben Xian is too beautiful? When online dating meets reality, romance meets material, those things prepared for meeting you can only be buried in your heart, let it be moldy and smelly!

There were still many places in the room that needed to be cleaned, the sheets soaked in dirt and blood, the black coffee scattered all over the floor, the beer cans kicked around......

Wang Mo took the precious gift back to his room and began to help Zhao Qian unwrap the sheets. Although you can call to ask the hotel's cleaning to change the set, Zhao Qian always feels obscure and insists on washing it herself.

Put the sheet into the washing machine, Zhao Qian picked up the teacup, shook it, and asked Wang Mo, who was mopping the floor, "You can make some water." ”

"What?" Wang Mo didn't understand, and looked at Zhao Qian with a mople.

"Just make some water!"

Zhao Qian shook the cup in his hand at him, "I want to drink water." ”

Wang Mo, who realized it later, sighed, put down the mop and went to get the kettle. Fill the kettle with water, turn to Zhao Qian and say, "We don't say that over there, you should be considered a dialect." ”

"Really? So what should I say? ”

"If you say, 'Boil some water' or 'Boil some water,' I'll know."

The kettle was put on the stove and it was boiling, and the hut was filled with a mist of water.

Zhao Qian took out the sheets from the washing machine, shook them, and glanced at the drying rack on the balcony at a loss: "Wang Mo, come and help, it's too high!" ”

The afternoon sun was not very good, it was overcast, as if it was about to plot a rainstorm.

Seeing that the sheets might not be dry, Wang Mo changed the bed to Zhao Qian, cleaned up the bed for him, and everything in the room was restored to normal. Then the two of them sat in their room and watched TV until late in the evening, choosing a nearby restaurant and going out together.

Everything doesn't seem to be out of the ordinary, and when you get to the small restaurant, there are still people who mistake it for a young couple, and they still laugh at it.

After taking a shower, Zhao Qian would lie on the bed and watch TV sexily, Wang Mo didn't want to go back to the room alone, and stayed with her on the sofa. The TV was playing a comedy movie, and the two of them would giggle when they saw the funny place, and the laughter would only make the silent summer night even more lonely.

This summer night is lonely, and even if two people live together, neither can find comfort in the other.

In the middle of the night, Wang Mo suddenly lost his sleepiness, and when he saw that the time was 2 o'clock in the morning, the even more lonely Cui envoy lost his mind, so he involuntarily walked out of the room and gently pushed Zhao Qian's door......

The door of the room was locked, and Wang Mo only woke up at this moment, yes, she no longer trusts me!

Returning to his room baldly, Wang Mo's heart ached, his fingers lightly touched the scratches on his chin and neck, although there were blood scabs, but there was still a faint pain when he pressed his fingers. This pain is proof, evidence of his guilt!

……

According to the third day of the travel plan, they will go today: Xuanwu Gate, Jiming Temple, Museum, Presidential Palace, 1972 Style Street...... Wang Mo lost his sleepiness early in the morning, as if he was not the one who had insomnia last night, and he began to wonder if he had really touched Zhao Qian's door in the middle of the night.

It wasn't until seven o'clock that Zhao Qian got up and opened the door, smiled meaningfully at Wang Mo and asked, "Wang Mo, did you say it well last night?" I was chatting with my classmates and didn't sleep at 2 o'clock at night, so I ...... I'm up a little late today. ”

Wang Mo was stunned when he heard this, pretended to nod frankly, smiled, and said that he slept soundly. But Wang Mo knew in his heart that Zhao Qian already knew that he had pushed through her door in the middle of the night.

Wang Mo was a little embarrassed. Look, I'm really a shameless guy!

With an embarrassed smile, Wang Mo boiled the kettle with water, and then prepared for today's journey.

These attractions in Xuanwu Lake are all in the urban area, so you don't need to prepare too many things. And judging from the experience of visiting Yangzhou yesterday, I may not be able to go to a few places.

But a lot of times, things tend to go the other way around.

Zhao Qian's mood seems to be quite good, and she talks a lot more than yesterday, and after washing up, she shouts that she wants to eat the duck blood fans of that Internet celebrity store.

"Wang Mo, today's duck blood smells a little fishy, have you eaten it?" Zhao Qian put down her chopsticks and smacked her lips in disgust.

"In summer, things are easy to spoil! But I didn't see any smell in it, huh? I think it's delicious! Wang Mo said and took a sip of soup from the bowl, as if he was enjoying it.

Zhao Qian wrinkled her nose at him and scolded, "The starving ghost was reincarnated, right?" I don't think you're going to have a stomach mess today. ”

After speaking, Zhao Qian unscrewed the teacup, took a sip of water and rinsed her mouth, and then looked at the duck blood fan in front of her and shook her head in disappointment: "I knew earlier, I went to eat sticky pot dumplings!" ”

"Haven't you eaten enough?" Wang Mo asked with concern, glanced across the road, and asked her if she wanted to buy a few buns.

Zhao Qian shook her head, glanced at the time on her mobile phone and reminded Wang Mo: "You better hurry up and eat, the places you are going to today are quite miscellaneous, and the locations don't match,...... There is still a long way to go! ”

Zhao Qian sighed on the table, glanced at the map in her mobile phone, from Jiming Temple to the museum, and then ran back from the museum to the presidential palace, the line was particularly chaotic.

"I don't know what you thought when you wrote the plan!"

"It's been carefully calculated, right?" Seeing Zhao Qian questioning the dozens of all-night designated travel routes, Wang Mo felt aggrieved.

The opening time of each place is different, from the beginning of going to Xuanwu Gate in the morning to the end of the 1972 style street at night, this is already the most reasonable arrangement, the museum and the presidential palace have closing hours, and you can not successfully complete today's task if you move it casually......

Seeing that Wang Mo began to scream, Zhao Qian hurriedly disarmed and surrendered: "Okay, good!" I've wronged you, you're very powerful, okay! ”

……

Take a taxi from Confucius Temple to Xuanwu Gate, stand in front of the towering city gate and look up, as if you have traveled to ancient times. Many young men and women wear Hanfu to take pictures and sketch here, which is full of ancient style.

Incompatible with the ancient style here, is the lottery stall behind the Xuanwu Gate, where many citizens gather to try their luck, and the stall owner shouts the slogan of getting rich overnight.

Wang Mo also squeezed in and bought two, but he didn't have that luck, and wasted twenty yuan in vain.

Walking with Zhao Qian, I went to the lotus pond to take pictures, went to the Buddha statue of Guanyin to observe, and finally rocked a small boat and walked through the lotus.