She just looked at it quietly. Yellow. Light walked out of the small corridor, and then tiredly said to the young man sitting on the iron chair, who was looking sideways at him, "Let's go out for a walk." ”

"Don't look at this? It's coming. He replied.

"Forget it, it's all for children, and the ticket price is not cheap." She replied.

The hall of the Science and Technology Museum is as spacious as a basketball court, probably because in the morning, I rarely saw two pairs of young women with children.

On the contrary, it was the bright world outside, which made her want to take a good break, and she was just on the road. Ride. It's pretty good. Refreshing. Now, as soon as I calm down, I feel that it is not exciting.

Hearts special. Stuffy, her legs are still a little numb, every step is like stepping on a needle, of course not so sharp, but not easy, it will make her expression bitter like a person who has been electrocuted.

The wind in the square against the river is very strong, and the sun has dispersed the haze a lot, and I can feel this touch warmly. Warm. Yang. Imprinted on the body, that. Share. Warm moments. Dip.,Run. And come, Qin. Enter. in her heart.

She quickly eased up.

I don't know how many years the building complex, when the smog was still heavy before, I thought like a rain, dark gray building shape.

Now it's like a white color.

Standing on the bridge of the Cultural Square, she looked back at the vast arc of buildings connected by the Science and Technology Museum, the Museum and the Commercial Plaza, and said to the young man beside her: "I don't know if the breakfast I ate in the morning was not good, or it was cold on the road, and I was so uncomfortable before." ”

"It must be that the breakfast is not good, there are so many ashes in the eyes, you still don't know, I knew you would be like this, and you still don't listen." He said.

She leaned on the railing and glanced into the river under the bridge, and shook her head disapprovingly: "Not necessarily, I. . . Belly. Child. It is particularly easy to get cold, and it hurts a lot when I get cold, and I just ride a bicycle on the road. I sweated so much, and I was blown by the wind. Tell you what you're doing. Would you like to take a picture of you, or let's take a picture together, and when you think about it later, when you look back, you still think it's nice to be able to meet you in such a city that you haven't been to before. ”

Especially with such a have. Taste. Dao boy, she glanced at the young man beside her, she grinned, and when she laughed, she could clearly feel that she was a little dehydrated. Lip stop. Dry. Target.

"Someone, then? There's no one on the road, so why don't you call the man. He was also quite interested, pointing to the short man in his thirties who was holding a video with his mobile phone.

She was in no mood in an instant: "If you want to go, why should I go, if you don't shoot, forget it." ”

The memories of many years ago in Maoshan suddenly appeared in his mind like a tide at this moment. I suddenly thought of that trip.

It was as if a moment ago, the outline of the intersection of the streets of Zhaohui Road reappeared in his mind, producing such a deep memory.

He smiled and said, "You stand over there, I'll take a picture of you." ”

She originally wanted to refuse, shooting in this background, it was always a bit of the color of her parents' generation 20 years ago, and now it looks obviously an old-fashioned building from the last century, and it really feels that way.

"Is that okay?" Her voice. I always feel a little unique and moving. Listen, stand on the bridge deck and look at the piece in the middle of the edge of the square. Lip. Valve., and a little shy, not very open, said with a smile.

In his picture, she already showed her appearance at this time.

Right shoulder. Carry. Wearing the Korean version of the versatile Korean version of the popular small bag, the strap is gray and black, and the hook at the bottom of the right strap is new and delicate, reflecting the bright light in the sun.

She wore a beige cashmere coat that reached her knees, and the brown wrinkled skirt was a little and a half inches below the edge of the cashmere coat, and she wore it on her feet. Tasteless. Powder. Hue. Black. Heel flats.

Before she knew it, he had taken several shots in a row.

"Alright." He beckoned to Wu Xuan, who was seven or eight meters away.

When she ran over, he was looking down at the screen on his phone, obviously staring at his photo.

"I've taken a few more photos, you choose a few that look good, and I'll send them to you." He said.

"It's really a bit like the photos taken by my parents, you took a good picture, you send them to me, I'll choose them myself later." She said.