"It's a little too uninteresting here, and I won't go to this kind of temple for money in the future." Zhu Jia glanced back at the inside of the gate behind him again.

"I don't think it's interesting." Li Zifan followed him and walked out of it, the sun was falling, her eyes narrowed, and she saw the bend up close. Bend. Target. Eyelashes. Mao, leaving slender shadows under the corners of his eyes, those bright eyes and dark pupils with a hint that he couldn't. Hide. Open. The depth of the charm.

"I guess the arched bridge we saw at the door was the Maple Bridge, I didn't look at it seriously at the time, I wanted to go back and see." Zhu Jia said with a firm face, turned around and glanced back at Li Zifen.

"It's so hot, do you really want to go?" Li Zifen wanted to get out of here as soon as possible because of the heat of the day, but she also wanted to take another look in her heart.

This bridge was also present in her childhood. Before she knew it, the young man in front of her walked towards the calligraphy corridor again.

When she was close to the curtain, her heart seemed to be in her skin. I felt the coolness in my face before, and a few seconds later, I was blown on my face again by a hot breeze.

Slender willow leaves. Shadow. Fall. On the dry white concrete floor, the space below is darkened a lot.

"I'll go to the bridge, and you can take a picture of me below." Zhu Jia handed her the phone, and the person ran quickly towards the bridge, looking in the direction of her camera.

She micro. Bend. With her slender . Legs., bay., son, looking at the camera with a serious face, and the breeze blowing through her hair, Zhu Jia suddenly felt that this moment was like an unforgettable picture that would be imprinted in his mind.

"Are you alright?" He shouted at Li Zifen, who was more than ten meters in front of him. The skin of the person who was being photographed standing on the steps of the bridge below him. Small. Black. The young girl and a few students walking in the distance seemed to follow the sound.

She didn't answer, still tilting her phone, the camera pointing at him, her right index finger seemingly tapping lightly on the screen.

Zhu Jia stood for another two seconds and ran in her direction, still looking at the pictures she had taken on the screen.

"Would you like to take a picture too?" Zhu Jia took the phone and didn't look at what he had just taken.

"No, the sun is too dazzling, let's hurry to a cool place." She raised her head slightly, as if she hadn't drunk water for a long time, and her face was a little listless.

At this time, a lot of self-driving cars were parked outside the gate of the scenic spot, and the two of them walked through the middle of the slow-moving cars on Fengqiao Road, and waited until the gate of the scenic spot was blocked by the first few two-story buildings on the edge of the street, and the summer seemed to have come to its original scenery again, and bursts of known chirps sounded one after another in the treetops.

She walked on the wide sidewalk in front of a row of shops on the right side of the road, and her eyes always looked to the right, "This piano shop is so artistic." “

When Zhu Jia heard her say this, she knew that she wanted to take a look inside, through the floor-to-ceiling glass, in a row of wind chimes hanging down, there were many glass balls with a fairy tale world in the middle of the small space of the sandalwood frame against the wall. A piano sits in the middle of a room decorated with dark sandalwood that is not very large.

"It's a pity the door is locked." Her somewhat lost voice reached his ears, and as she passed by its gate, she glanced back and said to Zhu Jia in front of her, "I found that the shops here like to close." “

Zhu Jia was a little tired and didn't reply to her, he walked past the bus stop, and suddenly thought to himself: 'Will she think that this is the place to take the bus right away?' He also deliberately glanced back at the girl.

She followed him, covered in body. Feel. Straight. Consume. Exhaust. With all her strength, maybe finding a place to sit is what she dreams of now.

Walking through this street at noon on a summer day, the vision ahead again appears as a bright concrete floor and an elevated highway not far away.

The green line in the map points two centimeters to the right. Yellow. Line. On the elevated road, he was a little unsure, he took advantage of the green light to take her to the center quickly, looked to the right, and the green light in front of him began to flash.

"Go back." He hurriedly said to Li Zifan behind him.

Under the high bridge that interweaves back and forth in two directions, the sunlight cannot shine in at all, and the space inside is a bit deep of a cave.

The soil in this green belt in the middle of the road still retains a moist black color. Coarse. Strong. The concrete building meandered to a height of five meters, and it seemed that it could no longer climb up, only a few slender branches and leaves climbed to two-thirds of its height of seven or eight meters.

Her eyes looked at the vines from time to time, until he led her into the platform in the bridge, where the car in the distance drove by in front of the traffic lights flashing green.

She remembered everything under this bridge hole, and if one day in the future, she could depict her scene with oil painting. Violent. Day. Heaven and earth under the light, a. Green. Spring. Beauty. The good girl is looking up slightly at the elevated side. Quiet. Dark. A vine man that surrounds a small world.