I drank Meng Po soup and was reborn (24)

Late at night, crows are still flying in the trees.

We explored all the entrances and exits up and down the Jinxiang Building, and the mouse holes at the bottom.

Blowing out the dimest little candle, finally waiting for the moment of escape, we packed our last bags and set off!

"Brother Shi, is this okay?"

Far cold was behind me, timid, but she had to believe me, after all, I was the only one in her broken life who was not broken, the only one who did not despair in her theory of despair.

That little side door, right in front of you, right behind that one, has everything.

"It's almost there!"

She raised her head excitedly, just hit the wall above her head, didn't dare to cry out in pain, pouted, touched her head, and looked aggrieved, which caused distress.

Holding the cold little hand of Yuan Han, the name is like his person, and the temperature is straight to the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that I was trembling, she immediately retracted her hand, apologized to me, and asked if it had frozen me.

I took her hands and said, "It's okay, I know that you have been cold since you were a child, and you must be different from others, a cold woman, more noble." ”

This is not my words to comfort her and fool her, from the inner feeling, cold, it is an insurmountable barrier on the surface, but once it is crossed, it is a warm ice ocean, hold it in the palm of your hand, only elegant and comfortable.

Gently pushing open the door, we came out, standing in the inconspicuous corner of the casino, afraid that anyone would know who we were and where we were going.

"The capital is so beautiful! I usually look down from the upper floor, and I have never personally stepped up to this pale golden land. ”

"Pale gold? It's also yellow. ”

"This earth, like the skin on our bodies, is a faint gold!"

She was born on this earth, but she set foot on this land for the first time, but she lived more clearly than everyone else.

I believe that most people, like me, have never thought that their skin is a light golden. After being instilled in textbooks for many years, there is only one belief in his own nation: the yellow race, how terrible the so-called intellectual imprisonment is. Therefore, our descendants of Yan and Huang are the descendants of the legendary Protoss! Has pale golden skin......

The sunset, the dunes, are all pale golden, and in the midst of this fate, they also merge with our skin.

"It's so pretty!"

"That's right! Moreover, Mexican is more beautiful. ”

Mozhou is indeed very beautiful, when the morning light is filled, the dew hits the leaves at will, and when the yellow falls, the wind and sand stop on the rubble at will.

"Two guest officers, what to eat?"

Yuan Han fidgeted, sometimes rubbing his hands, sometimes stamping his feet, and asked her what was wrong, but it was okay.

Later, I learned that I had been negligent, Yuan Han was a native of ancient times, her restraint, her panic. It all stems from the humility in her bones and the cowardice brought to her by life.

I should have taken care of this fragile girl more, but I let her worry about it everywhere, I really shouldn't have it!

The night market is very lively, and there are many more people than last time.

"Hey! That's pretty! ”

It turns out that the laughter after the iceberg melts can be so healing! It is the taste of midsummer lemon, with sweet dimples and soft like pink marshmallows.

"Let's go check it out!"

Yuan Han paused for a while, and stumbled and asked, "Well, but, but our silver taels, is it enough?" ”

"It doesn't cost you a look, does it?"

Grab her, and we'll rush to the riddle.

"Come on, come on! What about us now, guess the name of the tea! ”

Tea, it can't bother me, right?