In the evening, Jiang Liang patiently knocked on the door, three long and one short, very rhythmic.

Inside the ward, there was no movement.

Jiang Liang was not in a hurry, he pondered for a moment, hooked his lips and smiled: "Ning Bao, the first light festival at night ......"

There was a click, and the door was neatly opened.

An Ning looked at him with sparkling eyes, and his amber eyes flowed gently, looking forward to the brilliance.

An Ning quickly cleaned up, moved neatly, stepped out of the door with half a foot, and was stopped by Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang shook his head, returned to the ward, picked up the hat on the table, and put it on An Ning.

This is the hat he bought for Ning Bao, pink, rabbit ears.

Not...... It's like the slippers that Ning Bao gave him.

An Ning let him put it on her, her eyes were as pure as an elk, not competing with the world, indifferent and clear. The pink rabbit ear hat is very much in line with her temperament.

Jiang Liang suddenly regretted a little, his Ning Bao was too beautiful. Bringing it out is eye-catching, and I don't know how many jackals, tigers and leopards will be attracted.

He wanted to hide her.

Hide it in your heart.

Jiang Liang had a flash of inspiration, remembered something again, and instructed: "There is still something left, wait for me." ”

An Ning nodded seriously, she would be obedient.

Jiang Liang left in a hurry and turned back ten minutes later. In his hand, he is holding a rabbit-eared cap.

Men's model.

Jiang Liang has been living in the hospital in order to take better care of An Ning. Living in Sakura Garden, after all, Jiang Liang, who owns a quarter of the land of the hospital, has his own residence, and he can go back and forth in ten minutes.

Jiang Liang smiled with ulterior motives, now it's okay, couple hat. If you swear sovereignty, you will not be afraid that someone will covet his spiritual treasure.

An Ning looked at Jiang Liang strangely, and Liang Liang seemed to like pink too. She thinks that Liang Liang is the most suitable pink person in the world.

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The imperial capital night market has a variety of patterns. This is the famous ancient city night market, famous for its outstanding ancient city charm.

The streets are lined with shops, and the moonlight and frost are faintly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles, and the bright pavilions and cornices are scattered. It adds a bit of hazy and poetic to the prosperous evening scene in front of you.

The night market is very lively and crowded.

Beside the Partridge River, pedestrians are flowing along the riverbank, and people have a quiet smile on their faces.

Jiang Liang frowned invisibly, and subconsciously protected An Ning. There are too many people here, so you must take care of Ning Bao.

Xu is because the two of them have outstanding temperaments, and the crowd consciously avoids them, but they are also breathable.

The two walked along the food street, which was built by the river and had extraordinary scenery.

An Ning followed Jiang Liang slowly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, staring closely at the corner of the corner.

It was an old man making marshmallows, sitting quietly in the corner, guarding the stall. Neither do they solicit customers, nor do they shout.

An Ning pointed to the marshmallow in front of him, pulling Jiang Liang's sleeve and begging.

Jiang Liang smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement.

An Ning's eyes did not blink, looking at the old man who was making marshmallows in front of him.

It seemed to be an old lady with a slightly rickety back and gray hair, wearing a black gauze hat.

An Ning reached out and chose a color, pink.

The old lady looked up at her, and there was a star in her eyes hidden under the gauze hat, and she smiled kindly.

The peaceful heart suddenly became disturbed for a moment.

Stunned for a moment, An Ning also smiled, she inexplicably wanted to get close to the old lady, maybe because of the marshmallow......

After a few breaths, the old man wrapped up the marshmallow and handed it to An Ning. Jiang Liang was about to pay, but the old man stopped him.

He shook his head lightly and said slowly, "Don't want money." The voice is clear, but it has the hoarseness of heavy metal, shrouded in the vicissitudes of time.

Jiang Liang couldn't help but glance at the old man a few more times, this voice was too young.

Jiang Liang turned around and left with An Ning, and the old man caught up from behind and handed over a marshmallow: "What was given to you, bless you." ”

Jiang Liang thanked him solemnly.

The old man smiled indifferently, returned to the stall, and continued to make her marshmallows.