In the end, I can't bear it.

"Then you still don't write?" Mu Ci picked up the pen and wrote a line of silk flowers on the reverse side of the sign. In the early days, when the family was wealthy, his father's education was quite strict, and the silk flower Xiaokai also learned at that time.

Although, I haven't written it for years, it's not too shameful in the end.

Yu Yan'an hooked his lips and wrote a sentence on the front of the sign. The font is magnificent, elegant and chic, just like him. It's just that he wrote very fast, and Mu Ci didn't see what he wrote clearly.

It wasn't until the two of them hung up the sticks that Mu Ci asked, "What did you write?" "Pure curiosity.

"What did you write again?" Yu Yan'an lowered his eyes and stared.

Mu Ci was stunned when he heard this, picked up the light veil in front of him, and walked forward. After a while, he said: "Don't ask for merit, but ask for no regrets." ”

Living in the moment is best for her.

"With the Qing Dynasty and the twilight, hold hands to the white head." Yu Yan'an replied.

Mu Ci paused at his feet and turned back in surprise. Yu Yan'an stood under the tree, his silver hair flying in the wind, his phoenix eyes were gentle and gentle, and his thin lips were red and lightly hooked. The posture is as straight as a bamboo, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

It looks like a demon and a fairy, and people can't take their eyes off it.

Mu Ci was slightly stunned, and half-rang opened his lips and chuckled, "It's quite literary." ”

"Each other, each other." Yu Yan'an pulled her lips and chuckled, stepped forward and stood in front of her, forcefully squeezing out the air around her.

The fragrance hit the face, but it was all the breath that belonged to Yu Yan'an, lingering on the tip of the nose. Mu Ci pursed her lips, tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, and glanced at the girl who stopped and stayed around her with apricot eyes.

He hooked his fingers at Yu Yan'an, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly: "Do you feel that the air is mixed up a lot?" ”

The smell of perfume, the smell of food, and all kinds of strange miscellaneous smells. Mixed together, it really spoils the crisp air.

"Hmm." Yu Yan'an responded, raised his hand to hold Mu Ci's hand, and then smiled at her. Mu Ci understood, held his hand, and the two ran out of the crowd together, running towards the empty halfway up the mountain.

Thousands of lights are bright, unique buildings.

The stars dotted the night sky at dusk, and the two stopped together on the mountainside.

Sit in a pavilion on the mountainside.

"Give." Yu Yan'an threw a bottle of water, Mu Ci caught it with a smile, unscrewed the cap and turned to the bustling market. Yu Yan'an threw it casually, there was a lot of food on the bench, and he sat at the other end of Mu Porcelain.

Mu Ci's eyes lit up, and his apricot eyes were as bright as stars, "Young man, do you know what you look like now?" ”

"The treasure bag of the robot cat?" Yu Yan'an asked rhetorically.

Mu Ci gave a look of appreciation and said with a smile: "Yes, I didn't expect it to be so convenient to become a demon." Can you still conjure a rocket, or an atomic bomb? ”

Mu Ci's eyes were shining, his legs were crossed, and he stared straight at Yu Yan'an. A curious, but well-behaved look.

"Girl, now is a society governed by the rule of law." Yu Yan'an raised his hand, poked at Mu Ci's head, and scolded with a smile, "If I really conjure these, I guess you have to go to the police station to see me." ”

Mu Ci heard this, and so did his heart. Pick up the snack on the bench and eat it silently until you say "bang-".

The sky is full of fireworks and dots the starry sky.

Mu Ci turned his head to look at the fireworks scene, tugged at Yu Yan'an's sleeve, and said, "How long will it take for City A to have this big fireworks scene?" What a beautiful ......."

"It's beautiful." Yu Yan'an tilted his head, his eyes flashed in his red pupils, and the peach blossoms were scattered all over the mountain, scorching and sultry.

The evening breeze was blowing, and it was Yu Yan'an's silver, blowing on the side of Mu Porcelain's face. She turned her head to look at Yu Yan'an, then raised her hand to pinch the peach petals, which touched her fingertips and dissipated the smoke.

Only then did she know that this petal was made by Yu Yan'an.