"Yes!!" Momoko nodded hurriedly, then glanced at the intersection again, and hesitated: "But they are still waiting for us at the gate, and they have entered the woods, what if we get lost?" ”

"Do you think I'm you?" Shen Mochen glanced at her lightly with disdainful eyes, and then took her hand without saying a word and walked towards the woods not far ahead.

On a summer night, facing the cool evening breeze, Peaches and Shen Mochen stepped on the faint fragrance of grass, along the path paved with pebbles, slowly walked to the woods that lingered with a little green light, the flower beds on both sides of the path were planted with various colors of moon flowers, from the crescent moon that had just risen in the sky, sprinkled a faint moonlight, the breeze gusted, and the flower shadows were longing.

There was a trace of green in the flowers beside Peach, and then, as they got closer to the woods, small green lanterns began to wander in front of them.

Shen Mochen's hand slid lightly in the air, then stretched out in front of the peach, slowly spreading his palm, in his white and slender palm, a point of light the size of a grain of rice was flickering, and the corners of his lips hooked up a faint smile, "Look, fireflies." ”

In Peaches' impression, fireflies should be fairy elves in fairy tales, holding small green lanterns, flying over flowers, in the grass, and over the stream, when they were young, they lived in the family compound, and there was a clear river behind the yard, and at that time they could often see some starry fireflies, but later, with the development of the city, light pollution, air pollution, and water pollution, it was difficult to see fireflies again in the city.

Unexpectedly, in this dream amusement park, they could inadvertently encounter so many fireflies.

Shen Mochen raised his hand and threw it high, and the small firefly blended into the quiet night around it, like a green gem, sprinkled into the long river of years.

As the night fell, there were more and more fireflies around, they flapped their thin wings, high and low, left and right, reflecting the jewel-like stars dotted in the sky, and in the hazy woods, countless fireflies flickered and shuttled, like strings, rows and rows of brilliant gems, weaving countless criss-crossing ribbons.

"It's so beautiful!" Peaches stood in the sea of fireflies, a pair of small white hands slightly open, and immediately a few mischievous little points of light flew under her fingertips.

"It's really beautiful...... Shen Mochen's dark and deep eyes stayed on Peach's excited little face, in the night, the light of fireflies surrounded her, her fair skin was a little intertwined with light and shadow, and those big black and white eyes seemed to him to be more dazzling than any beautiful gem in the world.

Hearing his words of praise, Peach turned his head to look at Shen Mochen, his fine hair was lingering with a little light, those dark and deep eyes seemed to have a breathtaking magic in the night, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips outlined a perfect arc, and the deep night set off his long figure and extraordinary temperament in a white shirt.

And his eyes are never gentle, as if they are the warmest water flow between heaven and earth, steaming with a trace of hazy mist, inadvertently, quietly flowing into the deepest part of your heart.