Fu Chen watched Shen Huaitian drink the medicine with his eyes closed, looking up with his head up, the indescribable bitter taste in his heart, he couldn't even protect a child now, and he had to beware of every black hand stretched out in the shadows.

The two of them walked through the streets of the ancient town with umbrellas, Fu Chen was wearing a black shirt, he rarely dressed so casually, his slender fingers held the handle of the umbrella, the bones were distinct, and his posture was elegant. Strings of raindrops hang down from the canopy of the umbrella, like a natural barrier, isolating the world outside the umbrella.

Under the umbrella is the world that belongs to the two of them, especially the woody fragrance that belongs to Fu Chen's body is mixed with a faint mint smell to wrap Shen Huaitian, the drizzle shrouds the town in the twilight, between the mountainsides, between the houses, the clouds and mist, like a girl dragging her soft belt.

In such an environment, Shen Huaitian couldn't help but sigh: "I should hold an oil-paper umbrella today." ”

Fu Chen silently tilted the umbrella in the direction of Shen Huaitian, and said lightly: "There must be something for sale here, let's just buy one later." ”

Shen Huaitian smiled and shook his head: "Isn't it strange that I wear this dress to hold an oil-paper umbrella?" She looked down at the sneakers on her feet, she thought it would be easier to wear them when she came out to play, and the skirt was at the back of the suitcase.

Suddenly, a bicycle drove past Shen Huaitian, and Fu Chen grabbed her, but unfortunately the wheels still splashed a layer of water, and the muddy water was sprinkled on her trouser legs.

Fu Chen looked at the dejected Shen Huaitian and comforted: "I thought of this when I was doing tourism investment, there are Hanfu rentals and sales on the road ahead, let's just buy it." ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Shen Huaitian to see a lot of boys and girls wearing Hanfu taking pictures, most of them were girls posing happily, and boys were struggling to find the best angle to take pictures.

To be honest, Shen Huaitian also wanted to take pictures, she looked at the man next to her silently, would he condescend to take pictures of her?

Fu Chen had already noticed Shen Huaitian's gaze and met her gaze: "If you want to shoot me, I'll shoot it for you." ”

Shen Huaitian happily stood on tiptoe and quickly pecked Fu Chen's face.

Shen Huaitian originally wanted to just wear it and rent one piece at a time, but he was directly vetoed by Fu Chen, and the man's original words were.

"How can I get my wife to rent clothes?"

The two of them went to the shop selling Hanfu, but they didn't expect that there were twice as many people here as the shop renting clothes, and the scale of this store was much larger, with two floors, and Shen Huai was dazzled by different styles and colors.

However, the biggest headache for Shen Huaitian was Fu Chen!

This man can attract onlookers wherever he goes, most of the people in the Hanfu store are girls, Fu Chen looks so swaggering, as soon as he enters the door, many people's eyes are locked on him, and even Shen Huaitian receives a lot of jealous eyes.

Fu Chen looked accustomed to it, but Shen Huaitian was embarrassed and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

She muttered: "There are fan girls everywhere you go, it's really annoying." ”

Fu Chen leaned down and pressed his face against Shen Huaitian, his eyes were soft, and he quipped: "This proves that your vision is good." ”

Shen Huaitian glared at him angrily and took down a piece of clothing from the hanger: "Don't get in the way, I'll try on clothes." ”

Fu Chen looked at Shen Huai's back as he left angrily, his expression was extremely relaxed, and he followed her to stand outside the door of the fitting room.

Shen Huaitian made a mistake here, she had never worn Hanfu, and the large and small pieces of fabric in front of her made her unable to start. After hesitating for a long time, I could only try to shout Fu Chen.

"Fu Chen, are you here?"

"What's wrong?"

Almost instantly, Fu Chen's deep and beautiful voice sounded outside the door, and Shen Huaitian laughed unconsciously.

"I won't wear this dress, you can help me call the staff."

"Actually, I can help you too."

Saying that, Fu Chen's hand gently twisted the doorknob, and Shen Huaitian resisted the door as fast as he could, shouting, "No!" ”

Then the doorknob stopped turning, Shen Huai leaned his ear to the door, and heard Fu Chen's footsteps drifting away.

It didn't take a while.

"Hello Miss, may I come in?" A sweet female voice sounded along with a knock on the door.

"Yes."

The staff was very professional, and while explaining the composition of Hanfu, they quickly dressed Shen Huaitian with their hands and feet.

"By the way, ma'am, we also provide makeup and hair here, if you are interested, I can take you there." The staff said respectfully.

"Okay." Shen Huaitian is very interested in the unknown, she used to be very curious about Hanfu, this time she can come into contact with Hanfu in such a classical Jiangnan town, which makes her feel very good, and all bad things are temporarily left behind.

In the process of applying makeup, Shen Huai listened to the clerks praise her for how compatible she was with Fu Chen.

The makeup artist carefully combed her hair: "You and your boyfriend are really a good match, I thought they were celebrities when I first saw them." ”

"We're not boyfriend and girlfriend, he's my husband." This is the first time that Shen Huaitian has so generously admitted Fu Chen as her husband in front of strangers.

In the past, she must have smiled and not spoken, but today she really wanted others to know that Fu Chen was her husband.

As soon as these words came out, the little girls around them had obvious expressions of loss on their faces, as if they really had no chance at this moment.

"What does your husband do?" The makeup artist asked Shen Huaitian curiously.

Shen Huai tilted the corners of his lips and outlined a good-looking arc: "It's the president in the novel." As he spoke, he winked at the makeup artist reflected in the mirror.

"What do you mean to say about me?"

I don't know when Fu Chen leaned against the door of the dressing room, with a camera hanging around his neck, holding a sugar gourd in his hand, the sharp outline of the arc was smeared with a faint alienation and indifference, and the pair of black and white eyes were not shocked, and said lazily.

Shen Huai tilted his eyes sharply and saw two items that did not match Fu Chen's image.

"Did you buy it for me?" Shen Huai tilted his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Fu Chen stepped forward and handed her the sugar gourd, and sat on the chair next to him: "If you like to eat it, you will find someone to make it when you go back." ”

The makeup artist couldn't help but smack his tongue in his heart, he was really the president, and he had to find someone to specialize in making a sugar gourd, and it was really a novel that came to life.

Shen Huaitian carefully ate the sugar gourd for fear of getting on his clothes and face, and muttered with something in his mouth, "Where did you get the camera?" ”

"I brought it." He turned his head to look at Shen Huaitian with a familiar smile on his face.

The makeup artist suddenly lowered his head and whispered something into Shen Huaitian's ear, Shen Huaitian's brown pupils glanced at Fu Chen, thought for a while, and said to him with a smile.

"You go out first, I'll go out when I'm done."

Fu Chen's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at Shen Huaitian: "Why?" ”

"Don't ask, you go out first." Shen Huai's face was full of impatience.

Fu Chen didn't want to make the two unhappy because of this trivial matter, so he had to go out obediently.