Those girls were not foreigners, but their compatriots.

Several girls surrounded Shen Yiming at once, and chirped, "May I ask if you are Shen Yiming?" ”

"It's really Shen Yiming!"

"Ahhhh My male god. ”

"Male god, can I take a photo with you?"

In the face of the enthusiasm of these fans, although Shen Yingdi was a little helpless, he still said good-naturedly: "Yes." ”

In the eyes of fans and the public, Shen Yiming has always been a humble and polite gentleman.

So, at this time, he must agree.

Looking at Shen Yiming and the fans, Song Guiran sighed while fiddling with the camera: "Alas~ The popularity of our Shen Yingdi is high." All of them have developed abroad. ”

Mu Xiaocheng smiled and didn't speak, and said to Song Guiran: "You wait for him here, I'll walk casually." ”

"Sister Xiaocheng, I'll come with you, you don't have to wait for him. He's a big man, and he won't get lost. ”

Song Guiran looked at Shen Yiming, who was smiling "with flowers", and muttered.

Mu Xiaocheng shook his head: "I'll just walk around here, really." You don't have to follow. ”

"Say ...... again"

Speaking of this, Mu Xiaocheng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Bai, who was photographing landscape characters to find inspiration.

whispered: "If you really have thoughts about Tang Bai, you should seize the opportunity now, silly boy." ”

With that, she turned and walked forward.

Song Guiran looked in Tang Bai's direction, his thin lips pursed lightly, thoughtfully.

This was all seen by Sister Xiao Cheng.

No wonder it's embarrassing.

—

Mu Xiaocheng walked alone on the red maple road, and there were quite a lot of tourists in this area.

There are no special sights, but this is a good place.

Especially for small couples.

If, Ji Huaishen is here......

Mu Xiaocheng shook her head with a wry smile and looked at a couple on the side of the road.

The blond foreigner, the two of them were sitting next to each other on the ground covered with maple leaves, and the boy was whispering something in the girl's ear, making the girl laugh.

Suddenly, on the other side, I remembered the sound of a guitar.

What followed was a long and melodious piece of music.

Mu Xiaocheng slowly turned her head and looked at the source of the sound.

And at this moment, she seemed to see a familiar back.

Wearing a black trench coat, she was tall, exactly the same as the back in her memory.

Mu Xiaocheng was suddenly stunned, her head was blank, and she stood in place, at a loss.

The man had his back to her, and they were far apart, and he was walking briskly in a further direction.

Is that him?

At this moment, Mu Xiaocheng's body was completely out of his control.

She ran forward as desperately as she could, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the back engraved into her bones.

The same back as him must be him.

She can't be mistaken.

Mu Xiaocheng's eyes were sour, and his eyes were already red.

But the man, who seemed to walk faster and faster, turned a corner, and disappeared from her field of vision.

Mu Xiaocheng stood blankly in place.

She looked around and saw that he was gone.

The tears in his eyes began to flow out uncontrollably.

How could it be gone?

Why did she lose him again?

She slowly crouched down, as if venting, and cried.

Pedestrians on the side of the road cast puzzled glances at her.

The cool breeze came out, and the red maple leaves began to brush and fall.

Cold, it seems, without the slightest hint of spring.

—

Is that him?

Yi Wan Xiaojiu: Yes.

(End of chapter)