Song Xiaoxiao, who returned to the hotel, felt a little bored, it was just noon, Song Xiaoxiao thought about it and wanted to visit the Blue City, looked up the strategy on the Internet, chose the route, and took the bus to set off.

Song Xiaoxiao has a delicate face, her skin is as tender as a child, and in the eyes of others, she thinks that she is only 20 years old at most, and she is a little girl.

There were young men talking to each other on the bus, but Song Xiaoxiao never replied, so they dispersed.

Song Xiaoxiao missed Dugu Mo a little, and after returning from Liuhe Village, he said that he would meet and talk about some things, but he was delayed because of his own work, and this business trip will take nearly 5 days.

The bus terminal is the Blue City People's Square, Song Xiaoxiao gets off at the terminal, the huge square is very lively, the construction must have cost a lot of money, there are people enjoying flowers in the square, there are singing small bands, there are young people dancing street dance, there are a group of old people singing opera, storytellers drink tea, sell toys and sell food vendors, there is a musical fountain in the center of the square is sounding.

Song Xiaoxiao ran to the uncle who sold sugar gourds and bought a bunch of hawthorn and orange petals of sugar gourds, round and big hawthorns, with orange petals in the middle, like a crescent moon piercing the sky, it is very good-looking, of course, the taste is still the same as when he was a child, Song Xiaoxiao is unscrupulous and does not need to take care of the image and bite it.

Song Xiaoxiao likes to eat sugar gourds very much, when she was a child, she always pestered her father to buy it for her, and when she grew up, she pestered Chen Qiaoan to buy it, but Song Xiaoxiao's teeth were not very good, so Chen Qiaoan limited the number and quantity of sugar gourds she ate in her predecessor.

Now that I think about it, Song Xiaoxiao feels that this sugar gourd is really a different taste, the vicissitudes of life, the white clouds and the dog, but this sugar gourd will always be like this.

It can withstand the polishing of the years, endure the passage of time, and finally present its most beautiful taste in front of people.

It is said that it has changed, and it has not changed when it is said that it has not changed, and its essence is always that the hawthorn is wrapped in hardened sugar juice, and the taste is so sweet and sour. You can eat it when you're happy, and you can eat it when you're not happy.

This is also the reason why Song Xiaoxiao likes sugar gourds.

Such a girl dressed in a forest system, holding a sugar gourd in one hand, and walking in the square while biting, is really beautiful and delicious.

What's more, Song Xiaoxiao originally had a face that made people happy when they saw it, and that temperament, standing there like a crowd and a scenery of their own.

Song Xiaoxiao found a location in a remote corridor, leaned on the wall chair of the corridor and sat down, looking at the group of teenagers dancing in the street dance from a distance.

Since then, Song Xiaoxiao has hidden all his preferences in his heart and has not touched them.

And now, living again, Song Xiaoxiao wants to live wantonly and chic, no longer caring about anyone's eyes, doing what he likes, and loving the people he likes.

Song Xiaoxiao, who sat down, watched the hip-hop dance while eating the sugar gourd, and her body unconsciously swayed with the rhythm.

In addition to chewing sugar gourds in his mouth, there was a faint sound humming.

I have to say that today's Song Xiaoxiao is like a college student full of youthful vitality, free and happy.

Song Xiaoxiao didn't realize that there were already people staring at her, not just one, it was a few young men in their twenties.