The lively streets were filled with noise, with shops lined up on both sides of the street, and all kinds of goods were neatly displayed on the counters. There were occasionally a few people standing beside the neat and bright counters. The enthusiastic waiter patiently introduced one product after another to customers with his brilliant little face. Outside the store, the big signs reflected the soft warm sun, reflecting beautiful rainbows, but the wind was a little heavy, and the small ornaments hanging by the door were rumbling.

‘Ping-Ping-Ping-Ping!’, a sound of orderly footsteps came, and two shallow figures slowly moved on the ground.

"I haven't been here for more than a year. When I came here the last time, I came here with Yingying. It's the same as in my memory, and there is not much change. At least, there is still a yellow ribbon that almost lost its color on the street lamppost at the intersection."

Looking at the street that was not familiar, Xingye's beautiful red lips with rose petals slightly opened and she said something like this.

"Come here often, there is nothing wrong with it. Even if you don't buy things, you can take a walk and exercise." Zhan Beicheng took a short walk and walked beside Xingye.

Hearing this, a hint of loneliness quickly passed through the snow-like face of the starry night, but it was fleeting. "It's not meaningful to go shopping alone, and it's easy to get tired."

He stared at Xingye with a meaningful look. Zhan Beicheng had no intention of answering. His deep eyes casually browsed the window beside the street. Xingye also fell silent, slightly increased his pace and followed him.

I don’t know how long I walked, but as the figures on the ground grew longer and longer, a low voice, with the warmth of the spring breeze, “Let’s go in and take a look.”

Xingye raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhanbeicheng, but found that the tall figure had stepped into the dark little shop next to him. After hesitating for a while, hesitating before following him silently.

This is a small toy boutique, with many toy puppets placed in the bright windows, and of course, many small decorations.

The light in the store was very dark. The owner at the counter was a white-haired old man wearing a pair of reading glasses and holding a newspaper in his hand. He was sitting on a low chair with thick cushions and napping, and there was a pot of red charcoal fire beside him.

Xingye stood at the door as if she had been standing for a long time, her starry eyes were bright, and while she was hesitating whether to go in, Zhan Beicheng had stood beside her at some point.

The deep eyes met her cold eyes, and stretched out her slender fingers, pointed to the red flame beside the old man, and signaled to go over and roast the fire.

"Free natural heating, no baking, no baking!" As he said that, the man had already rushed to the stove, rubbed his hands, and then opened his hands without feeling polite at all. He calmly took the stool placed next to him and sat down leisurely.

After a little silence, Xingye walked over with light steps, sat down next to Zhan Beicheng, took off the black gloves on his hand, and stuffed them into his pocket.

‘Cough! Yes!’ A sound of clearing his throat came over. Xingye immediately raised his head vigilantly and looked at the old man. Fortunately, he found that he was still sleeping with his eyes closed. He just turned over and reached out to rub his nose. However, Zhan Beicheng stared at the old man with cautious eyes, holding the newspaper in the old man’s hand with one hand.

He pulled it slowly bit by bit until the entire newspaper was taken. Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows leisurely, put the newspaper on his knees, roasting it on one hand, but looking at the newspaper on his knees with a focused and serious expression. If he looked closely, he could find a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth, handsome but elegant.

‘Ha!’ A thunderous sneeze sounded almost scared Xingye. He frowned and gently touched Zhan Beicheng's arm, and said softly, "He seems to be awake, you..."

As if he had not heard Xingye's reminder, his focused eyes remained on the newspaper. After a long time, Xingye's shallow eyes swept past the newspaper in Zhanbeicheng's hand, "Hurry back the things to others, otherwise... it's not very cold this day, let's go."

Zhan Beicheng calmly moved his eyes from the newspaper, glanced at the old man indifferently, with a smile in his black eyes, and spoke calmly, "What are you afraid of? He will give it to him when he wakes up!"

This man was a little brave and could still look through it with such a sense of peace of mind when he snatched something from someone else's hands. But when he saw that calm and composed look, he suddenly felt that his uneasiness was unnecessary. He wanted to say something, but he could only spit out these two words in his mouth.

"But……"

As soon as Xingye opened his mouth, the old man opposite immediately moved again. He coughed lightly, his white eyebrows opened and closed, and his old but bright eyes slowly opened.

"Are you?" After blinking, the old voice seemed to come from the quiet valley.

Zhan Beicheng Xu Ran closed the newspaper in his hand and put it back on the old man's legs. A tough and gentle slight hung on his handsome face, "Hello, I passed by, the wind was blowing outside. When I saw that the fire was booming here, I came in to roast the fire."

"Oh!" The old man nodded and looked at Zhan Beicheng. His eyes were filled with light, and he looked at Xingye beside Zhan Beicheng, and said to himself, "It's a good couple! Are you a newlywed?"

Hearing this, Xingye's delicate little face flashed slightly, but he didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and looked at the charcoal fire with stars and flames in the brazier.

She still doesn't like talking to people casually, but in fact she can't say whether she likes it or not, she just doesn't know what to say.

He glanced at Xingye lightly, Zhan Beicheng smiled, but did not explain. Deep in his heart, he felt a little happy because of such a beautiful misunderstanding. The plan in his heart became a little firm. His low but sharp eyes noticed the exhaustion in Xingye's beautiful eyes, and his tall body stood up straight.

"Let's go, it's getting dark, I'll take you to a meal." The low and powerful voice seemed to be mixed with a little bit of gentleness, calmness and calmness. After all, it should give people a sense of security, right?

Xingye felt a little soft-hearted. She didn't refuse to be like a friend of this man, and could walk together, chat and eat naturally.

Yingying's beautiful eyes, like autumn water, flashed a few times, nodded Youran, and then followed lightly.

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I'm back... I miss you very much.
Chapter completed!