In summer, boys ask their girlfriends out.

The best time to wait is to put a cold drink in the car and wait for your girlfriend to come down to see if she drinks.

If you drink it, congratulations, you can make the next date plan.

If you can't drink it, you'll probably come here in joy and return disappointed.

Xu Zhimu was originally thinking about whether to have a glass with ice or a glass without ice.

An Xiaomi's clear voice came from behind, a burst of elegant gardenia fragrance, and the silk ribbons of Hanfu were as light as butterfly wings.

Xu Zhimu turned around and looked at the girl who was already standing behind her.

I don't know if An Xiaomi's pretty face is red from climbing a mountain, or because of the girl's shyness, but in short, those eyes are as bright as gems.

At this moment, he is as cunning as a little fox.

"What's wrong? It's hot in the summer and I can't even drink something cold. My mother doesn't even care about me."

An Xiaomi hummed, but her delicate earlobes were still a little rosy.

"Okay, two glasses with ice."

Xu Zhimu nodded helplessly and said to the boss who had been treating him like a wolf.

The boss looked young and looked at this pair of young people, especially the girl wearing Hanfu.

Yoxi!Flower girl!

And looking at the young girl's pregnant look, this has been clearly reflected on her face.

As a result, this person is still here pretending to be unwilling.

Bagaya road, my conscience is greatly broken!

The boss was cursing in his mind, and prepared orange juice with ice and handed it over.

Xu Zhimu handed one of the cups to An Xiaomi.

The girl took the orange juice with a smile and took a sip. It tasted sweet and cool.

Xu Zhimu looked at her and looked at her belly without leaving any trace.

"What are you looking at?"

But An Xiaomi still caught his gaze, her cheeks turned pink, and she took a few steps back.

"You'd better eat less cold food. I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it and there will be some mess in your mind every day."

Xu Zhimu is not a fool, of course he knows what this dead girl is thinking about.

But An Xiaomi's body really can't catch cold, so she should eat less cold food.

Xu Zhimu went over and knocked her little head.

"Hmph, he's obviously a scumbag but he still pretends to be innocent."

An Xiaomi counterattacked unconvinced and gave him a big eye roll.

Xu Zhimu coughed dryly, but he really had no way to refute.

"Let's go, we are going to make a wish."

"Hmm~"

An Xiaomi handed her other little hand over, and Xu Zhimu grabbed it skillfully, turned around and started walking towards the ancient tree.

This tree has many trunks, dry bark, and well-developed rhizomes, entangled like dragons.

Countless red ropes strung together bamboo slips swaying in the wind.

When the breeze blows, it makes a crisp and sweet sound like a wind chime.

When you look closely, you can see the bamboo slips all over the sky swaying on red ropes, exactly like those depicted in many anime works, which is quite shocking.

There is a small shop under the old tree.

The houses are made of old wooden boards, with no plaques or promotional posters.

The shop owner is an old man with white hair and kind eyes. There are freshly made bamboo slips beside him.

If you come to make a wish, if you don’t bring a bamboo slip, you can come here to pick it up.

"Hello, did you buy the bamboo slips here?"

An Xiaomi led Xu Zhimu to the door of the store. The old man raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

He didn't pay much attention to the two people's Hanfu, but when he looked at An Xiaomi, the old man thought about it.

"You...were you here last year?"

Xu Zhimu was stunned for a moment, while An Xiaomi smiled: "Yes, I also got the wishing bamboo slip from you last year."

The old man looked at Xu Zhimu again, looking at the hands held by the two people, and he nodded slowly: "Take it."

"How much does it cost?"

An Xiaomi took out her wallet from her arms.

"for free."

This old man doesn't charge money, but he will put a donation box to help children.

You can get the bamboo slips for free. If you want to donate, just put in a little money.

This old man would not ask for a penny.

Xu Zhimu and An Xiaomi looked at each other. There are good and bad people in any country.

Just like the Chinese people will never forget the hatred and humiliation of the past nation.

But it doesn’t hinder the fact that in neon there is Hayao Miyazaki, an art master who always advocates peace versus war.

In the end, the two people left some donations and put them in the box.

Pick up the two bamboo slips and the carving knife.

"What wish do you want to make?"

Xu Zhimu looked at An Xiaomi, who was already thinking about carving.

"You can't look! If your wish is seen, it won't work!"

An Xiaomi quickly covered her bamboo slips, then took a step or two back, turning her back to Xu Zhimu and started carving.

From time to time, she looked up at Xu Zhimu. The girl's eyes sometimes sparkled and sometimes changed.

Xu Zhimu also clutched the bamboo slip and looked at it for a long time.

He also took out a carving knife and wrote lightly on it.

But after Xu Zhimu finished carving, he felt the fragrance of gardenia. When Xu Zhimu looked up, he saw An Xiaomi sneaking over to take a peek.

"What did some people say just now? Is it because it doesn't work if you see it?"

Xu Zhimu also curled up his lips and hid the bamboo slips from her.

"I didn't see any... cheapskate."

An Xiaomi was not at all aware of being caught. Instead, she came over to him and asked, "What is in your wish?"

"There's everything."

"Tell me quietly?"

"It won't work if I tell you."

"No, no, if you tell me quietly, the gods won't hear you."

An Xiaomi looked at Xu Zhimu with bright eyes like a naive little girl, demanding an answer.

"What it is, you will know later."

Xu Zhimu smiled, pinched her pretty face, and prepared to walk towards the ancient tree.

But An Xiaomi came around again reluctantly, holding one of his arms and shaking it gently: "Let's talk, let's talk..."

"Well, my wish is world peace."

An Xiaomi:???

"Smelly straight man! Can't you just make up any wish I want to hear and lie to me?"

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Xu Zhimu shrugged, and An Xiaomi pouted. For a moment, she really had no way to refute, but she still hugged Xu Zhimu's arm tightly, and then looked at him with some anxiety and expectation.

"Then...then does your wish include anything about me?"

Xu Zhimu stopped slightly and looked into the eyes of the girl in front of him. He picked up the bamboo slip and looked at it.

Then he smiled and said: "Let me take a look, there are too many. Which one do you want to know about you?"

There was a smile on Xu Zhimu's lips, but his somewhat casual tone fell into the girl's heart word by word.
To be continued...