From the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum to the Meilin Palace, the cultural scenery along the way is so beautiful, and there is a solemn historical vicissitudes all the way. While the perspective is broad, it adds knowledge and experience, and is of great significance.

The Merlin is an exquisite villa. From the beginning of entering the door, a tour guide from a tour group explained her story. Zhao Qian was stunningly listening to the team behind the team. She shone with stars in her eyes and said to Wang Mo: "Wow! I feel she is so happy!"

"Where are there? Many are just political needs!" Wang Mo made an objective comment.

"Is that true?" Zhao Qian didn't know much about history, and didn't want to question the stories she heard. "At least, the construction of this place is real! Look at the sycamore trees all over the city. How many women can have such honors in history?"

"If you say that, that's indeed a kind of happiness."

Wang Mo was powerless to refute, but when I thought about it carefully, wasn’t this happiness still built on a special environment? After peeling off those gorgeous shells, how many are worthy of praise from the world? Whether it is love or other things, the exquisiteness and happiness on her body have become the dust of history. What we should do more is respect and respect...

While speaking, I came to the second floor for worship. The tables, chairs and murals seemed to have never moved for decades, and there was a big cross on the wall.

At this time, an old woman suddenly walked towards them and asked, "Can you take a photo for us?"

Without waiting for Wang Mo to answer, Zhao Qian jumped and stomped her feet and said, "I'll do it, I'll take a photo for you."

Zhao Qian, who recovered her blood, looked even more lively, shining everywhere like an elf.

After taking the photo, he returned the phone. The old woman drew a cross on her chest and expressed her gratitude: "The Lord will bless you, and you will live a happy life..."

The old man may be a senior Christian. He prayed too much and even spoke in a holy accent.

Looking at their backs as they were leaving, Zhao Qian suddenly jumped and grabbed Wang Mo's arm and said, "Did you hear it? We were mistaken for couples again."

Wearing the same style, no one believes that he is not a couple!

Wang Mo was shy instead and scratched his neck and said, "Fortunately, there is only one outfit for couples. I will go to Yangzhou tomorrow, and this will not happen again."

In fact, Wang Moman enjoyed this misunderstood gaze, and his heart was warm and itchy, like lying naked in the wheat field to bathe in the sun. The hot sun was beating on his skin, and the sharp edge of the wheat tip was slashing on his belly...

"Or... let's take a group photo too?" Wang Mo suggested again, and suddenly thought of the blurry photos before, and always felt regretful.

Zhao Qian rolled her eyes and thought for a while, and said to Wang Mo: "Aren't you going to Yinyuetai and Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum? We can stand in front of 'Boai' and take a photo."

"All right!"

In fact, there are endless scenery along the way, and there are many opportunities to take photos, tomorrow's Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, the Xuanwu Gate of the day after tomorrow, the Jiangning Love Tunnel of the day after tomorrow, and the Qixia Mountain Maple Leaf Valley in the day after tomorrow...

But for some reason, when Wang Mo saw every scene, he wanted to stand with her to take a photo. It seemed that the beautiful scenery in front of him was very unreal and beautiful, so he wanted to keep it at all costs, regret it, and hide it privately...

There is no need to buy tickets to go to Zhongshan Mausoleum. Make an appointment online and you can enter with the QR code.

Walking down from the observatory all the way, both of them were already very tired, and they were even more hungry as they were approaching noon.

There is a KFC shop opposite the Merrill. I wanted to go for a fast food, but when I got closer, I found that it was crowded, which made people sigh.

Zhao Qian drank the last little water in the cup, but still felt thirsty. She asked Wang Mo: "Do you still have water?"

"Oh, a little bit!"

That was a small sip of pure water that Wang Mo drank. Zhao Qian took it over and unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it all, without any hesitation or disgust.

I don’t know why, just this unconscionable act can make Wang Mo feel sweet. It seems that he really held the girl’s hand, no longer distinguished each other, and tied his heart together.

Perhaps this feeling is very unreal and credible. Looking at Zhao Qian who was standing on tiptoe with an empty bottle in front of the KFC glass curtain wall, Wang Mo would be at a loss, not knowing what to do for her, nor knowing what to give her! It seemed that she was very weak, and she felt like she was powerless as if she was shaking a tree!

After thinking about it, Wang Mo suddenly pointed behind him and said to Zhao Qian: "Walk back and there is a place to eat, otherwise we will go to have a meal first?"

Looking back, Zhao Qian shook her head: "Forget it! She ran too far back and forth, and there were snacks in her bag, so let's put them first."

"There are several places ahead!" Wang Mo reminded her.

"Actually, I'm tired of walking, so I don't have to eat!" Zhao Qian spread her hands and signaled Wang Mo not to just talk, and could chat while walking.

The Merrill is still a little far from the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Both of them are lazy and are unwilling to wait for the bus without a trip, so they took a taxi in luxury.

Feed the pigeons at Yinyuetai, and sat for a while at the empty Yuetai, before getting up to worship the grandfather's tomb.

Wang Mo specially made relevant strategies, introduced Zhao Qian what he could see along the way, and became a tour guide.

But as he spoke, he became more and more exhausted. He simply said nothing and walked hard on his knees.

Finally, both of them lost their energy and stopped in front of the gatehouse of "The World is for the Public", looked up, and was intimidated.

"Wang Mo, you go up by yourself, I can't climb anymore!" Zhao Qian leaned against the wall and gasped, wiping the fragrant sweat on her cheeks, straightening her throat.

"It's time to achieve great success, how can we give up the revolutionary cause at this time? Let's grit our teeth and persevere!" Wang Mo encouraged her.

But obviously it didn't work. Zhao Qian lay on the guardrail and looked up for a long time, shook her head: "Wang Mo, go up by yourself. Come and take a photo to show me. I really can't climb anymore!"

Upon hearing this, a handsome young man beside him looked at them and spoke, "You can't take photos in the cemetery of the Father of the Nation!"

"Then I won't watch it! If I don't go and watch it, the founding father will still be there..."

After hearing Zhao Qian's sad words, the two handsome guys couldn't help laughing. But Wang Mo was afraid that Zhao Qian would have regrets, so he insisted on taking her up and taking a look.

"Princess, why don't I carry you on my back?"

Zhao Qian looked at Wang Mo with a giggle: "You can't carry it!"

For a few moments, Wang Mo seemed to see him picking up Zhao Qian in the waist, and howled in the surprised and envious eyes around him.

However, Wang Mo could not have such courage. His heart was rushing for a few seconds for no reason, and his passion for trying finally faded into his hesitation.

In the end, Wang Mo did nothing and just lay on the railing with Zhao Qian and looked forward, as if the distance between the two people was destined to be unreachable. It was high, difficult, and out of reach...

Some regrets are the result of the two of them sharing the burden together.

It was not until the sweat in the clothes condensed into cold water and the coldness of the skin that Zhao Qian pushed Wang Mo and asked, "Are you really not going? Then let's go home! I'm hungry and tired."

The word "Go home" made Wang Mo tremble slightly when he couldn't see it in his heart.

Maybe you don’t need to be so sensitive, just a mismatched meaning, why do you have to deliberately imagine?

In other words, deep in Wang Mo's heart that he was not easy to detect, he still longed for such a place. He did not call it a homestay, it was not a house, it was just such a word.

"Ah!? I'm going back now! Aren't you going to Linggu Temple?" Wang Mo reminded her that there was another attraction. He picked up his phone and shook it in front of Zhao Qian: "I've bought all the tickets, isn't it a bit waste!"

Zhao Qian looked worried and looked at Wang Mo in front of her and pursed her lips and said, "But, I really can't walk anymore!"

"Okay!" Wang Mo had no choice but to sigh helplessly, take a look at the travel plan he had made, and cross out the name Linggu Temple!

Looking at today's travel plan, Wang Mo thought for a while and said, "If you don't go to Linggu Temple, we will go down the mountain first, eat something and go to St. Paul's Church. Don't you really want to go there? You can just go and have a look."

Chi Yin nodded, and Zhao Qian happily accepted Wang Mo's proposal.

St. Paul's Church is not far from the residence, so it won't be very tired even if you take a taxi. It's a pretty good idea.

It was much easier to walk down from "The World is For the Public". I bought a piece of Yuhua Stone in the commercial area, and went to McDonald's to have a hamburger, which made my stomach fool. This ended today's trip to Purple Mountain.

I took an online car-hailing car and drove back in the direction of the city...

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Chapter completed!