Gardens in the world come to the same destination!

There are eight places, and the first few places are quite interesting when you go to the back, and the more you feel bored, it feels like it is almost the same everywhere. The ancient courtyard has high walls, mahogany furniture, and the same rockery and strange rockery, it seems that there are shadows of Nanjing Zhanyuan everywhere.

It may also be because of the influence of my mood that everything was boring, and I had already traveled around the eight attractions before noon.

The old lady on the tricycle was so tired that she shouted, leaving Wang Mo and Zhao Qian behind on Dongguan Street, and happily finished work with a salary of 100 yuan.

Dongguan Street is a completely commercial ancient street. Apart from the ancient houses with a silence on both sides, there is basically nothing to visit. Walking from the street to the end, looking at the bustling tourists, and walking back to the street from the end...

There is a famous jujube cake shop in the streets and alleys, with four boxes of 100 yuan. I don’t know if it’s delicious, but I finally brought specialties and left some certificates for myself when I have been to Yangzhou.

The parade was boring. Wang Mo glanced at the time on his phone. When he saw that it was only 11 o'clock, he asked Zhao Qian if he wanted to check in at the Twenty-four Bridge of Shrimp West Lake.

"I've come here, just go and have a look! Otherwise there's no place to go."

From the time when making a guide, Fan Chou did not have enough time to have no place to go when he was in the scene, Wang Mo didn’t know why there was such a big gap, just because an accident happened last night?

So there are three or four days left, and they will spend this way?

Thinking of this, Wang Mo felt inexplicably uncomfortable!

Things I had been looking forward to and longing for now have become a torment. The journey no longer makes people yearn for, the scenery is no longer enjoyment, and the feeling is no longer happy and joyful. Those written in the travel plan have also become the cruelest torture for themselves and the other party...

"I won't go! It's too hot!" Zhao Qian said with a cold face.

Looking at the gloomy sky above his head, Zhao Qian unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

Zhao Qian pouted and pondered with a sip of water, looked at both sides of the street, swallowed the water into her throat, cleared her throat and said to Wang Mo: "Let's go eat Haidilao! Check if there is a store in the map navigation."

...

On the second floor of Jinghuacheng Shopping Mall in Yangzhou, the attentive waiter opened the chair for Wang Mo and politely bowed: "Sir, please sit..."

Haidilao’s service is said to be the best in the hot pot catering industry. It is meticulous and just needs to feed customers.

Zhao Qian ran to get the sauce, sat back and looked at Wang Mo and asked, "Why don't you take the sauce?"

Wang Mo doesn’t like hot pot very much. He always feels that some dishes will taste the same as the hot pot. Even if the sauce is dipped in, he can’t feel anything. So every time there is such a dinner, he is not very active. His colleagues are very friendly. The sauce will be prepared by the public relations lady from the marketing department to help him prepare it.

"I like to eat original flavor, and I don't need sauce!" Wang Mo smiled and said, picking up a plate of duck blood, and then asked Zhao Qian if she wanted to put it on.

"Strange man!" Zhao Qian looked at Wang Mo and said to herself. The heat from the hot pot slowly rose, and the smoke exhaust machine whistled.

Today, Yangzhou is particularly hot, which shows the benefits of air conditioning in the shopping mall. After a meal, it is so comfortable that it makes people sleepy.

A salesperson told Zhao Qian that he could exchange for a manicure and a can of coke with the consumption order! Wang Mo went to get the coke, and then sat on the sofa waiting for Zhao Qian to do the manicure.

He fell asleep before he could wait.

I was drowsy. When I woke up from a sudden shock in my sleep, I saw Zhao Qian standing in front of me and looking at me.

"Ah, sorry, I'm asleep." Wang Mo rubbed his face randomly and said in anger.

Zhao Qian didn't say anything. She was prone to sleepiness in the afternoons of summer, not to mention that she didn't sleep well last night.

Looking at the nail scratches on Wang Mo's chin and neck, Zhao Qian pursed her lips and asked, "Don't you worry?"

"Ah? What?" Wang Mo looked down at himself inexplicably, thinking something was wrong.

"Nothing!" Zhao Qian lowered her head and shook it, suddenly raised her hand, raised her palm and asked Wang Mo: "Look at the nails I just made, aren't they?"

"Yes!" Wang Mo nodded, facing Zhao Qian's sudden intimacy, he was at a loss.

The relationship between them has become subtle, and no one can tell the feeling that each other gives them. They are neither far nor close, neither close nor alienated, neither hate nor love, and do not want to pester each other too much, but they are eager to look at each other and then look at each other...

Wang Mo is a salesperson and is the kind of person who makes a living by his mouth. His verbal skills are his professional skills. He should be able to coax Zhao Qian to find out some incongruent topics to resolve the embarrassment. However, he felt guilty in his heart, which made him not know how to place his position. His professional skills became a baffle that was afraid of being stagnant.

He would think about himself in Zhao Qian's eyes. What kind of good will a person who violated him when he first met? I must be covered with various gray labels, which said it was shameless or lack of kindness. In short, there will be no more things worthy of my confidence.

Inferiority, the thorns and bones torture Wang Mo, and once became the most painful thorn he treated this problem.

It was not that he had thought of showing his love to Zhao Qian and giving a good end to this accident openly. However, inferiority complex made him lose the courage, and every attitude Zhao Qian treated him would determine the next development.

The huge glass curtain wall is in full bloom outside, and the sky is covered with a grey area, which makes the whole city feel anxious and depressed.

Zhao Qian wanted to say something, looking at Wang Mo with a raised face, with a blood mark on his chin, which was the masterpiece of his own nails.

Seeing that Wang Mo had nothing to say to him, Zhao Qian didn't know what to say for a moment. She pursed her thin lips and turned around to sit next to him.

The train back to Nanjing needs to wait until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. It is only 12:30 for a glance, and they still have enough time to sit down and rest.

There is no topic to talk about, the two of them just sit quietly! Look at their phones, or look at passers-by who are rushing by. Someone will look at them with strange eyes, colorful, but for Wang Mo and Zhao Qian, it is no longer so important.

The journey continues, but both of them are exhausted!

...

In the end, he gave up the train ticket and took a taxi back to Nanjing. From Yangzhou to Nanjing, the train is 13 yuan. Wang Mo grew up in a single-parent family and depended on his mother for life. He was frugal since childhood. This number may make Wang Mo sensitive and even resentful.

But this does not mean that he is a stingy person. The reason is right, and he is willing to spend all his savings for Zhao Qian.

Both of them fell asleep in a drowsy car when they woke up. When they woke up, they had arrived in the city of Nanjing. Fortunately, the driver sent them to the Confucius Temple B&B, which saved them from taking the subway.

The journey on the third day was much simpler than I thought. I had returned to my residence at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Seeing the mess in the room that had not had time to clean in the morning, they began to clean it up. Wang Mo took the balloons one by one and pierced them, while Zhao Qian wiped the cake stains on the tea table and sofa with a rag. The obvious garbage had been dealt with early in the morning, but the room was still full of mess.

Wang Mo took out the balloons rolling under the bed, and when he saw the lipstick, he felt inexplicably sank in his heart.

"This...," Wang Mo defeated the lipstick back to the box and handed it to Zhao Qian and said, "You already know what it is."

There are still some broken memories of what happened last night. Zhao Qian pursed her lips and nodded, took the lipstick gift box and said thank you.

"Oh, I forgot to give you the gift I bought for you, wait..."

Zhao Qian said, searching around, and then she realized that she had been drunk at that time yesterday and didn't even know where she had hidden the gift box.

Later, he found the gift box under the bathroom cabinet. When he handed it to Wang Mo, the stars flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, it's not a valuable thing, I hope you don't dislike it!"

"How could it be?" Wang Mo took the gift box and was still quite moved! He shook his hand and asked, "Can I open it now?"

"You open it!" Zhao Qian glanced at the box in Wang Mo's hand, and smiled slightly at Wang Mo: "It's already yours."

After unpacking the ribbon, he carefully lifted the shiny wrapping paper. There was a paper box similar to the size of a shoe box. After unpacking it, Wang Mo saw that the one lying inside looked like a book. But it was obviously not a book. The cover reads: "I wish you a long life like Zeng Chuan, July 2019, Princess."

"What is this?" Wang Mo asked.
Chapter completed!