Lotus, clear water, green willows, a small boat sways, full of breeze, full of crispness and sweetness.

Although today's itinerary is complicated and rushing, it is relatively relaxed. Perhaps it is because the mood is changing subtly.

The heat faded until I walked to the 1912 Fengqing Street in the evening. The sky suddenly changed and the wind blew. Nanjing ushered in the first heavy rain in summer, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of grass ashes.

Wang Mo and Zhao Qian found a barbecue restaurant to shelter from the rain and solved the dinner problem by the way.

"Drink beer?" Wang Mo asked suddenly, holding the menu, but soon he was a little avoided and changed the topic. He pointed to the menu calmly and asked Zhao Qian: "Is there one cod? I have eaten this and it tastes great."

"Okay!" Zhao Qian plucked her bangs and the raindrops fell.

"No beer is needed, get me a can of Sprite?"

Zhao Qian is also pretending to be calm. Alcohol is the culprit of that matter. When it comes to it, it always makes people feel uncomfortable.

After the waiter took away the menu paper, Zhao Qian pondered for a long time and suddenly stretched out her hand: "Wang Mo, let me see what you have photographed these days."

"Ah?" Wang Mo was not willing, but still handed it to her.

"Let me see what you took?" Zhao Qian said as she opened her phone, and the fluorescence of the screen was reflected on her forced smile.

The matter was very sudden. Wang Mo had no invisible privacy hidden in his mobile phone, but if he had to take it to see it like this, he would be uneasy.

"Wang Mo, why are you secretly taking so many photos of me?" Zhao Qian giggled, "These pictures are so ugly..."

As he said that, Zhao Qian deleted the photos.

"You will delete it again..."

Wang Mo instinctively wanted to get his cell phone back, but he still asked respectfully: "Can you leave me some thoughts?"

Zhao Qian's fingers trembled, and the torrent flowed into her heart, sweeping away all hope of rebirth after the disaster.

Return the phone to Wang Mo. Zhao Qian pondered for a long time before asking: "Wang Mo, we will not meet again the day after tomorrow, right?"

"I don't know," said Wang Mo.

Wang Mo still ordered two bottles of beer, and the smoke and dust from the barbecue were swept away by the smoker. What could not be swept away was getting deeper and deeper.

"You fell in the bathroom that night, when I found out..."

"Shh..." Zhao Qian hurriedly made a booing gesture to him. Maybe he wanted to explain the matter to himself with a little drunkenness. Two days have passed, and it may be more objective to look back and sort it out.

But this place is a public place after all, so it will inevitably make Zhao Qian afraid.

Looking at Wang Mo, Zhao Qian murmured while flipping through the bamboo sticks: "It's all over!... Actually, it's not that I can see it openly, it's just that it's already happened, and it's meaningless to pursue it!"

"I'm sorry!" Wang Mo finally found an opportunity to apologize. Unlike when he left the room, he looked at Zhao Qian's face with guilt.

"Oh, eat..." Zhao Qian pulled out the bamboo stick and pretended to be nothing, but her teeth choked on the bamboo stick for no reason. The spicy and hot heat wave stimulated the taste buds, which were painful and numb...

...

After eating, the rain still did not stop. The two of them came downstairs, borrowed a power bank from the bar, and sat down to wait for the rain.

Suddenly, a gust of wind carrying rain stars came, and Zhao Qian closed her shoulders coldly.

She would inadvertently look at Wang Mo beside her. All the reverie related to romance were ruthlessly blown away at this moment, wrapped in the cool breeze, wet and soaked by the rain, and be filled with coldness into the soil.

"Wang Mo, call a taxi. I can't stop watching the rain for a while!" Zhao Qian began to feel tormented with her cold arms.

"Um"

Wang Moying and Zhao Qian walked out of the 1912 Style Street in the pouring rain. Online car-hailing was parked on the side of the road, and the emergency lights were turned on.

The heavy rain made the night at six o'clock in Nanjing. The driver turned on the low beam and the wisps of rain in front of the beam were clear and skinny, becoming the most unforgettable memory of this summer.

The heavy rain seemed to be venting with all my heart, and it kept soaking the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties in front of me. The old sycamore tree hung his face helplessly. Where did the cause? Success or failure in a century is nothing more than that, why do you have to tie yourself up!

...

"Zhao Qian, I want to have a good talk with you."

In the B&B, Wang Mo suddenly said to Zhao Qian.

The movement of wiping his hair froze, and Zhao Qian nodded hesitantly.

Walking into the room, like in the past, Zhao Qian leaned against the head of the bed, Wang Mo sat on the sofa, the two of them stared at the LCD TV hanging on the wall, the fluorescent light on the two people's cold faces, like white butterflies, swaying their teeth and claws, trying to suck the last trace of blood on their faces...

"Why don't you speak?"

Zhao Qian, who gradually calmed down, asked slightly, "She should have been nervous, nervous and excited." However, facing the final conversation, the emotions she should have, or she thought she would have, were so far away and difficult to capture. She even had a faint premonition of the doomsday atmosphere, and smoke filled her nose.

"I'll organize the language!" Wang Mo smiled apologized and looked at Zhao Qian beside him. His cold face made him afraid of him. Some of the words that had been brewing for a long time could never be told to her.

"For what happened the night before yesterday, I think I must give you an explanation or apologize. I don't know how to make up for my mistakes. I have always been very panicked. It's the first time I encountered such a thing."

Wang Mo murmured, in front of him was a fluorescent-beating TV. A large variety show was played on the TV, and the noisy laughter ran contrary to the cold air in the room.

"But I think I should say something about my behavior... I feel guilty. This incident not only became a barrier between us, but also affected our mood of traveling, so I think I need to talk to you."

Wang Mo said as he looked at Zhao Qian, and the cold and cold over there were still lonely and cold, as if frozen for thousands of years, the cold was biting.

"If..." Wang Mo hesitated for a moment and decided to continue. "If possible, I want to be responsible for my actions. I want to be nice to you. Twenty, thirty, fifty years, all of them are nice to you..."

Maybe Wang Mo was too eager for quick success and said nothing that could not express his thoughts at all, which was somewhat counterproductive.

Or maybe Zhao Qian was too negative at that time, and everything seemed to be a evasion of responsibility.

The tranquility in the room was enough to kill everything, and the air seemed to solidify, suffocating.

After a long time, Zhao Qian glanced at the man beside her and said, "Are you finished talking?"

Seeing that Wang Mochi Yin was silent, Zhao Qian calmed down and said, "I don't believe what you said just now."

Wang Mo was surprised. The wind in the air conditioner seemed to have become stronger and was wrapped in snowflakes to spread the whole house.
Chapter completed!