The waning autumn mood gradually breaks into people's lives.
"Hey, why are you walking so far?"
Although Ye Zhiqiu is very familiar with this surrounding area.
However, she still felt a little strange.[
After all, Ling Mufeng did not follow the direction of the previous two days.
"Because I'm very happy that you are finally not so cold to me!" Ling Mufeng said with a smile.
When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, he threw away his hand again.
"I want to go back."
"do not."
Ling Mufeng was anxious and hugged Ye Zhiqiu.
"Don't go back in a hurry."
"I don't want to be here!"
Just as Ye Zhiqiu was about to struggle, he heard Ling Mufeng say: "Child, child."
"..."
The child was really a talisman, making her restless and in a dilemma.
If it weren't for this child, how could she force herself to stay?
At this moment, she really had the urge to chop the child into pieces.
"Don't worry, Zhiqiu," Ling Mufeng asked with a smile, "Don't you know what day it is today?"
"What day?" Ye Zhiqiu asked mechanically.
"Mid-Autumn Festival! It's the day when sister Chang'e makes mooncakes."
Ling Mufeng smiled and pulled her into the viewing platform and sat on the stone bench.
"If you go back and look at the moon at home, how can you be so beautiful?"
"Ling Mufeng, your thoughts of chasing women are of no use to me." Ye Zhiqiu said with a cold face.[
Ling Mufeng immediately said in a rude manner: "Actually, I have always felt that the moon looks no different from the big cakes sold on the street. I don't understand why so many poets want to write poems to it."
"..."
Ye Zhiqiu was really speechless. It would be useless for you to say anything to such a two-skinned man.
The sky is getting dark gradually.
The stars in the sky seemed to suddenly pop out of the dome, shining brightly.
This is the outskirts of Shangcheng. The air is naturally much fresher than that of the filthy city in Shangcheng, and the stars are particularly shining.
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