"If they were two people who truly love each other and missed so many years, it would be a pity." Tingyun thought of this long period of time and felt a little sad inexplicably, "I feel that your father has your mother in his heart, and he occupies it.
A very important position.”
"My mother is sometimes stubborn, otherwise she wouldn't get divorced. Other aspects are really good." The girl gave an affirmation.
At this time, Mu Jianing's hand was still tightly held in Tingyun.
She looked ahead, felt the warmth from his palm, and opened her heart to chat with him, "But over the years, I didn't know much about her true thoughts, because she never talked to me about my father, and I was not allowed to mention it.
he."
"This is care." Tingyun said, "because I care, I still have resentment."
She thought, probably...if this is the case, it would be a good thing.
"So, do we have to help them?" Tingyun asked with anticipation.
"How to help?"
"After getting along for so many years, they all need a step now." Tingyun stood from a mature perspective, "It has to be done slowly, and you have to think about every step you take, otherwise we will do it too much."
"Then will we create a chance for them after we come back?" Jia Ning was full of expectations.
"Can."
"How to do it specifically?"
He turned his eyes and said, "Let me think about it again."
She looked at him, her eyes full of trust.
The two were chatting, holding hands together. After the girl pulled her thoughts back to her, she became embarrassed again.
What does he mean?
He held her hand directly, does it mean that he liked her?
And I didn’t break free, is it a response?
And Tingyun is very sure that this girl likes herself.
Jia Ning thought a lot along the way until her cheeks were slightly red, and she felt that her palms were wet and hot, a little sweaty, a little joyful, and a little nervous.
Tingyun also noticed her discomfort, so she let go of her hands, and the girl's tense nerves seemed to have loosened.
Sitting in his car, she was very uncomfortable and of course she was very happy.
This strange feeling is the feeling of love.
In the relatively closed ancient town, the stilt houses along the river have become the biggest feature here. They have great ethnic characteristics and temperament. As time goes by, they have changed, and they also retain the architectural style of the Ming and Qing dynasties.
Because it has not been fully developed, there are not many tourists here. Half of the tourists who come here specially see the scenery and the other half experiences the culture.
This is a place with a strong cultural heritage.
Early in the morning, in the hazy mist.
The winding paths across the river are hidden deep streets and alleys, and the green tiled wooden buildings are next to them, as if telling the wealth and prosperity of a small ancient town a hundred years ago.
In the stilt house inn here, there are one bedroom, two beds, bright yellow bedding and sheets, and a full wooden house with heating. Even in winter, you can't feel the cold at all.
Mo Jingyao stretched, she opened her eyes in a daze, and suddenly became awake and she was really full of sleep.
The curtains behind the glass sliding door have a very average sunshade effect.
So there is still a little light inside, and I know it's already dawn.
Her head tilted to the right, and she saw Shen Yi lying flat on the bed next door with her hands on her head.
He seemed to wake up, too?
Mo Jingyao just looked at him and found that he was blinking, as if he was wandering, and did not notice that she had woken up.
"Hey, Doctor Chen~" she called out softly.
Chen Yi turned his eyes when he heard the sound and met the girl's smiling gaze.
She said to him, "Good morning."
"Good morning."
Then the two looked at each other and smiled, got up and washed up.
The inn owner thoughtfully brought breakfast, and they lived on the third floor.