Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

The woman smiled again when she saw Yan Qiutong, not surprised, not surprised by the young man's answer, nor surprised by the handsome appearance of the man, she spoke warmly, and looked at Lian Cheng: "It's no wonder, every year, at this time It's the busiest, and it's even more crowded at eight o'clock. At this time, there are more young people like you. The fireworks at midnight, I heard from my daughter that making a wish is very effective. For those of our age, we just want to join in the fun That's all."

The woman gave Lian Cheng a special feeling.

It's intimate, but it's not uncomfortable. The liking is natural, just like Lian Cheng is like the daughter she accidentally mentioned to her.

The woman glanced at Lian Cheng and Yan Qiutong, and said again gently: "It's still some time before midnight, I'm just waiting outside, it's a bit cold, there is a snack street not far away, it's clean and affordable, if you're hungry, don't wait Yes, go there for a walk, watch the fireworks when it’s warmer.”

Lian Cheng bit the corner of his lips. The mother in his memory should smell like this, and nodded: "Thank you."

The woman was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect her casual words to be treated so seriously by the little girl in front of her. She waved her hand and smiled: "It's nothing, we won't delay you young people."

Immediately, he and the man beside him walked forward.

After a few steps, what was left to Lian Cheng was the backs of the woman and the man.

This middle-aged couple is ordinary, and if thrown into the crowd, nothing will be noticed, but the intimacy between the two is what Lian Cheng longs for.

Being in love with each other, or forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, and Yu Liancheng are all elusive, even if there is already a man beside her who is willing to join hands, even if there is someone behind her who will always look at her.

Yan Qiutong, who was always paying attention to the look of the little woman beside him, noticed the disappointment in the little woman's face, squinted his eyes, and couldn't figure out what the little woman was thinking for a while, interrupted, pretending to be casual: "Are you hungry? "

"Huh?" Lian Cheng, who pulled away from his thoughts, tilted his head.

"Do you mind the snack street?" Yan Qiutong curled her lips, with a hint of affection in her smile, "Yanyan used to go there often, it's really a good place."

When it comes to Yan Shuyun, Lian Cheng is not surprised by the favor in the man's smile, he understands it.

Like a man who understood Lian Cheng's thoughts, he suddenly said: "But I haven't been there, I don't know tonight, can Miss Lian do me a favor and accompany Yan on an adventure?"

It really seemed to be an unintentional explanation, but it made Lian Cheng happy for no reason. He couldn't explain the reason in his heart, but he was really happy. He glanced at Yan Qiutong and knew that the man's last sentence was completely lying.

A man who is unintentionally humorous is delightful.

Lian Cheng pursed his lips: "You don't mind?"

Although what the little woman said was unclear, Yan Qiutong instantly understood, squinted her eyes, looked at Lian Cheng, and said, "When I was on Wall Street, I fought for a broken tent with black people, for the coming rainy season."

In the tone, it is calm, as if the protagonist in the words is the other person Jia B C Ding Ding.

And Lian Cheng was shocked, she really couldn't imagine that the Qingjun man in front of her was so desolate, as desolate as dust in the dust, that's right, compared with the past he mentioned, wouldn't the snack street at that time be so desolate? Should it be heaven?

"Then, why don't you go and have a look?"

Perhaps it was the man's calm tone of voice that brought up his unbearable past that touched a certain tactile nerve in Lian Cheng's heart, or maybe the street was full of warmth and happiness, and Lian Cheng had no intention of looking for unhappiness in the present. .

The two of them got along in a leisurely manner, Yan Qiutong held Lian Cheng's hand, stepped into the increasingly crowded crowd, and followed the crowd to the snack street.

The snack street should be quite old, without the glitz of other places in Kyoto, the long alleys can't be seen at a glance, and the signs with lights are a bit worn out, or there are tricycles with food for sale .

Different from the snack street in D city that the man took her to see, this place should be the real snack street, maybe not famous, not exist to cater to anyone, it is like a corner left by this rapidly developing city place.

Occasionally there will be two yo ha, but it is not an urgent invitation.

It was the first time for Lian Cheng to see such a place, and his eyes widened.

Yan Qiutong was not surprised by Lian Cheng's surprise, looked at the surrounding environment, smiled, and said with a bit of nostalgia in his tone: "It really hasn't changed much."

"Haven't you never been here?" Lian Cheng glanced at the man.

"At that time, I saw it a few times from a distance," Yan Qiutong chuckled, but the little girl's pickiness brought a little girl's coquettishness and couldn't help but pat Lian Cheng's head, "In the Yan family, the situation Now, Yanyan can be free from worries, that's already good."

Lian Cheng nodded, and subconsciously tightened the man's hold on her hand, giving her the tenderness he could.

"Let's walk around and see if there is anything you like more?" Yan Qiutong asked softly, soft-hearted at the little woman's comfort.

Men are powerful, this point, Lian Cheng never doubted, she just gave the man in the past a little bit of warmth, both of them knew it well.

Following the crowd, Yan Qiutong frowned, looked at the surrounding crowd, and simply surrounded the little woman.

Lian Cheng is not a shy person, what's more, here, as long as you look at it, as long as it is a young man and a woman, it is possible that they hug each other and walk forward. They just glanced at the man, and then turned to look at the two sides of the snack street.

The snack street is far-reaching, but not wide. It is as narrow as two opposite stalls wanting to merge into one family.

This snack street is more like a snack street. Sweet potatoes are baked on the old-style stove. The baker still looks like the old man in his memory, wearing gray clothes, hunched over, and smilingly weighing sweet potatoes with a handful.

Lian Cheng had only seen it from a distance before, but never bought it. He didn’t have the time, but roasted sweet potatoes are always suitable for heart-warming people, just like a young couple who are buying sweet potatoes. The two split sweetly For a while, for a while, I couldn't help but freeze my feet.

Yan Qiutong has always been keen, not to mention that the little woman didn't hide her expression, she guessed it almost instantly: "Want to eat?"

"Emmmm..." Lian Cheng hesitated for a moment.

The old man selling sweet potatoes weighed sweet potatoes, looked at Lian Cheng, and said with a smile: "Girl, it's very sweet and not dirty. The old man's charcoal is good, and the sweet potatoes are all washed."

Lian Cheng was stunned, but she never doubted sweet potatoes, she is not a person who is particularly clean freak or particularly mind eating roadside food, it smells sweet, but she is not sure, she will have one The person who shared sweet potatoes with her.

"I don't mind." Everyone who is busy with life is worthy of respect. Lian Cheng has always been irresistible to warm people. He affirmed the old man seriously, bit the corner of his lips, and smiled, "However, forget it."