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These days, pulling a rickshaw has become a handicraft, or a symbol of tourism culture in a region.

Lin Xiao and Zhang Mi came to the south to do social practice, and it was an old alley.

Because of the particularity of the address, this alley has not undergone civil engineering since the grandfather's generation. The blue bricks, stone tiles, shops and restaurants of the whole alley fully retain the original flavor of the era.

There are a few families who are still pulling rickshaws, but they have stylishly installed batteries, so that they can relax a little when they encounter flat roads.

In this compartment, Lin Xiao and Zhang Mi were sitting in the back seat of the rickshaw, shaking with the bumps of Qingshi Lane.

"Young man, are you really not a star?" The rickshaw driver was especially talkative, doubting Zhang Mi's identity all the way, "It's much better than the ones on TV."

"No." Zhang Mi raised his eyes, only to see Lin Xiao was joking, and couldn't help but mess up his little curly hair.

The wind blowing on people's faces is no longer so fierce, and even brings a little warmth, making people really feel the change of seasons.

"Woo~" The rickshaw master stopped the car, fixed the faucet, took off the felt hat on his head and turned around, "Young man, remember to take your valuables out of the car."

Zhang Mi lifted his long legs and jumped out of the car sassyly. He stretched out his hand to Lin Xiao who was in the car, and parted his red lips lightly.

"Valuables, follow me."

In the town movie theater, commercials are being played in rotation.

"Crayfish, big lobster, there is no lobster that you can't think of. Pippi shrimp, let's go, let's go to eat lobster together. 13 years of good quality, you are trustworthy!"

The advertising spokesperson on the big screen gave a thumbs up.

Lin Xiao looked around, impatiently waiting for the advertisement, and when he saw Zhang Mi beside him, he became very playful.

He quickly patted Zhang Mi's back with his hands, pretending that someone was calling Zhang Mi behind him, and immediately retracted his hands after the filming, pretending to look at the big screen seriously.

Zhang Mi seemed to be cooperating with Lin Xiao, pretending to be fooled every time she was photographed, and then lightly pinched Lin Xiao's palm.He was also ridiculed by Lin Xiao as a "childish ghost" and beat him up.

In this room, the 'baited' Zhang Mi pinched Lin Xiao's palm again.

Lin Xiao didn't know which part of his head was convulsed at the time, his body was quick to think, and he inserted Zhang Mi's hand into the gap, interlocking his fingers.

"Damn it, next time..." Lin Xiao, who was surprised by him, cursed in shock.Just when I was about to pull out my hand, I found that I couldn't move.

"Don't move, that's all."

The movie starts and all the lights in the arena are turned off.

The body temperature is continuously transmitted and fused from the palm of the hand.

The sound of the heartbeat gradually heated up.

Lin Xiao has a bad habit, he likes to overeat.

In the afternoon, there was still a task of filming. Zhang Mi didn’t let him drink, so he let his stomach go and ate too much.

Standing up and walking, he felt that there was a boat in his stomach that was rolling up and down in the turbulent waves. He was so frightened that he immediately opened his clothes to look at his stomach.

Fortunately, the abs are still there.

"What, show off your abs?" Zhang Mi had just brought the plate back to the back kitchen, when she returned, she saw Lin Xiao holding up his shirt to study his stomach.

"No." Lin Xiao was really exhausted, weak and in no mood to joke, "I'm full."

"Shall I rub it for you?"

Lin Xiao was flattered, "Forget it?"

"Lie down."

Lin Xiao lay obediently on the sofa, opened his shirt, revealing his slightly bulging stomach.

Zhang Mi pressed Lin Xiao's abdomen twenty times counterclockwise, and then clockwise, her eyes focused and serious.

Now it was Lin Xiao's turn to be embarrassed.

Lin Xiao looked at Zhang Mi's lower eyelashes in a daze, his face was a little flustered.

When "Lin Xiao" gets along with Zhang Mi, he often recalls their childhood companionship in the past.

Today they were going to climb the mountain. Lin Xiao had been stuck in the old alley for a long time, and the muscles deep in his soul were longing for fresh air. When he packed his travel backpack, his movements were particularly brisk.

When he opened the second layer of the backpack and was about to stuff things into it, he just reached in, but was stunned.

The inner layer of the backpack is stuffed with mints.

Lin Xiao didn't like sweets since he was a child, but mints were an accident, and for a while, he even became addicted to not being happy without mints.

Once before going to school, he bought two whole packs of mints, tore open the packs, and poured all the candies into the second layer of the school bag.

When he was in class, when he became addicted to peppermint, he secretly took out a piece of candy from his school bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

The second layer of his schoolbag seemed to be Doraemon's pocket, and he hadn't finished eating two bags of mints after digging out for half a semester.

However, one day suddenly, when he took out the candy from his schoolbag and opened it, he found that it had turned into fruit candy.

Lin Xiao woke up suddenly, and turned to Zhang Mi beside him.

Zhang Mi threw the draft paper in her hand onto Lin Xiao's desk, and slowly raised the corners of her lips towards him.

"There are no mints for sale at school, let's replace them with fruit candies today."