I took the fine script for the role of suffering

Tan was wearing a straw hat, and he didn't notice it at all. He thought it was some local young man who was leading Lu Feng.

He picked out some popsicles in the refrigerator, paid for them, and tore one open and put it in his mouth.

Turned around and walked out, took a few steps, and stopped suddenly.

Lu Tan had already taken off his straw hat. The sweat on his face was not as exaggerated as that of Lu Feng's, and his face wasn't sunburned, but it was covered with soot.

The young man panted slightly, and while approaching Zhao Fei, he firmly blocked Lu Feng who might appear in the other party's line of sight.

Zhao Fei took the popsicle from his mouth, blinked, and lost his speech function for a moment.

Lu Tan didn't speak, lowered his eyelashes, and gave him something.

It's the jade pendant in that photo.

The red hanging rope weaving method is unique to other jade pendants in Xiangling Temple.

"You said it was beautiful."

"..."

"I don't think so, so I'll bring it to you."

After hearing the big commotion from Lu Feng, the owner of the canteen curiously ran to watch the excitement.

There was no one here, and they were blocked by large tree shadows and dilapidated walls. Under the scorching sun, the light and shadows were mottled, and the tear moles at the end of Zhao Fei's eyes flashed with small spots of light. He took another bite of the popsicle, In a daze, he raised his hand to take the jade pendant, picked it up and looked at it.

Lu Tan lowered his head, and carefully kissed his cold, fresh and sweet lips.

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