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Near the water

Otherwise, how could Bian Boxian have chased him here twice?

The meeting in the small square at that time has already made Bian Boxian feel miraculous every time he recalls it. Who knows, after such a long time, he came here again and still met Jintang.

It's just that he was careful to cover up his thoughts at that time, but at this moment, he chose to speak out, listening to her words in his ears, the warm breath sprayed on the tips of his ears, which made Bian Boxian only feel the pain coming from the pinnae of his ears. A little bit of position gradually burned, and his whole body was about to fall into it.

What is it like to love someone?

One hundred people have one hundred answers

Bian Boxian looked at Jintang who was sitting beside him with a bright smile on his lips, and thought——

Perhaps, I just want to look at her, listen to her, hold her, and hope that time will pass slowly, and then slowly.

Bian Boxian chose the hotel where Jintang stayed. It is a local hotel that is said to have a history of 100 years. The corners of the walls are mottled. If you look carefully, you can see traces of paint on the walls many times. The elevators inside are still the oldest ones. Yes, people need to manually pull up the iron fence when they walk in.

The creaking sound made one's heart suspend, wondering if there would be any problems in the next moment.

"Why did you choose this hotel?"

When the elevator arrived at their floor, Bian Boxian pulled open the fence door, turned sideways and waited for Jintang to walk out, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled the suitcase out.

"I like it and why?"

The thick carpet sucked away any footsteps, Jintang turned the key in her hand, the sound of metal clashing lightly, she slowed down, looked at the people walking side by side: "What do you think?"

Bian Boxian raised his eyelids and looked at Jintang who was smiling charmingly. He always felt that there was something in her last rhetorical question, but he pretended not to understand anything, and nodded: "Then I'll go in and sort it out first. We'll go down to dinner later."

It was not a peak season during this time, so there were quite a lot of vacant rooms in this hotel. At Bian Boxian's request, he chose the room next to Jintang.

Turning the key and hearing Bian Boxian's words, Jintang looked sideways at the man, amused: "You don't need to adjust the time difference?"

A long-distance flight, even for people traveling all over the world, can't bear it, not to mention, Bian Boxian sat with her in the small square for so long just now.

Seeing the embarrassment in Bian Boxian's eyes, Jintang slowed down his voice, soft and gentle: "I heard that there will be a small festival here tomorrow, so you can come to me again at that time."

Putting down this sentence, Jintang turned and entered the room.

click

Staring blankly at the wooden door closing in front of his eyes, Bian Baixian finally came back to his senses, showed a silly smile, and then entered his room.

He was indeed tired. After a hasty wash, he fell asleep and fell asleep until the set alarm clock woke him up from the bed. Only then did I feel a little satisfied with myself.

Standing in front of the door of the next room, Bian Boxian took a deep breath, and then reached out and knocked on the door lightly.

He knew that she was inside, but at this moment, Bian Boxian was still worried, expecting, and happy... He stroked the already neat collar, and after putting down his hands, he didn't know where to put them. He opened his eyes and looked at her. this door.

Because the person in the room is her

So let him feel the waiting time becomes sweet

click

the door is open

Bian Boxian looked anxiously, and saw Jintang in a light yellow dress coming out, her long hair was all braided and tied behind her head, she raised her head, tilted her head towards him, and gently Smile, this smile is like a rainbow after rain, gorgeous and beautiful: "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Hearing his own voice, Bian Boxian lowered his head and smiled. He felt that every time he saw Jintang, his mouth seemed to be turning into an ornament.

"Did you rest well last night?"

"Well, slept well."

The two entered the courtyard restaurant on the first floor together. Compared with Bian Boxian who ordered a lot, Jintang had much less. Even when the meal came, she just ate a little and then put it down.

"You eat a little too little." Bian Boxian swallowed the food in his mouth and advised her, "Since you're here for a trip, enjoy yourself."

Jintang rested her chin on one hand, shook her head, looked at Youya Youzai's two white peacocks walking in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "These two little things are also one of the reasons why I chose this place."

Following her gaze, Bian Boxian noticed the white peacock who did not know when it appeared, and he was really shocked.

After breakfast, Jintang and Bian Boxian left the hotel together. Today seems to be a small local festival. The streets that were empty yesterday are now full of markets, selling everything. Wait until around ten o'clock in the morning, there is still a small parade.

Hearing the sound of the band in the distance, Jin Tang, who was standing in front of the booth, raised his head, looked at Bian Boxian with burning eyes, and raised his index finger: "Did you hear it? There is a sound!"

Bian Boxian, who had been looking at Jintang all the time, heard her words at this moment, and listened attentively. He is a singer, so his hearing is naturally much better than Jintang's. Not only did he hear it, but he also knew where it came from.

He looked down at Jintang in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed her hand: "Come with me!"

The wind blew past her ears, blurring the laughing voice of the woman behind her. Bian Boxian clenched the softness in her hands and ran forward, turning her head to look at the people behind her from time to time. The smile on her face seemed to be contagious, making him The corners of his mouth raised high at some point.

He selfishly hopes that this road will never end

But when he saw the parade appear in sight, he stopped slowly.

Crowds from all directions began to rush here, Bian Boxian stopped, unlike the crowd who were cheering and shouting to see the parade, he lowered his head and looked at the smile of Jin Tang who was holding hands.

At the front of the parade was the band, followed by some small teams in local costumes, and soon a crowd gathered around them.

Jintang calmed down and watched all this without blinking her eyes. Compared with gorgeous performances such as modern concerts, this kind of parade is naturally not comparable at all, but it made her watch happily.

"Look, her hat is so exaggerated." She wanted to raise her hand and point to the three people wearing exaggerated hat brims passing by, but when she moved her hand, she was restrained.

Jintang lowered his head to look, and saw Bian Boxian's hand tightly holding hers.

As if sensing her gaze, the man quickly let go of his hand, not daring to look at her, but just looked at the parade, and responded, "Yes, yes."

She raised her head, and the sound of music rang in her ears. Seeing that this man seemed to be watching the parade seriously, Jintang laughed silently, and turned her head to continue watching.

The short parade soon came to an end, but the crowd cheered and followed the parade and followed them forward.

Jin Tang also smiled and followed, not forgetting to call Bian Boxian to follow.

Bian Boxian, who was walking beside Jintang, blocked several passers-by who were about to bump into her from time to time. He looked down at the smile that hadn't disappeared on this person's face today, and felt that he once thought it was like stars in the sky. The distant Jintang turned out to be just a child who could laugh.

It wasn't the smiles he saw on TV or in the cinema in the past. Those smiles belonged to the "others" shaped by Jintang, but at this moment, the person who raised his head and smiled sweetly at him was Jintang.

Jintang, who had been wantonly for a day, didn't feel tired until night time.

When passing by the small square, the common pigeons there almost disappeared, and the laughter during the day seemed to still ring in my ears. Jintang, who was sitting on the bench, looked up at the stars and hummed in a low voice.

She sang the lyrics in French, which Bian Boxian couldn't understand, but she had heard the melody, because the melody seemed to be a very popular song in the last century, so she could tell that Jin Tang was still not on the tune.

In addition to watching the sideshow of "That Woman" on the mobile phone at that time, and listening to Jintang's singing, this is because Bian Boxian heard Jintang's singing on the spot, and he tried hard to hold back his smile.

Looking at Jintang who sang very hard, Bian Boxian felt that this person's hard work was also very attractive.

After finishing the song, Jin Tang, who was still immersed in the joy, looked at Bian Boxian with a smile, her big beautiful eyes seemed to ask him 'do you sing well'.

Emotion told Bian Boxian what to answer at this time, but reason stopped him, so Bian Boxian didn't answer right away.

Seeing Bian Boxian's hesitation, Jintang sighed, a little disappointed: "My singing is really terrible."

Bian Boxian remembered what Du Jinxiu once commented on Jintang's words - she can't sing

Looking at Jintang who couldn't hide his disappointment in front of him, Bian Boxian only thought it was funny, so she would be disappointed too?

He said in a low voice, "I'll just sing it to you."

He began to sing a cappella in a low voice, not any song that Jintang had ever heard.

The breeze brought Bian Boxian's voice, and Jintang carefully counted the stars in the night, and at the end of the count, even she herself didn't know which one she was counting.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it suddenly, and put it in front of Bian Boxian's eyes. He was so surprised that he swallowed the lyrics on his lips, and asked her what it was.

Under the dim street lights, only the two of them were left on this small square, and Bian Boxian's voice was particularly loud in the silence.

He saw a mysterious smile on Jintang's face, his eyes were bright, and the white hand in front of him slowly spread out, and this man's sweet voice sounded in his ear:

"For you, this sky is full of stars."

There was a wonderful smile on the originally inexplicable face, and Bian Boxian moved up from Jintang's empty palm to see this person's face.

Hastily stretched out his hands and made a hugging gesture:

"I caught the star."?