Song of Qingqiu

Good days always seem to be fleeting.Eating and drinking, sitting by the beach, or going out to sea with Mo Yuan, watching the sunset, and going fishing, Bai Qian has lived a peaceful and colorful life these days.

"Let's go and watch the sunset." Mo Yuan said.

"Didn't you read it?" Bai Qian asked in surprise.

"Change another place and read it again." Mo Yuan said confidently but could not be refuted.

Bai Qian followed him and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle again.Motorcycles have become their most common means of transportation.And Bai Qian has long been used to Mo Yuan speeding through the narrow streets and alleys with ease, and is also used to sticking tightly behind him and boldly hugging his waist, safe and without a trace of unnaturalness.

Sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle again today, Bai Qian hugged Mo Yuan with one arm, and held a vanilla-flavored ice cream in the other.Bai Qian feels a bit like a Roman holiday.Thinking of Parker taking Hepburn through the story-filled streets of Rome in the movie.And here is Phuket Island, there is no love story of a prince or princess, and there are no churches and statues carrying thousands of years of wind and rain. There are only two very ordinary young people eating ice cream, a man and a woman.

Bai Qian suddenly stretched her hand forward, imitating Hepburn, stretched it along Mo Yuan's arm, and handed the ice cream to him.

"Be careful, in case I get distracted and turn around and hit the car again." Mo Yuan scolded her in a low voice, but couldn't help but lowered his head to lick her.Well, the thick milk fragrance, full of her taste, the taste he likes.

Bai Qian smiled contentedly behind him.Boldly embraced his chest.The broad and firm chest is full of seductive texture, as well as that rare sense of security.Bai Qian couldn't help swallowing her saliva.The smell of his clear perfume passed through the nostrils, and the short black hair shone healthy and vivid in front of her eyes.Everything is wonderful.

Mo Yuan pulled her and sat in the restaurant by the cliff.There is an endless vastness in front of you, and your heart is so open that it seems that you can go beyond the border.Bai Qian couldn't help but let out an admiration.

"The food here is good, but it's hard to book a seat. We are very lucky." Mo Yuan said seriously.

Bai Qian smiled, thinking that Mo Yuan is a contradictory body, who would do the most romantic things in a serious and unsightly way.

They are at the end of the cliff, and their sight is not disturbed by anything.The sun was slowly setting in front of the eyes, and the clouds in the sky also had a bright red and mysterious streamer.

Mo Yuan stared blankly at the setting sun, a faint melancholy flashed in his eyes.This reminded Bai Qian of something.

"You know Zheyan? Have you ever gone to see him?" Bai Qian asked.

Mo Yuan came back to his senses, and asked in puzzlement, "How did you know Zheyan?"

"I'll be his secretary."

"Really?" Mo Yuan's face brightened again, "It turns out that the secretary he was talking about who often gets confused is you. What a coincidence."

"Does he often speak ill of me?" Bai Qian asked a little uneasy.

"No." Mo Yuan smiled, and subconsciously waved the knife and fork beside him, "He said you are fine."

"Oh. But you seemed to have pissed him off enough that day. I've known him for three years, and I've never seen him so angry."

Mo Yuan smiled softly: "He is my brother."

"Ah!" This time it was Bai Qian's turn to be surprised, "But why don't you have the same surname?"

"He takes my mother's last name." Mo Yuan said, picked up the lemonade in hand, took a sip slowly, and then said lightly but seriously, "I asked him to borrow money that day." He had never told anyone about Zheyan, but he didn't know why he could open his heart to this girl so naturally.

"I want to make a record, but I don't have any money. So I had to ask Zheyan to borrow it." Mo Yuan tried his best to say it lightly.

"I remembered, you said that you are in music, and you have released records before. Feng Jiu has also heard your songs." Bai Qian heard the heaviness in Mo Yuan's words, and tried to speak in a cheerful direction with.

"Yes." Mo Yuan sighed, and took another sip of lemonade, but he really didn't want to continue.Too many things have passed, so there is no need to mention them.

At this time, the dishes came up, green vegetables and prawns, served with a unique Thai sauce, not only fresh, but also delicious.The sun had set and the night was getting darker.There is a small band in the restaurant, singing low to the guests.

"Would you like some wine?" Mo Yuan suggested.

"Okay!" Bai Qian readily agreed.

Mo Yuan ordered two glasses of mojito.The most common cocktails are the most appropriate.The fresh scent of mint and lime dilutes the heat of the day and the rather depressing topic just now.But the hint of alcohol in the freshness brought a warmth, dispelling the chill caused by the air-conditioning and seafood.

When the lights came on, the restaurant was dimly lit.Mo Yuan's eyes lit up in the dimness.Bai Qian looked at him puzzled.Watching him get up and leave his seat suddenly, watching him walk over and whisper something to the band, watching him pick up a guitar casually, watching his knuckle fingers lightly pluck the strings.