Chapter 39 China Street

No illness or disaster, peace every year

The two of them were stuck in the building for a long time, and Qin Zilin felt something. As soon as he pulled away the barrier, he heard some anxious knocking outside the waiter's door, and shouting: Guest, are you still here?Do you need me to add some tea?

Shen Qinglan was so embarrassed that her head was buried in Qin Zilin's arms. Qin Zilin patted his buttocks, indicating that it was okay, and then said calmly to the outsider: You don't need to add tea.

After he said this, he stopped shouting outside the box: OK, what do you want, call us if you want...

Qin Zilin responded again, and the waiter outside the room left.

Do you need to order more?Qin Zilin pointed to the dishes on the table.

Shen Qinglan took a look and the dishes on the table were squeezed aside, and the soup was sprinkled a lot, and it was a mess. I didn't know that I thought someone had just fought on the table.

Shen Qinglan shook her head blushed, her voice as thin as a mosquito and flies: No need...

Qin Zilin pinched two body-cleaning curses, cleaned both of them, and then put on neat clothes for Shen Qinglan, and asked in a warm voice: Can you stand up?Do you want me to hug?

The two of them stayed in this box for too long and they never let them in. If they continue to stay, they may make the store owner suspicious.

Shen Qinglan blushed and tried to get down. Qin Zilin helped him stand, so he could be considered as stopping.

Seeing that he was still standing barely, Qin Zilin hugged him and rested in the private room for a while.

The two of them were warm and warm, and the atmosphere was both warm and sweet.

Shen Qinglan hooked Qin Zilin's neck, twisted her body from time to time, and rubbed her lips intentionally or unintentionally against his Adam's apple. Qin Zilin's eyes were deep: Do you want to leave?

Shen Qinglan pursed his lips and smiled. The water in his eyes was shimmering and beautiful. He hummed and didn't speak, but his body curled up in Qin Zilin's arms no longer moved.

After a while, Shen Qinglan finally felt that he had almost had a rest and got up from Qin Zilin's arms.

Qin Zilin tidied up Shen Qinglan's collar, put on a hat, held hands, and left the box together.

After the bill was settled, the two joined hands and reunited into the crowd on the street.

The lights and fireworks are rustling, and the eyes are fascinating.

The crowds are full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and very lively.

Most of the two people passed by in towns before, and they never had the chance to see such a prosperous night view of the city street.

Shen Qinglan had never seen such a prosperous scene before. From time to time, she was attracted by the novel things that took turns to play in front of her, and was dazzled for a moment.

He was almost squeezed by the crowd several times, but fortunately he was held tightly by a wide and warm hand, so he was not so dizzy that he was squeezed.

Be careful... Qin Zilin followed Shen Qinglan helplessly and dotingly.

He had gone down the mountain with Qixiafeng and his sisters from time to time to time, so when he saw such a prosperous occasion, he was not so happy.

It is not entirely because Shen Qinglan plays so carelessly.

Just look back and you can see a hot gaze always staring at yourself. Who will not let go of all caution and concerns and have fun.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, the lights are far away under the bridge.

According to the custom of Qingyang County, lovers use lanterns to express their feelings from afar.

The stone steps by the river are several pairs of men and women, whispering to each other, expressing their feelings to each other, and lighting the lights one after another.

Shen Qinglan held hands, turned his head, and saw that Qin Zilin was also looking at him with a smile.

The two of them thought of going to the same place.

The two tacitly found a stall selling lanterns, picked two lanterns, wrote the wish paper, rolled it into strips, put it in the heart of the lantern, and put it at the riverside.

The two of them wrote the same on paper, both

No illness or disaster, peace every year.

The two of them didn't speak, but they held each other's hands tightly, expressing their feelings silently.

The two lanterns seem to be separated and combined, and the lights are swaying, as if they are overturned by the water waves at any time. Fortunately, they finally swayed to the center of the river, floating away with the lanterns set by other lovers. The lights are like stars, blending into a stream, and as brilliant as the sky.