Chapter 169

The charm of urban scenery should be hopeful.

Nanjing Road concentrates this feature.

When Yan Xinting and Zhang Suer walked out of the restaurant, the two joined the abortion of people heading east on Nanjing Road.

All the people on Nanjing Road were concentrated and shot to the east.

The beauty of Nanjing Road is here, it has a goal in the East.

It is not a balanced and stable road, but an arrow opening for infinitely anticipated radiation to the east.

This is why it is far more charming than the real Nanjing road.

The most important thing to avoid in a city’s road is to be leniency without goals.

On Nanjing Road under the night, people flowed to the Bund like water, which was the city’s expectation, and there was no reason to find an exit.

Yan Xinting and Zhang Suer followed the wall and walked towards the Bund along the crowd in the city.

After passing the pedestrian street, the flow of people was compressed to the curb on the street, and the queue became narrow and compact.

At the moment when a crossroads was waiting for the red light to turn into a green light, Zhang Suer quietly grabbed Yan Xinting's hand. Yan Xinting hid a shy smile on the corner of her mouth and did not refuse. She just felt a heat radiating on her cheeks.

At first, the hand she held was a little awkward, but soon she got used to the feeling of walking with the boy together.

Girls are born with a bird's nature to rely on others. Yan Xinting unconsciously relied on Zhang Suer slightly. The two of them gradually stepped on the same rhythm and did not speak, but they found such a tacit understanding of strides.

In my hometown in Anhui, it was better to go to the village to participate in the performances together.

On the ancient stage set up in the ancestral hall, they often appeared first. After acting, they walked off the stage and watched the program behind the stage for a while. The young people were a little idle, so Zhang Suer quietly pinched her hand. At that time, she was so young that Yan Xinting followed him quietly, stepped on the stairs, and climbed up the stairs of the ancestral hall.

The yelling yellow plum blossoms in the distance pass through the heavy ancestral hall building and come vaguely. The roads are almost invisible in the dark corridors, but the white walls hang there like a bleak white cloth, which always gives people an inauspicious feeling.

Until today, Yan Xinting still doesn't like the architectural colors of Hui style architecture that are as pale as bones. They are not beautiful, but they are dazzling and lack bright white, which makes people intimidated.

Chen Nian's ancestral hall floor made a squeaking sound, and the sneaky gazes of the ancestors seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

If Yan Xinting is alone, she will definitely not dare to go up this step, but with Zhang Suer by her side, her courage seems to have doubled a lot.

They circled around the courtyard of the ancestral hall. At some point, Zhang Suer held Yan Xinting's sweaty hand in the palm of her hand, and the warm palm made her feel at ease.

For many years, she seemed to have longed for a boy's traction on her hand in her dreams, sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, but today she knew that in the center of the bustling Shanghai, the boy's hand was her dream goal.

Over the years, the journey of her life has opened an exit to the future, just like the Nanjing Road in front of her. She hopes to run to that exit and see the anchorage point of her soul. Today, she is really walking on this road to the same exit with the boy she is looking forward to.

Nanjing Road is a tortuous road, and it seems difficult to tell them their true goals ahead.

Only at the end will the flashing Oriental Pearl Lighthouse appear at the gap in the road, revealing the last glory of the road.

That is the ultimate reward of this road.

On the sidewalk near the Huangpu River on the Bund, the crowds supported are spread here.

Youngness is always the capital for pride and show off here.

Boys and girls become one of the most charming looks here.

This lover wall that extends from the depths of history still exudes an endless charm.

The love here is not so much a hiding, but rather an exhibition. The privacy of love and the performance of this lover wall are in contrast to the rebellion and challenge of the city.

The intimacy behavior in the lover's wall once caused a stir in the previous generation, but today it has returned to peace. However, the love here has returned to its regularity and nature, and the intimacy has also returned to its true colors.

Zhang Suer and Yan Xinting finally found a place to look out on the railing.

All locations in Shanghai are closed and cramped, only here is the sky and the earth are far away, the view is open and boundless, which makes people feel relaxed and pleasant.

Gently, Zhang Suer put his hand on Yan Xinting's shoulder, and she didn't seem to feel it.He gently put his plump and elastic shoulders against her short skirt that was as thin as a cicada.

I don’t know if it was because he used a little force on his hand or if she was looking for a support, Yan Xinting leaned gently on Zhang Suer’s shoulder.