Yin Shen still looked indifferent, not answering or making excuses.
After breakfast, Ting Qingyu was really bored and walked around outside. However, she saw that there were always people in black from the Imperial Buddhist religion among the crowd. She was afraid of getting herself into trouble, so she went back to the inn.
Cheyue has been following her silently. Although Ting Qingyu told him almost all of the past, the blankness in his mind still made him a little uncomfortable.
At night, this small town is very lively.
Nalan Ling was also too busy, so she took Ting Qingyu to go shopping in the town. Although this town was not as prosperous and lively as the capital, it still had a very warm atmosphere. There were lanterns and trees everywhere, and the little people were mumbling.
The pavilions and pavilions are brightly lit.
The seller of rouge, the seller of snacks, the seller of steamed buns... The various shouts and shouts rose and fell with each other, which slightly lifted Ting Qingyu's depressed mood.[
That night, she ate her favorite grilled chicken wings. The chicken wings in Beijing tasted very different from the ones here. There they were extremely sweet, but here they had a rich, yet natural aroma.
Therefore, even eating two of them is still not enough.
Before, Cheyue and I would have a big meal every time we went to the night market, but after moving into Youfeng Mountain, we would go out to town two or three times a month. Those days were so happy and sweet.
Unfortunately, sweet and happy days never last long.
Just like those modern men and women, when they are passionately in love, everything is good for each other, but once they get married, they start to become dull and boring.
"Yu'er... don't be too hasty, look at you, like a wolf devouring you, it's really hurting your stomach..." Cheyue stopped her quickly, wanting Ting Qingyu to eat more gracefully.
Ting Qingyu glared at him, "What's so bad about my stomach? I've been eating like this for more than 20 years!"
"Twenty...more than twenty years? Yu'er..."
"Nonsense, forget it if you don't want to eat. You never disliked me before!" Ting Qingyu was a little dissatisfied. Now Cheyue seems to dislike her at one point and another at that.
"But...Yu'er, I don't dislike you, but I'm afraid that if you are too hasty, it will hurt your stomach!" Cheyue stubbornly insisted on her opinion.