In fact, if you calm down and walk on the streets of London, you will have a different feeling, with a touch of gentlemanly alienation, nobility, luxury, and infinite elegance.
Luo Qing walked slowly along the Thames River, holding one hand on the railing and jumping briskly. She didn't like Britain in the past. She always felt that it was a very cold country. Her alienated and hypocritical smile was heart-wrenching.
There is no trace of sincerity in it.
Because a person falls in love with a city. Who said this, I can’t remember clearly. She once scoffed at this romantic and unique love saying, thinking it was just a literati’s innocent ###.
Now, she truly understands such strong feelings. Because this is the man she loves, the place where she lived, and his city. She walked into his sky and breathed the same air as him.
.
In fact, Britain is not that annoying.
She stopped, looked in the direction of the lake, leaned on the railing, breathed the air deeply, closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze blowing on her face, just like whispering to her lover.
"Click, click..." The flash suddenly came on, Luo Qing frowned, opened her eyes and turned to look at a young man not far away, who was facing Luo Qing with a camera.
"What are you doing?" Luo Qing doesn't like taking pictures, especially being secretly photographed.
"Beautiful things always make people want to catch them." The young man smiled shyly and blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't help it."
Luo Qing looked at him, seeming to be thinking about something. She felt that he had no ill intentions, but she still didn't like being photographed, "Sorry, I don't like to be photographed."
As if he heard something incredible, the young man walked over and gestured to Luo Qing, "How is it possible that you are so beautiful and you don't like taking pictures? That's too overbearing."
Amused by his exaggerated expression, Luo Qing waved her hand and explained, "I just don't like it very much."
"My name is Qianqing." The man stretched out his hand and smiled politely at her. His slightly pale face looked unhealthy.
"Are you Japanese?" Luo Qing blinked. She originally heard that he spoke Chinese very well and thought he was also Chinese.
"Watanabe Asaki, my name is." Asaki smiled again, looking very thin.
Luo Qing had never seen a man as slender and thin as him. He looked as if he could not help but be frail, but there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows that could not be ignored. She looked at Qian Qing blankly, and something strange felt in her heart.
"Is this your first time coming to the UK?" Qianqing asked with a smile as she narrowed her eyes.
"Well, this is the first time." Luo Qing returned to her previous position, leaning on the railing and looking at the other side, "This is a very special country."
Qianqing also followed Luo Qing's example and put her entire body weight on the railing, saying softly, "Actually, the British are very easy to get along with, although they will bow to you gracefully when they first meet, as if they have a hypocritical and noble attitude.
They are arrogant, but once you get to know them, they are actually very warm and hospitable.”
Seemingly surprised that Qian Qing had the same idea as hers, Luo Qing's eyes widened, "Do you think so too? I always feel that Britain is like a fictional city, dazzlingly unreal, rigorous, solemn, solemn and gorgeous,
And indifferent and indifferent.”
And the words that describe Britain in this way can also be used for Zixuan. Because of Zixuan, she feels that Britain actually has its lovely places.
"Are you alone?" Qianqing asked again.
"No, my boyfriend's home is here." Luo Qing shook her head and explained, "I came here with him."
As if a little surprised by Luo Qing's words, Qian Qing chuckled, "It's really unforgivable to leave such a beautiful lady here alone."
"Well, he's quite busy with work." Luo Qing shrugged, saying it didn't matter.
"Can I invite you to have dinner with me?" Qianqing blinked with a sincere look on her face.
"No, I'll go back in a moment." Luo Qing shook her head. Even though the person in front of her didn't mean any harm, she was still not used to eating with strangers. Chatting with strangers like this was no longer like her usual behavior.
It was only the light and clear eyes that gave people a very comfortable and comfortable feeling that made Luo Qing couldn't help but chat with him.
"Well, that's such a pity." Qianqing gave Luo Qing a deep look and then said, "Then I have to leave. See you next time."
Luo Qing raised her eyes and wanted to say something more, but Qian Qing had already walked away. She turned her head and looked at Qian Qing's walking away figure, and said, next time we meet, why does he think they will see each other again?
Feeling a little uneasy in her heart, Luo Qing bit her lip, raised her head, took a deep breath, and wanted to spit out all the depression in her heart.