After leaving Jixia Academy, Qin Qingmou did not return to his residence.
She asked Xu Wuzhou if he could accompany her for a walk around Jicheng.
When strolling around with the girl he likes is a great pleasure, Xu Wuzhou will naturally not refuse this proposal.
Just out of curiosity, Qin Qingmou has always been calm and not someone who likes to hang out.
For a while in Jicheng, Xu Wuzhou didn't really visit this city built on the basis of Taoist books.
This city is charming. When you calm down, you can feel a different kind of prosperity and beauty.
With the beautiful woman accompanying him, Xu Wuzhou felt more comfortable and relaxed.
I walked around Jicheng and bought some snacks from time to time.
The only imperfect thing is that he is a road addict, taking the wrong path from time to time, and always needs to constantly ask people for directions.
Along the way, Xu Wuzhou held Qin Qingmou's hand.
Qin Qing's eyes were shy and she wanted to struggle, but there was Xu Wuzhou's shameless opponent. In the end, she could only be led by Xu Wuzhou, but she really wanted to enjoy their free time as a pair of intimate lovers.
Xu Wuzhou walked along the famous landmarks of Jicheng, buying some girly trinkets for Qin Qingqing from time to time.
Although Qin Qingmou said 'she is not a little girl' every time, Xu Wuzhou could still detect the excitement in her eyes.
We arrived at a koi shop and looked at the fish for a while.
Went to a martial arts arena again and watched warriors duel for a while.
We went to a snack bar again and ate some steamed tofu and preserved eggs.
Seeing the sky getting dark, the two of them walked casually and finally came to a storyteller's teahouse.
The two of them sat down in a corner outside, casually ordered some low-quality tea, and listened to the storyteller telling a touching love story.
After Xu Wuzhou heard this, he curled his lips and thought that even if he went up and said it, it would be better than what he said.
But to pass the time, Xu Wuzhou was not picky and sat quietly with Qin Qingmou in the noisy teahouse, which was quite different.
The storyteller's stories of love and hatred were too cliche. Xu Wuzhou listened indifferently, drinking tea and looking around, but his eyes were attracted by a child not far away.
This is a little boy, not very old, about seven or eight years old. There is a small pile of sand on a piece of paper in front of him. The little boy's eyes are staring straight at the pile of sand, with a tangled expression and eyes full of grievances.
There were teardrops swirling in it, and he was blinking hard to keep them from falling.
Xu Wuzhou saw Qin Qingmou drinking tea, his eyes falling on the storyteller, and he was listening intently.
He smiled. Women are always more likely to be deceived by these lingering stories of love and hatred.
Although Qin Qingmou is very smart, she is still a woman.
"Who bullied you?"
Xu Wuzhou squatted down and said to the little boy.
The little boy glanced at Xu Wuzhou, then at the sand, stubbornly pursed his lips, still refusing to let the tears flow down, and just shook his head.
"What are you doing if no one bullies you?"
Xu Wuzhou smiled and took a glass of water, handed it to the little boy and said, "Would you like some water?"
The little boy shook his head again.
"If you have nothing to do, go home early. It's getting dark soon, and I'll be looking for you at home."
Xu Wuzhou said to the little boy.
Xu Wuzhou was talking to the little boy, and Qin Qing's eyes also fell on him. Looking at Xu Wuzhou's patient and warm look, she unconsciously had a smile on her beautiful face.
The little boy shook his head stubbornly: "Sister Zhuang Fang wants me to count this pile of sand before she lets me play with her."
Xu Wuzhou was startled, then smiled and said: "Who is Sister Zhuang Fang?
The girl you like!"
Having said this, the little boy's eyes were shining and he nodded vigorously.
When Qin Qingmian heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
How old is he? Is he seven years old?
Just learn how adults like girls.
Seeing that the little boy was almost crying because of this, it became more and more funny. If it weren't for being too young, it would actually be in line with what the storyteller just said, with deep feelings.
Looking at the sand in front of him, it was obvious that the girl named Zhuang Fang did not like him and did not want to play with him.
Qin Qingmou didn't take this seriously. Children's likes and dislikes come and go quickly. It's just fun to play house.
"Do you want to count the sand?"
Xu Wuzhou asked the little boy with a smile.
"I like Sister Zhuang Fang and want to play with her."
The little boy looked at the pile of sand with watery eyes and said, "I want to count them clearly, but there is too much sand."
"How about I help you and count them with you?"
Xu Wuzhou asked the boy.
Qin Qing kept looking at it and couldn't help but say at this moment: "You are crazy, how can you count the sand?
There are so many, how long do you have to count them to?"
Xu Wuzhou did not answer Qin Qingmou, but still looked at the little boy and said: "How is it?
Do you want to count?"
Seeing someone helping him, the boy nodded vigorously, full of hope.
Qin Qing looked at Xu Wuzhou counting the sand with the little boy like a fool. She felt a little dumbfounded and whispered in Xu Wuzhou's ear: "Children are playing around, maybe we will forget about this tomorrow.
But the girl is deliberately looking for an excuse."
"I know."
Xu Wuzhou replied.
"Then you still count?"
"Not counting the sand may not change anything, but liking someone is never a joke.
Maybe after telling her the answer, she still won't play with him, and she still won't like him.
But at least in the future, when he grows up and life makes him tactful about gains and losses, he will still be able to remember that he was once silly and purely liked to live alone."
Qin Qingmu listened to Xu Wuzhou's silly words. She stood there blankly, looking at the young man who was counting the sand, with water vapor in her eyes.
Qin Qing wiped the corners of her eyes and sat there quietly, her eyes never leaving Xu Wuzhou.
Many times he is so shameless and cunning, but many times he is so stupid.
Qin Qingmou will not be moved by Xu Wuzhou's strength or her duel with the bookworm.
But my heart was moved by his delicate thoughts.
So, is this the innocence he has treated himself to these years?
Qin Qingmou kept counting the sand with the two of them. The teahouse had long been closed and it was getting dark.
But those two people were still counting a thousand and a thousand sands and were very happy.
When the last sand was counted, the little boy's face burst into an extremely excited smile: "The total number is 13,846. Brother, did I make a mistake in my calculation?"
"There is no miscalculation.
I'll take you home, have a good sleep, and tell her tomorrow morning."
Xu Wuzhou faced the little boy.
The little boy nodded vigorously, with a smile on his face, and jumped home happily with the sand.
Xu Wuzhou sent him back to meet his anxious parents. Xu Wuzhou casually found an excuse for him to get lost and watched him return home.
“Actually, it’s also very beautiful to have a sweet dream with full expectations.
At least, I will be happy tonight."
Qin Qingmu, who was behind Xu Wuzhou, heard these words and looked at the young man shining in the moonlight, and suddenly felt warm in his heart.