After dinner, Shen Qingqing sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and watched TV. She couldn't take her eyes off Yu Dan's The Analects, but Ou Qing was two heads tall.
"Shen Qingqing, can you look at something nutritious?"
Shen Qingqing looked at him blankly for a long time before replying calmly, "Aqing, you have been living abroad all year round. You should listen to this carefully and purify your mind."
Ou Qing didn't bother to pay attention to her, so he grabbed the remote control from her hand, played the channels randomly, and finally stopped on the international news channel.
International news is broadcast on TV.
"Look, I'll go up and have a rest." Shen Qingqing didn't bother to fight with him.
"It's not good for the child to sleep after eating a full meal." Ou Qing dropped the remote control and reached out to hold her, "Let's go for a walk. I found a very nice place. I'll take you for a walk."
Without driving, the two of them walked hand in hand along the moat.
The winter in Tongcheng was still cold, so Ou Qing took off his coat and put it on Shen Qingqing's shoulders.
Shen Qingqing paused and looked up at him in confusion.
"I'm not cold." She stretched out her hand to return the clothes to him, but was held by his strong hands.
"You are not alone now. Be obedient and put on your clothes." Ou Qing said softly, then stubbornly wrapped her in his coat.
Shen Qingqing smiled and did not argue with him again.
"There is a tea restaurant opposite. You can see the scenery of the moat outside. Go and sit there."
The environment of the tea restaurant is quiet, and the waitresses always provide service with a smile.
They sat by the window, and Shen Qingqing ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea.
The elegant yellow chrysanthemum blooms in a delicate white porcelain cup, which is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.
Shen Qingqing held the tea cup in her hand and looked at the moat in the night with blurred eyes. She was very quiet and kept the same movement for almost an hour.
All that was left to Ou Qing was her beautiful profile.
"Qingqing, your petty bourgeoisie life is really quite acceptable!" He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned lazily on the soft chair behind him. "Find a quiet place to sit down, have a pot of tea or a cup of coffee, and then I just sit there and do nothing all day long, and I think I am very sentimental."
Shen Qingqing turned her head, surprised at first, and then a faint smile spread across her face.
She does have such a habit.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Ou Qing held his chin with one hand, looking at his eyes with a warm smile, "Something is a bit unworldly."
"What?"
"Let's go, I'll take you for a walk." Ou Qing suddenly took her hand and strode out.
He hailed a taxi and went to a snack street.
"Where are you taking me?" Shen Qingqing asked blankly.
"You didn't go to the night market? Shen Qingqing, did you never go out when you were in Tongcheng?" Ou Qing had no choice but to have a headache.
After getting off the taxi, Shen Qingqing realized that the snack night market turned out to be a lively snack street.
Although it is winter, people are still coming and going and business is booming.
Walking from the street to the end of the street, Shen Qingqing had all kinds of food in her hands, including butter fried cakes, donkey rolls, sesame jelly candies, steamed buns and twists...
"Ou Qing, I'm tired."
To be specific, I was tired from eating.
"Then sit down for a while." Ou Qing pulled Shen Qingqing to make it in front of a stall. A waiter immediately brought two large bowls of hot tea, "Drink it, it's very fragrant."
Shen Qingqing looked at the greasy things in the bowl, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, "It's too greasy."