A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1392 Reunion, entangled time curve

"Who are you? A relative of that old man? You are such a civic-minded person, why didn't you help the old man go to the hospital? What is your intention in inciting the masses to make a big fuss? Do you want to be on the headlines of social news?" Rong Zhen asked angrily. This person was obviously the one who was fanning the flames in the crowd.

It was originally just a trivial matter, but because of the crowd's clamor, it became big news. Rong Zhen glared at the young man.

The young man shrank his neck, and Rong Zhen finally let go. "Let's go."

The young man quickly slipped away and soon disappeared in the crowd. Rong Zhen looked back at this time, but could not find Seventeen.

"Qiqi, Qiqi..."

Rong Zhen quickly pushed through the crowd, and the spot where Seventeen had been standing was already gone. Rong Zhen was anxious, frantically searching for her in the crowd, leaving for a moment and then returning to the spot he had been standing, afraid that she would come back and he would miss her.

There was a bronze statue in the center of the street. In a hurry, Rong Zhen climbed up the statue in a few seconds and quickly searched the crowd.

He never thought that he would lose someone. Now he understands the reason why it is overcrowded. He really shouldn't have come here. With so many people, where is he going to find Seventeen?

Seventeen was wearing a black windbreaker today. Most people in the crowd were wearing dark clothes. There were people everywhere, and it was hard to keep up with them.

Rong Zhen jumped off the statue. If he didn't come down, he would be invited to the management center for tea.

Rong Zhen waited at the exit, standing there motionless for about half an hour, then returned to where they'd parted ways, leaning against the sculpture and gazing at the throng. It was now half past ten, with only a little over an hour until the temple fair ended. She hoped she could return after the crowds dispersed.

Rong Zhen clutched their two cell phones in her pocket. She didn't remember his number, but she should remember her own, right? Perhaps she would be able to call her own phone soon.

Where did Seventeen go?

As Rong Zhen argued with the young man, a large crowd surged, pushing her aside and forcing her to follow the crowd. When Rong Zhen looked for her again, she had been squeezed behind the lion dance and had quickly passed Temple Street. The temple was vast, with many corridors, and only accessible by entrance. The exit was completely blocked, and everyone was rushing in, so she had no choice but to follow. She had originally planned to wait until the crowd had passed before returning, but after wandering around, she got lost.

At noon, the crowd gradually dispersed. Seventeen asked for directions and walked out, wandering through the streets and alleys, completely unaware of where he was.

She tried to walk the streets with the same relaxed attitude as a tourist. Even in September and October, walking on the street under the midday sun was quite scorching. Seventeen's feet ached from walking. How could this ancient town be so big? Or was she always wandering through the same few alleys?

I saw a lot of interesting gadgets and wanted to bring some back to Tengyue, but when I felt my pocket, I found that I had no money. Well, she was just out for a walk and didn't need to buy anything.

Kou Quan had been following her for almost an hour. He was 100% sure that she was lost, but how could he get close to her?

It’s a pity that Bubble is not around. If Bubble were there, he would have many opportunities to get close.

Kou Quan was at the back and was pulled back by a child.

"Uncle, would you like to buy some flowers?"

Kou Quan smiled and nodded, searched for some change in his pocket, bought two rose buds, and picked out two lilies.

At such a young age, no matter what the reason, it is worthy of recognition that he does not do his homework or play at home, but instead sells things on the street to make money.

As Seventeen was walking down the street, he saw the words "Come on, a bowl of noodles" hanging from the eaves. He immediately looked up and said, "Okay, I've walked down this street before."

Turning around and walking back, he looked up and his eyes fell on a group of people, one big and one small. The man was handsome and bright, with a gentle smile on his face. The little girl was carrying a basket in front of her, which was filled with many flowers. The height of the bouquet almost covered the little girl's eyes.

The autumn sunlight is very thin and transparent, different from the scorching and bright light in summer, which is scattered thinly and evenly on the earth.

Seventeen fanned away the heat. If he hadn't walked on the street for too long, it would have felt quite nice to stand on such a quaint street under such a clear blue sky.

Seventeen looked at the two, one big and one small, stupidly, without moving. Occasionally someone passed by her, blocking their way, but she still stood in the middle of the narrow street like a stone sculpture.

Kou Quan touched the little girl's head, said goodbye to her, held the flower in his hand, smelled the fragrance, then walked forward. When he raised his eyes, the person who came into his sight made him stop subconsciously and stand still.

He still smiled warmly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile became even bigger.

There is a kind of reunion, at the right time, in the right place, with the right mood and emotion, where even the most profound hatred between two people can put aside their grudges with a smile.

In a flash, time flies by, and in a glance, eternity passes. On the street, Faye Wong's melodious voice reverberates, the sound of nature lingering in the ears, the heart, and the people.

...Fall in love with a serious pastime in the time it takes a flower to bloom.

You were beside me, just a glance. On a sunny day in May, lightning flashed.

In this lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road and cannot escape it. Suddenly, tangled curves will grow on the palm of your hand.

Before you become sensible and after you fall in love, it won’t last more than a day.

The passing years cannot be retained or calculated.

That year, my life changed.

It takes a reincarnation to see a fireworks display.

The Purple Star passed by, and before I could say goodbye, it was already a light-year away from me...

Seventeen looked at the man who was walking towards her step by step. Her big eyes were slightly narrowed like his because the glaring sunlight made it difficult for her to open her eyes.

"Do you like this flower?" Kou Quan stood in front of Seventeen, only one step away from each other.

Seventeen's eyes slowly fell on the flowers and he slowly shook his head. Kou Quan smiled and asked softly, "What about me?"

Seventeen was slightly startled and looked up at Kou Quan. Kou Quan explained softly, "If you like flowers, I'll give them to you. If you like me, I'll give myself to you."

He no longer wore a voice changer; his voice was his own. He was no longer Qi Yao, but Kou Quan. But his face could only remain Qi Yao's.

Seventeen's lips moved slightly, still staring at Kou Quan blankly.

Kou Quan looked at her nervously. At least, she didn't run away or lose control when she saw him. In this regard, he was already very satisfied.

"Then what do you like?" Kou Quan asked again softly.

Seventeen still shook her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears. Her transparent eyes were shining and she was incredibly beautiful.

Kou Quan gently raised his hand and wiped away the tears rolling down her eyes. "Don't cry, I'm here, don't be afraid."

His fingertips gently rubbed her face, and the delicate touch awakened his strong attachment and affection for her. His eyes gradually became hot.