Mountain Village Ancient House 23
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Science
Author:
ErluziWords: 1103Update Time: 24/01/18 17:35:32
According to the general rules of dreams or illusions,
There is no writing on the book in the dream. Even if there is, it is just my imagination... And if it is an illusion, how much mental power is required?
Everyone on the street has different faces, and their clothes and jewelry are also different.
Building food, she went all the way from Tongcheng to Shanghai Beach. In Shen Yanshu's invisible sight, everything was so real and delicate.
Xihe turned to look at the person who was leaning on the desk looking at the account book.
The bridge of her nose is straight, her eyelashes are long, her lips are pursed into a straight line because she is studying the accounts carefully, and her profile is soft... So, is this an illusion or has she really returned to Shen Yanshu's era?
Xihe frowned, feeling that things were a bit tricky.
"Mingzhu? What's wrong?"
Sensing her gaze, Shen Yanshu turned his head, his clear eyes smiling.
Xihe suddenly felt his face getting hot.
She shook her head: "It's okay, just be busy."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and stuffed the remaining books back into the bookshelf. She took a poetry book and walked to the sofa next to her to sit down and watch. She was not afraid of whether it was a fantasy or a real scene.
The sunlight outside the window is stunning, and inside the house there is a tranquility buried deep in golden powder and sand.
For the next meal, Xihe stayed with Shen Yanshu. Shen Yanshu usually finished his work in the morning and went shopping with Xihe in the afternoon.
Bookstores, coffee shops, and they even went to Paramount together.
The supervisor received them with a smile on his face, and arranged a good seat by the window. Outside, he could see people coming and going on the street, and inside, he could see dancers singing and dancing. They looked at each other and smiled while singing and dancing.
"What an old antique."
Seeing that the person didn't even hold his hand, Xihe couldn't help but sigh again.
Shen Yanshu lowered his long eyelashes and the tips of his ears were red: "We are not married yet, holding hands... is not appropriate for etiquette."
"Are you telling me that I am not in line with etiquette?"
Xihe said in surprise: "Who was the one who touched me last time in the box and the mansion?"
Shen Yanshu blushed at what she said and could only whisper: "It was out of urgency."
Xihe...
She shook her sleeves and entered the shop next to her: "You just say so."
Shen Yanshu immediately followed in.
This is a tailor shop, with all kinds of dresses and cheongsam hanging on both sides. Xihe tried on a few of them and they all felt good. Just when he was hesitant to choose which one was suitable, Shen Yanshu asked people to buy them all: "Since I have chosen If you can’t sell it, then buy it all back.”
Then he looked at the jewelry store across the street: "How about adding some more jewelry?"
Xihe looked up at the particularly attentive person and nodded in agreement.
After buying many large and small bags, Shen Yanshu took Xihe to a Western restaurant. After finishing the meal, he came out and got in the car. He gently reached out and held Xihe's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Are you still angry?" ?”
Xihe suddenly couldn't help laughing.
She turned around and came to him, staring into his eyes: "So are you coaxing me?"
Shen Yanshu nodded and said softly: "Not anymore. Mingzhu can hold hands if she wants."
He lowered his head and kneaded the little hands in his palms gently: "It's my fault. I forgot that Mingzhu studied abroad and received a Western education. It doesn't hurt to act boldly. It's because I care too much about other people's opinions."
Xihe was comforted and felt guilty. She knew that he had an old-fashioned temperament, but she always liked to embarrass him...
She shook her head: "It's my fault. I shouldn't make things difficult for you."
Seeing that he was about to speak, Xihe tilted his head: "So, how about we all take a step back?"
Shen Yanshu smiled indulgently: "Whatever Mingzhu says is fine."