Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

The square was crowded with people, all coming for the fireworks feast.

This October marks the 100th anniversary of the founding of Kyoto, and the event will last for three days starting today.

It happens that tomorrow is the weekend, and Shen Qing can take Gong Xiaoxiao and the others for a nice stroll.

She has been living in City A for as long as she can remember. Shen You and his wife often go on business trips. Considering her young age, they never take her with them. Even when they grow up, they have no intention of letting her follow them. It is euphemistically called business trips to collect oil bottles. It's not convenient, in fact they are traveling on a business trip.

Shen Qing often wondered if she had picked it up. She rarely saw her parents.

She stretched and breathed a sigh of relief, "I haven't breathed such fresh air in a long time."

"It all smells of smoke. Your definition of fresh air is quite special."

Xie Mingchao could always give her a slap on the head when she was in a good mood, but when she listened too much, she simply chose to listen in one ear and out the other.

"You are wrong. When the fireworks are finished setting off, only carbon monoxide will be left."

Xie Mingchao raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You still have some culture in you."

Shen Qing: How long will the sentence be for beating a minor? Waiting online, urgent!

The two sat down on a bench under a banyan tree. Shen Qing deliberately sat on the far edge.

As soon as Shen Qing sat down, the hem of her skirt shrunk up a bit. She was startled, fearing that she would be exposed, so she quickly brought her knees together and crossed them.

Noticing her movements, Xie Mingchao sneered: "It's cold at night and I still wear a skirt."

She glared at him shyly: "What you wear is a girl's right, you have no control over it."

Shen Qing turned around and observed whether there was any risk of exposure due to her sitting posture. There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against her side.

She turned her head and was about to ask Xie Mingchao what he was doing when a piece of clothing was thrown towards her.

With the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol and the faint fragrance of sea salt, Shen Qing took off her coat and frowned in disgust: "It smells like a bar, it's so unpleasant!"

Xie Mingchao only had a thin black shirt left on him, but he didn't feel cold at all. He slowly rolled up his cuffs, and the cartilage on his wrists flickered with his movements. "It doesn't need to be used to cover the legs." wear."

"Oh..." Shen Qing's momentum weakened immediately. She already had a stereotype about Xie Mingchao treating her as a locker. "Sorry, I misunderstood."

She pulled her coat over her legs and felt much more relaxed when she didn't have to stretch her legs to sit.

Their location is right facing the river bank. Fireworks will be set off on the beach on the embankment. The square is the best viewing location.

Xie Mingchao raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "There are still thirty seconds."

"So accurate?" Shen Qing moved her position, leaned next to him, and tried to look at his watch. She realized that she should keep her distance and stopped.

"My watch is accurate to the second."

"It's so easy to use, can you post a link?" Her eyes lit up, "My friend's birthday is coming soon, and I'm wondering what gift to give him."

"It was given by my friend," Xie Mingchao's voice lowered, "the late one."

The next second after he finished speaking, the fireworks on the river bank suddenly lit up, lighting up half of the sky.

Shen Qing felt the heaviness of the atmosphere and did not answer any more words.

"Xie Mingchao, it's okay," she suddenly said softly, "the dead can only live in memory, but you always have to face the present and the future."
Chapter completed!