Falling Heart

The square was overcrowded, all coming for the fireworks feast.

October this year marks the [-]th anniversary of the founding of Kyoto, and the event will last for three days starting today.

It just so happened that on the weekend of tomorrow or two days, Shen Qing could also take Gong Xiaoxiao and the others for a stroll.

She has lived in City A since she could remember. Shen You and his wife often travel on business. Considering that she never took her with her when she was young, the two of them didn't plan to let her follow them when they grew up.In the pretense of saying that it is inconvenient to get a bottle of oil on a business trip, in fact they are traveling on the pretext of a business trip.

Shen Qing often wondered if she picked it up, and she rarely saw her parents.

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

"It's all the smell of smoke and dust. Your definition of fresh air is quite special."

Xie Mingchao can always hit her head when she is in a good mood, but when she hears too much, she just chooses to go in the left ear and out the right ear.

"You're wrong, there will only be carbon monoxide left after the fireworks go off."

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

Shen Qing: May I ask how many years will be sentenced for beating someone underage?Wait online, hurry up!
The two sat down on a bench under a banyan tree, Shen Qing deliberately sat on the far side, Xie Ming glanced at her, but did not approach, and also sat down at the other end.

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

Sensing her movement, Xie Mingchao snorted lightly: "It's cold at night and you still wear skirts."

She stared at him shyly: "It's a girl's right to wear what she wears, you have no control over it."

Shen Qing turned around, observing whether there was a risk of her sitting posture being exposed, and there was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing beside her.

She turned her face to the side and was about to ask what Xie Mingchao was doing when a piece of clothing was thrown at her.

With a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol and a faint fragrance of sea salt, Shen Qing took off his coat and frowned in disgust: "It all smells like bars, it smells so bad!"

Xie Mingchao only had a thin black shirt on, but he didn't feel cold at all, and slowly rolled up his cuffs, the cartilage on his wrist flickered with his movements. "Cover your legs, don't need to wear them."

"Oh..." Shen Qing's momentum weakened instantly, she already had a stereotyped impression of Xie Mingchao treating her as a locker, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

She pulled the coat over her legs, and she felt much more relaxed without having to sit with her legs stretched out.

Their position is just facing the river bank, and the fireworks will be set off on the beach on the embankment, and the square is the best viewing position.

Xie Mingchao raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "There are 30 seconds left."

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

"My watch is accurate to the second."

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

"My friend gave it to me," Xie Mingchao lowered his voice, "the one who passed away."

The second after the words fell, the fireworks on the bank of the river suddenly lit up, illuminating half of the sky.

Shen Qing felt the heavy atmosphere and didn't answer any more.

"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."

There was a moment of silence on the side, "Well, you are right. What's more, I am not alone, and you are also a friend."