Shen Qingqing went to a shop that specializes in selling Han clothes. She put her fingertips through the gauze clothes and thought for a long time. She didn't buy any clothes to wear. In the end, she stayed in a clothing store of the Republic of China. She rented a lake green silk cheongsam and changed it. Qi Er's hair was directly coiled into the hair of the Republic of China. An emerald hairpin was inserted between her hair, which looked very elegant and luxurious.
It's just like the beauty in the paintings of the Republic of China.
She paid the money, supported an oil paper umbrella, and walked on the Qingshi Road, shaking step by step, with a flavor of the Republic of China.
There is a fresh smell in the air.
Shen Qingqing smiled and made many people look silly.
Finally, her footsteps stopped in front of a woman holding a zither playing and singing. The woman was in her early twenties. She was dressed in a fiery red Han suit, and her waist long hair was tied into a bun. A few steps were inserted between her hair, which looked quite antique.
In my early twenties, what a good time.
In fact, she is not much older than the little girl in front of her, but her heart is much older than others.
After the little girl finished the song, she sorted out her skirt and made the finger pieces on her fingertips. Her voice was crisp and like the sound of nature. "Thank you for your support. The next song is" first meet "for Miss Jiajia."
The words fell, the fingertips flew on the zither, and the pleasant music began to sound.
"Centrifugal broken, empty tears, people do not return; forget the water of Sichuan, look at the right and wrong of the world of mortals, turn back time, drink a cup of forgetfulness, if you first see, for whom to return, autumn goes again, spring returns again, dream and wake up, reincarnation..."
Shen Qingqing listened carefully, then took out 500 yuan from his bag and put it directly in a bag in front of the zither. He looked up and smiled at the little girl's clear eyes. "You sing very well. Come on."
The little girl was stunned and smiled shyly, "thank you, sister."
After smiling at her, Shen Qingqing turned and walked away. At the moment she turned around, a tall and slender figure flashed across the street on the other side. A pair of narrow Phoenix eyes were full of worry.
On the other side are two men. The man in front has a pair of dark green eyes that people never forget, and the one behind is a foreigner.
Both men are the pride of the son of heaven, which is unforgettable.
But it seems that they don't come to play. They are in a hurry. They seem to be looking for someone.
After leaving the prosperous area, Shen Qingqing walked along the river bank alone with an umbrella. On both sides of the river bank, there are ancient houses in Jiangnan Water Town, which completely retained the style of that year, like the photos in ink painting.
"I dreamt that it was sunny, misty and rainy, and the soft smell was like waking up in a dream. Who is the real you..." Shen Qingqing suddenly hummed with a smile.
Standing on the stone bridge, Shen Qingqing looked at the river from a distance. She suddenly remembered that she was very happy when Huo tingxiao brought her here for the first time.
I'm waiting for the misty rain in the blue sky, and I'm waiting for you.
It's raining harder and harder.
Holding an umbrella, Shen Qingqing walked to the corridor by the river, but accidentally bumped into a man, because the other party was a man, and she was ill and weak. This collision almost knocked her down the river from the river bank.
Just then, a pair of warm hands held her, and the oil paper umbrella in her hand fell directly on the ground, splashing beautiful spray——
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