Those girls weren't foreigners; they were their compatriots.
Several girls immediately surrounded Shen Yiming, chattering, "Are you Shen Yiming?"
"It really is Shen Yiming!"
"Ahhh! My crush!"
"My idol, can I take a picture with you?"
Faced with the enthusiasm of these fans, Shen Yingdi, though somewhat helpless, still said good-naturedly, "Okay."
In the eyes of his fans and the public, Shen Yiming has always been a humble, polite, and gentlemanly person.
Therefore, at this point, he must agree.
Watching Shen Yiming take photos with fans, Song Guiran fiddled with her camera and sighed, "Wow, our movie star Shen is really popular. His popularity has even spread overseas."
Mu Xiaocheng smiled but didn't say anything. She said to Song Guiran, "You wait for him here. I'll just take a walk."
"Sister Xiaocheng, I'll go with you. We don't need to wait for him. He's a grown man; he won't get lost."
Song Guiran looked at Shen Yiming, who was laughing "brightly," and muttered something.
Mu Xiaocheng shook her head: "I'll just walk around here, really. You don't need to follow me."
"We'll see..."
At this point, Mu Xiaocheng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Bai, who was taking pictures of landscapes and people to find inspiration.
He said in a low voice, "If you really have feelings for Tang Bai, you should seize the opportunity now, silly boy."
After saying that, she turned around and walked forward.
Song Guiran looked in Tang Bai's direction, his thin lips slightly pursed, as if deep in thought.
Little Orange noticed that.
It's so embarrassing.
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Mu Xiaocheng walked alone on the red maple road. There were quite a few tourists in this area.
There aren't any particularly striking sights, but it's definitely a nice place.
Especially suitable for young couples.
If Ji Huaishen were here...
Mu Xiaocheng shook her head with a wry smile, looking at a couple by the roadside.
The blond, blue-eyed foreigners were sitting side by side on the ground covered with maple leaves. The boy was whispering something in the girl's ear, making her giggle.
Suddenly, the sound of a guitar came from the other side.
What followed was a long and melodious piece of music.
Mu Xiaocheng slowly turned her head and looked towards the source of the sound.
In that instant, she seemed to see a familiar figure from behind.
He was wearing a black trench coat, tall and imposing, exactly like the figure she remembered from behind.
Mu Xiaocheng suddenly froze, her mind went blank, and she stood there, at a loss.
The man had his back to her; they were far apart, and he was walking quickly in a more distant direction.
Is it him?
At this moment, Mu Xiaocheng's body was completely out of her control.
She ran forward as fast as she could, her eyes fixed on that figure etched into her very bones.
The same silhouette as his must be him.
She can't be wrong.
Mu Xiaocheng's eyes were sore and red.
But the person seemed to walk faster and faster, and after turning a corner, disappeared from her sight.
Mu Xiaocheng stood there blankly.
She looked around and realized he was gone.
Tears welled up in my eyes and started flowing uncontrollably again.
How could it possibly be gone?
How did she lose him again?
She slowly squatted down and burst into tears as if to vent her frustration.
Pedestrians on the roadside cast puzzled glances at her.
A cool breeze blew out, and the red maple leaves began to fall in a flurry.
It was cold, seemingly devoid of any hint of spring.
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