According to the general laws of dreams or illusions,
There are no words on the books in dreams, and even if there are, they are just one's imagination...and if it is an illusion, how much mental strength would it require?
Everyone on the street has different faces, clothes and jewelry.
Architecture and food, she went all the way from Tongcheng to Shanghai, and in Shen Yanshu's sight, everything was so real and delicate.
Xihe turned to look at the person who was leaning over the desk looking at the account book.
Her nose is straight, her eyelashes are long, her lips are pressed into a line because she is looking at the accounts carefully, and her profile is soft... So, is this an illusion or has she really returned to the era of Chen Yanshu?
Xihe frowned, feeling that things were a bit tricky.
"Mingzhu? What's wrong?"
Noticing her gaze, Chen Yanshu turned around, his clear eyes smiling.
Xihe suddenly felt his face getting hot.
She shook her head: "It's okay, go ahead and do your work."
As she said this, she lowered her head and stuffed the remaining books back into the bookshelf. She took a collection of poems and walked to the sofa next to her to sit down and watch. She was not afraid whether it was an illusion or a real scene.
The sun shines brightly outside the window, and inside the house there is a tranquility buried deep in gold powder and gold sand.
For the next meal, Xihe stayed with Shen Yanshu. Shen Yanshu would usually finish his work in the morning and then accompany Xihe to wander around in the afternoon.
bookstore, coffee shop, they also went to the Paramount together,
The supervisor received them with a smile on his face. They were seated in a very good window seat, from where they could see people coming and going on the street outside and dancers singing and dancing inside. They smiled at each other amid the singing and dancing.
"What an old-fashioned guy."
Seeing that the person didn't even let him hold hands, Xihe couldn't help but sigh again.
Chen Yanshu lowered his long eyelashes, and the tips of his ears turned red: "We are not married yet, holding hands... is not in accordance with etiquette."
"You're telling me it's against etiquette?"
Xi He exclaimed in surprise: "Who was the one who touched me last time in the box and at the mansion?"
Chen Yanshu's face flushed red as she said that, and he could only whisper, "That was in a hurry."
Xihe...
She shook her sleeves and walked into the shop next door: "If you say so, then so be it."
Chen Yanshu followed in immediately.
This was a tailor shop, with all sorts of dresses and cheongsams hanging on both sides. Xihe tried on a few and felt they all looked good. Just as she was hesitating about which one to choose, Chen Yanshu had them all bought: "Since you can't choose, just buy them all."
Then she looked at the jewelry store across the street and said, "How about adding some more accessories?"
Xihe looked up at the particularly attentive person and nodded in agreement.
After buying a lot of bags, Chen Yanshu took Xihe to a western restaurant. After dinner, they 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 couldn't help laughing.
She turned and came close to him, staring into his eyes: "So you are teasing me?"
Chen Yanshu nodded, and then said softly: "I won't do that in the future. Mingzhu can hold hands if she wants."
He lowered his head and gently kneaded the small hand in his palm. "It's my fault. I forgot Mingzhu studied abroad and received a Western education. It's okay for her to act a little boldly. I care too much about what others think."
Xihe felt guilty about being comforted. She knew he was old-fashioned, but she always liked to make things difficult for him...
She shook her head: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have made things difficult for Yanshu."
Seeing that he was about to speak, Xihe tilted his head: "So, how about we both take a step back?"
Chen Yanshu smiled indulgently: "Whatever Mingzhu says is fine."
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