month by month

The afternoon sun is just right, and the warmth is attached to everything, making people feel a little more excited.

"Go in and see?"

At this moment, there are rare fewer people on the street, and the shops on both sides are neatly located, with various signs proclaiming their existence, and it is clear at a glance what each owner sells.

"Okay." Fu Yuan stopped, and turned to a souvenir shop that occupied two storefronts, and the hand on Song Qingxu's arm gave him a hand.

Most of the shops are filled with small toys. In fact, in Fu Yuan's eyes, there is not much difference between the souvenir shops in various tourist attractions. The only thing he can distinguish is that the scenery of Yin has changed slightly. , or the name of the scenic spot is different.

There were still several customers in the store, and almost all of them gathered on the small jewelry shelf at the door, which made it seem that no one cares about the end of the shelf.

Song Qingxu bypassed the tourists at the door, and walked towards the store while watching. He didn't have anything he wanted to buy, so he could leave it at will, and if he saw something he liked, he would buy it.

"These little clocks are quite delicate."

Fu Yuan shook a small copper-colored clock in his hand to him, and the crisp "jingling dingling" sound hit the eardrums, and the red rope pinched by his fair fingers was extra bright in color.

There are obviously several round off-white and rust-red beads between the red rope and the small copper bell, but Song Qingxu just noticed the red rope wrapped around his fingertips at a glance.

Makes one want to kiss his fingers.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Fu Yuan was thinking about how beautiful the clock is, but it is more appropriate to say that it is exquisite. Song Qingxu has already held the small bronze clock in his hand: "It's very beautiful."

...What the hell is he talking about?

Fu Yuan's hands were cold and damp, Song Qingxu was a little greedy and didn't want to let go, put down the small copper bell in his hand, and interlocked his fingers a little domineeringly.

Song Qingxu put his arms around him halfway, and with the other hand, he grabbed the copper bell in the small wooden box: "The quality of the goods sold in this store is good."

"Yes," Fu Yuan nodded in agreement. While talking, he picked up a small copper clock and shook it. Hearing the pleasant knocking sound, he smiled slightly: "I like this too."

Song Qingxu looked down at a chubby little copper bell in his hand, couldn't help laughing, and shook the lower end of the rope: "The chubby one is really cute."

"Let's buy a pair and hang them on the desk in the dormitory." Song Qingxu rested his chin on Fu Yuan's shoulder, and added slowly: "...It can be used to look at things and think about others."

Fu Yuan patted his head with his backhand in a funny way: "We've been buying bells and clocks these days, and you're the only one who has a lot of tricks."

"Hmm." Song Qingxu didn't refute, but rather complacently said, rather "variety" said: "Let's see, how about buying the right mobile phone pendant?"

"it is good."

The store was quite big, so the two of them were not in a hurry, and turned around the shelves one after another.

Looking at another row of shelves, turning out from the end of the shelf, Song Qingxu raised his head, his eyes lit up: "Look at this!"

Fu Yuan looked in the direction of his fingers, and what caught his eye was a row of small dark wood chips inlaid with various silver patterns.

Take a closer look, and there are words like "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra" engraved on them.

"...What's the matter, you're suddenly enlightened?" Fu Yuan teased him with his head tilted.

"What Buddha is not Buddha?" Song Qingxu was puzzled, walked in and took down a small wooden sign: "Ah,... I just stood too far away, and I didn't see any words on it."

Now it's Fu Yuan's turn to be confused: "Huh? Can't you see the words?"

"I'm a little nearsighted, but not too serious."

"I don't usually wear glasses, but occasionally I take them out for a while during class." Song Qingxu put the wooden sign back up, squeezed his shoulder, and explained.

Fu Yuan's shoulder was gently pinched by him one after another, which was quite comfortable.He pursed his lips, lowered his head and rubbed Song Qingxu's hand: "Next time I wear it, I've never seen it before."

"Okay—" Song Qingxu agreed with a long voice, and his eyes were attracted by a bright reflection.

It is a pair of necklaces placed in a dark blue gift box.

Fu Yuan was taken to the side of the shelf by him, and he also looked at the pair of necklaces.

The thin silver chain is long and placed in the box, but it still can't take away the light of the two small pendants - a pair of crescent moon and sun that can be inlaid into a circle.

The pattern is hollow and not thin, with a small circle of broken diamonds on the edge, which reflects the dazzling but not dazzling light under the light. The crescent moon on the outside properly protects the little sun, forming a new big sun together. sun.

I love three.Day, month, Qing.

The sun is morning, and the moon is evening.Qing is day and night.

Song Qingxu recited it softly, rubbing his fingers on the right side of Fu Yuan's neck, "Am I right?"

He didn't care about Song Qingxu's troublesome hands, and bent down to look at the pair of necklaces carefully.

Song Qingxu paid attention silently, waiting for her boyfriend's conclusion.

"Not silver."

Song Qingxu opened his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't believe it: "...is this very important?"

Fu Yuan suddenly broke into a smile: "What are you thinking about?" He then changed the topic: "But it is really important to me."

"Maybe it's because of my special constitution. All the silver things I've worn, including the safety locks I wore when I was a child, have gradually become dull."

"It's weird, isn't it?"

Seeing Song Qingxu's surprised face, Fu Yuan continued: "There are also gold and silver copper products. When you sweat a few times in summer, the color will fade and it will become ugly."

"So I'd better not wear silver, and I can't wear fake ones, I can only wear gold, but I feel a bit vulgar with a big gold chain from a rough man." Fu Yuan sighed helplessly, he prefers silver.

"Don't be in a daze." Fu Yuan picked up the small box and closed the lid: "I can wear this."

He turned his head and smiled brightly: "Then shall we wear them together?"

"Yes, yes!" Song Qingxu was almost dazzled by his smile, and subconsciously responded.

When he realized it, Fu Yuan had already dragged him halfway down the shelf, and couldn't help whispering: "...Little fairy."

Fu Yuan: "......???"

How did he become a fairy?Really capitalized innocent.

"This, this." Song Qingxu forcibly diverted his attention: "How about making this a mobile phone pendant?"

Fu Yuan thought about the bodhi seed on the pendant: "Are you really suddenly a Buddha? Have you been influenced by the atmosphere of Yueyuan Temple?"

"... If you talk nonsense, I'll kiss you." Song Qingxu threatened him without any deterrent force, "I like this little ring that looks like jade."

He took off one, raised Fu Yuan's hand and put it on the middle finger, and even pushed the little ring to the bottom of the finger smoothly: "It can be put on! It's still a little big."

Fu Yuan raised his middle finger in amused manner: "Engagement?"

"How about this one." Song Qingxu raised his head to ask for his opinion: "It's very delicate, it can wrap your fingers around it, and it can also declare your sovereignty."

"Do you want to declare that you already have an owner?" Fu Yuan thought for a moment, then agreed with a smile: "Yes, so our mobile phone is also clearly a couple model."

There is another small copper bell and necklace, and now there is another pair of mobile phone pendants. Song Qing Xu was overjoyed, and his heart of showing affection was greatly satisfied. The shopping experience was very good.

Song Qingxu hugged Fu Yuan from behind in an aggressive manner, half of her body was hung on her boyfriend's back, and she swayed forward. On the way to the cashier, she casually picked up a long pendant for her sister.

A silver palace bell and a small silver butterfly, with long dark green tassels adorning the red beads.

If Song Qingnuo knew that this was a happy gift from his brother, he didn't know whether he would be happy that he got the candy, or feel sad that his status was gradually declining.

After leaving the store with a small bag, Song Qingxu cheerfully took out the mobile phone pendant and put it on for the two of them—the necklace will be put on after washing in the evening, and his desire to show his affection is already too much for a moment. waited.

Fortunately, in the next store I visited, someone stopped looking for couple accessories outrageously, and honestly looked at each store slowly.

Facts have proved that shopping is still very exhausting. When they saw the gourmet store again, they stopped in unison and took a sniff.

What to do if you are a little hungry.

Of course it is to eat!Is it possible to wrong my stomach!

Fu Yuan asked: "Grilled sausage?"

Song Qingxu replied: "Two."

"French chips?"

"Two skewers."

"milk tea?"

"Two glasses."

"Roasted chicken legs?"

"Two."

"...Red date rice cake slices?" Fu Yuan asked hesitantly.

"Of course two slices!" Song Qingxu replied without hesitation.

"Okay." Fu Yuan gradually became calm, he had to learn to get used to the hidden attribute of his boyfriend's big stomach, he couldn't finish every serving, it didn't matter, there was still a boyfriend.

Song Qingxu's stomach is a bottomless pit.

Or it was because he was consuming while walking, Song Qingxu really didn't feel that he was full of food. A few snacks didn't seem to be much separately, but together they didn't seem to be much.

Only leave Fuyuan aside, amazed.

The sky was getting darker and the night was falling, which made the fires of the houses on the street brighter.

They haven't eaten dinner yet, Song Qingxu is already full, and Fu Yuan is not hungry, the two of them have no intention of bringing back the painting bag stored in the middle of Qishan Mountain, they just go to get it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

They walked unhurriedly along the avenue towards the direction of the hotel, whispering a few words occasionally, but they never let go of the hands they held together.

"You can see a lot of stars here at night." Fu Yuan raised his head and exclaimed, "There are still some shining. Although they are not too big, they are all very bright."

There was a tall sunken flower bed at the corner in front of him. Fu Yuan couldn't hold back his desire to take pictures, so he jumped to the edge of the cement flower bed with both hands. The cleanliness temporarily failed, but he didn't think it was dirty.

He stood up, took out his phone from his pocket, stretched out his hand and adjusted the angle to the night, wanting to capture more stars.

Song Qingxu had to look up at him, and asked with a smile, "Is it good-looking?"

After taking several pictures in a row, Fu Yuan reluctantly put down his phone, squatted on a high flower bed and pulled out the photo album to show Song Qingxu: "I think it's super beautiful."

Large and small white light clusters clustered around the pale yellow hazy moon, reflecting the night sky even deeper.

"Well," Song Qingxu praised sincerely, "it's super beautiful, send me a copy of the photo when you get back."

"Of course." Fu Yuan didn't intend to jump down, squatting on the edge of the flower bed and happily looking at the photos he just took: "I can take such good-looking photos with fifty cents of photography skills."

Song Qingxu looked up at him with a smile, Fu Yuan's two locks of disobedient hair were curled up on one side and the other on the left. The flower bed was in a corner where the street light was not very clear, but the pendant on his mobile phone could be seen shaking. It flickered and shimmered.

Fu Yuan was suddenly grabbed by the neckline gently, and was forced to bend down.

Song Qingxu kissed with a smile, the brilliance in his eyes made Fu Yuan's heart tremble slightly, and he immediately threw himself into this kiss, which was not just a taste.

It was not only on the side of the road, but also at the blind corner of the street lights. This sudden kiss carried a hint of indescribable excitement, but it seemed to be a matter of course.

Song Qingxu lingered on his lips, and finally sighed and licked his lips, ending with unfinished thoughts.

He stood under the flower bed and opened his arms to Fu Yuan: "Jump down, I'll follow you."

Fu Yuan used the back of his hand to freeze his hot cheeks, stood up slightly, and opened his arms as if to fly: "I want to jump?"

Song Qingxu just looked at him seriously.

Fu Yuan closed his eyes, then took a deep breath, and jumped slowly: "Catch me!"

With a sinking in his arms, Song Qingxu took a small step back and caught him firmly, as if he had caught his whole world.

"Look, I caught it."

Fu Yuan heard him whispering in his ear.