After breakfast, Tang Yi changed into autumn clothes and drove his second-hand car with Tang Qing and Xiao Fengting to downtown to buy clothes.

Not only does Xiao Fengting need several thick coats, but also Tang Qing and Tang Ning have to prepare autumn and winter clothes.

Because Xiao Fengting is going, Tang Ning is not interested in going. Anyway, her figure is similar to that of Tang Qing, so she asks Tang Qing to try on clothes and buy some for her.

Tang Yi's clothes are too big for Xiao Fengting to wear. Xiao Fengting refuses to wear them. At first, Tang Qing tried to persuade him. Finally, he gave him a scarf she had woven last year to keep him warm.

Xiao Fengting touched the gray brown cashmere scarf and seemed to like it very much: "is this scarf for me?"

Tang Qing smile: "you like to give you."

Xiao Fengting said: "this is the first time you personally gave me a gift."

Tang Qingleng for a moment, thinking that when she was weaving scarves for each of them in Luonan, Xiao Fengting had asked her for it, but she didn't give it at that time. When she thought of this, she felt a little complicated. She knew that things had been gone for a long time, and the people in front of her said that they were not the same thing, but she was still slightly blocked.

She stood on tiptoe to encircle him. "If you like, I'll weave another one for you."

Xiao Fengting's eyes lit up and said with a smile, "I'll have the white one."

"OK," Tang Qing looked at him in a bad mood. He had never seen such a rude one. "I'll weave you a white one."

Xiao Fengting is satisfied and grabs Tang Qing's hand and leads her slowly to the side of the car.

Tang Qing is now able to walk very slowly, without relying on crutches.

Xiao Fengting likes to accompany her so leisurely pace, there is a kind of feeling that the time is slow down, this feeling makes him feel happy.

The town is four hours away from London. Tang Qing closes her eyes, and the air is stained with the faint smell of medicine from Xiao Fengting's body. It is slightly bitter and clear. She actually thinks it smells good, but she can understand that others don't like it.

Xiao Fengting stretched out his hand, took her by the shoulder, and let her lean on his arms: "it's still far away. You can have a sleep."

Tang Qing struggled for a moment: "will it pressure your wound?"

"The wound is all right. It's OK. It doesn't hurt."

Tang Qing looked up at him. Xiao Fengting looked down at her. Half of the clear and pure sunshine fell on his face from the window in the morning, which made his eyes more transparent than amber look very clear. His pupils, which were even lighter than ordinary people, reflected her face, and her appearance was full of her.

Her heart moved slightly. She could not help closing her eyes and curling up against his arms.

Maybe it's a doomed disaster

No way to control the enemy

For others, she can keep still, only this man, even if the soul, she can not be moved. I know it's a mirror, but I can't help stepping in

That's stupid. She's the number one idiot.

As long as you close your eyes, you can deceive yourself and tell yourself that it is not Xiao Fengting who makes her heart beat again.

Only in this way can her heart be a little better, and she will not be in such a dilemma.

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Xiao Xiao is about to recover his memory Emmm, are you looking forward to it?

Good night. See you tomorrow.