C82

Chapter 82

on the busy street, people come and go, fenglingjue is humming, and Shen Qingchen is following.

It's a fine day today, so fenglingjue took Shen Qingchen to the market early in the morning to buy some food and other necessities.

Walking to a vegetable vendor, fenglingjue picked up a white and tender radish and threw it away. "It's a good radish."

"Yes, this radish was just plucked this morning. It's fresh."

The vegetable seller was an old woman with gray hair and trembling body. She narrowed a pair of vicissitudes eyes slightly and wrinkled face with smile.

"Yes? Then give me five Jin. "

Feng Ling Jue smiles.

"Good, good."

The old woman immediately happy to bloom, shivering began to stir up radish, Fengling absolutely also a hand to plug radish.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind her, Feng Ling never turned her head back. She called out, "Shen Qingchen, pay."

Shen Qingchen glanced at the full turnip. He couldn't help but eyebrow. "So much, when are you going to eat?"

“……”

Feng Ling Jue made a movement, then touched her chin, as if in meditation. At the end, she waved her hand heartlessly, "well, when the boat comes to the bridge, it will be straight. You can eat it. Don't worry."

“………”

Shen Qingchen reluctantly stroked his forehead, but he didn't look at it all of a sudden!

Finally, Shen Qingchen paid the money honestly.

"Young master, you and your wife are really in love. They went out to buy vegetables together, but they just got married?"

At the time of taking the money, the old woman coldly came with such a sentence. Hearing the words, Shen Qingchen gave the money a stiff meal. Fengling was also choked by this sentence.

Seeing that Shen Qingchen didn't explain and didn't explain, Feng Ling couldn't help laughing and laughing.

"What's the matter?"

The old woman blinked blankly.

Feng Ling Jue holds Shen Qingchen's rigid body and laughs.

Shen Qingchen helplessly explained, "mother-in-law, you see wrong, he is not my wife."

"Is that the man on your heart, young master?"

The old woman asked again.

Now, Feng Ling's smile is even worse.

For a long time, Shen Qingchen was biting his teeth, sweating on his forehead and spitting out a few words, "he's a man."

Smell speech, old woman immediately board up a face, "nonsense, you don't bully mother-in-law, my person is always dazzled, where come so handsome boy?"

Shen Qingchen was dumb and had the feeling of hitting cotton with his fist.

"Mother in law, don't be angry. My husband is shy. He is thinner than a girl."

At this time, Feng Ling Jue, who was laughing quickly, came out and took Shen Qingchen's stiff shoulder. Her face was not red and her heart was not beating. She deliberately pinched her voice and said with a smile.

Shen Qingchen's face became more ugly.

Feng Ling Jue felt that his body was more rigid.

The smile on Feng Ling Jue's face is more abundant.

"I said I didn't see it wrong, did I? My mother-in-law has lived for decades. I never miss watching people. "

The old woman gave a proud smile.

"Yes, my mother-in-law has a good eye."

Feng Ling Jue smiles and agrees.

Shen Qingchen's blue veins beat in front of his forehead and glanced at fenglingjue in a low voice, "fenglingjue..."

"You wood, what's wrong with your mother-in-law? Respect the old and love the young, do you understand? "

Feng Ling Jue whispers to Shen Qingchen.

After that, the radish will be put in front of the old woman's stall for a while, and they will take it when they go back.

"Young master, you should cherish your wife."

After leaving, the old woman said with a smile.

Shen Qingchen a Leng, Feng Ling Jue stares at him one eye, for a moment, his gentle smile, "will."

With a bit of seriousness.

Feng Ling never smiles, just about to leave, Shen Qingchen grabs his hand, Feng Ling looks up at him doubtfully, Shen Qingchen's face is expressionless, light way, "make a play, make a whole set."

Feng Ling is absolutely a Leng, the mood is some complicated, then quietly clenched that cold hand.

Shen Qingchen's body was slightly stiff. Without saying a word, he continued to walk forward.

Passing through the crowd, Fengling could not help feeling that the scene was familiar.

Thirty thousand years ago, when he won the bet with Shen Qingchen, he went down the mountain, just like now, holding hands, walking through the vast crowd, regardless of everything and without hesitation.

Thirty thousand years ago, thirty thousand years later, the same people, but I'm afraid it's different mood.

Thirty thousand years ago, he still had a vision of the man in his hand.

Thirty thousand years later, he had nothing left and gave up everything for the man in his hand.Fengling despair of the front of the back, the body can't help a slight tremor, now Shen Qingchen, forget all Shen Qingchen, can have a little sentimentally attached to him?

Even a little, that's enough.

………

Along the way, Shen Qingchen was very quiet. No matter what Fengling asked, she didn't answer.

Although Shen Qingchen is usually silent, he is not so naked as to ignore him!

"Shen Qingchen, where did you buy that Hawthorn candy a few days ago?"

Feng Ling Jue probes everywhere. After not finding the target, she asks Shen Qingchen.

“………”

Shen Qingchen didn't answer and stepped forward.

"Well, why are you so mean?"

Feng Ling absolutely curled his mouth. Seeing that Shen Qingchen didn't look at him all the time, Feng Ling was never happy and took out her hand.

Shen Qingchen made a move.

"Forget it, I'll find it myself."

Feng Ling's strange way.

"Then I'll get some ink."

Shen Qingchen still didn't look back. She stood upright for a moment and left.

Feng Ling would be mad with anger and stamped his feet viciously, "this wood! Wood

Feeling very depressed, Feng Ling Jue squatted on the ground with her chin in her hand, holding a stick in one hand and drawing circles on the ground. She looked up and glanced at Shen Qingchen, who was absorbed in carrying ink in the Mo Bao Zhai not far ahead. Her anger was even greater.

Shen Qingchen bought a good piece of ink to come out, but found that the Phoenix Ling Jue had disappeared at this time.

"Where is it?"

Shen Qingchen looked around in front of the stall, but did not find Feng lingjue.

It's going to be late, and the peddler can also clean up his stall and go home. The shops are closed one after another. In front of the eaves, the lamps are shining faintly.

Shen Qingchen frowned tightly and ran to her mother-in-law's stall to look for her. However, she didn't see feng lingjue. Shen Qingchen asked her mother-in-law to go home first.

Since there are no such places, it can only be in that place.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingchen could not help stroking his forehead.

There are still a few sporadic people walking on the street. Shen Qingchen quickly steps forward and asks one person, "where is the biggest flower building in the city, please?"

For a moment, the man looked at Shen Qingchen with strange eyes.

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