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"I'll take you to buy it."

He took her out of the crowd.

Her palm, net is his temperature, "you are not too naive?"

He mercilessly threw out four words, "really naive."

She retorted, "then you still..."

"All right."

Before she finished speaking, she was lightly cut off by him, holding her hand more and more tightly, "what a lot of words..."

Liu Liu couldn't help laughing. In fact, he wanted to let it go.

When he came to the stall selling Kongming lamp, he directly took out the money and bought a Kongming lamp. The stall keeper was a gentle old man. When he was looking for change, his eyes were fascinated with laughter and became a line,

"today's young people are really handsome."

By praise, Liu Liu subconsciously will respond to thank you, but unexpectedly the people around her took a step ahead, "thank you."

The voice is low, but it's gentle and pleasant.

Did she hear this strange man say thank you to a vendor?

Willow some incredible side to see him, his lips still have a slight arc, did not fall, looks in a good mood.

Apart from other things, the way he laughs is so beautiful that people feel drowned in his smile.

"It's good to have a good-looking boy friend if you have a good character."

Liu Liu smiles, "I will cherish it."

Maybe her smile is too infectious, and the old man is also in a good mood. "By the way, what do you want to write on Kong Mingdeng? I have a brush here. Do you need it?"

Willow nodded. "Yes."

The old man was very kind. He found out the brush and ink for them and handed it to them, "young man, write slowly. When Kong Mingdeng is put into the sky, your wish will come true."

Sheng You Ting's eyes are deep, and a ray of light looms.

After liuliudao finished his thanks, they left the booth together.

They searched for a long time, found a vacant seat, Sheng Youting touched out the lighter, "take it well, I'll order it."

"OK..."

Liu Liu stood up straight with Kong Mingdeng.

The lighter "click" a light ring, the blue flame ignited the wax in the Kongming lamp.

As the fire grew bigger and bigger, the oxygen in the Kongming lamp was gradually emptied and gradually expanded.

"Ah, it's almost possible to fly. I have to write my wish quickly!"

In my heart, Liu's wish was realized.

Looking at the above crooked, caterpillar like font, she felt a little funny, and she really laughed, and a man's faint voice came from her ear, "what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. I just haven't written any writing brush. I feel so ugly that I can't help laughing."

As she laughed, she dipped in the ink again and handed it to him, "here, here you are. You can write quickly, or you will not fly high later."

He took the brush and heard her ask him, "ah, Shanda Shao, can you write brush characters?"

He wrote a pen. On Kong Mingdeng, he drew out the font stroke by stroke. With a slight pick on his brow, he asked her, "what do you think?"

She looked at him curiously. His gesture of holding the pen looked very standard and his writing was very serious. The light orange light softened his outline and lit up his smile