Chapter 856

Name:My Dear Mr Mo Author:鸿雁高飞
I took a look at Mo Yunqian, "you don't seem surprised at all."

Mo Yunqian didn't say anything, just took my hand and continued to walk in.

Every time we went to a place, the lights around would be on. I was puzzled and said, "we just came to visit the castle. How do I think our treatment is not so much like just visiting?"

Mo Yunqian chuckled and said, "of course, I'm not here to visit. I've rented this castle for the time being. Although we have enough money to buy this castle, people don't sell it..."

I blinked at Mo Yunqian, "did you rent here? Do you still want to buy it? "

He is really a loser. Let alone how much it costs to rent such a castle, he still wants to buy it because of my temporary interest? This is too much money, burning panic, no place to spend it?

Mo Yunqian took my hand and went on walking. There are many servants in the castle at this time. They seem to have been waiting for us here.

Then Mo Yunqian took me to an empty but decorated romantic restaurant.

Dinner has been prepared on the table of the restaurant. The dim and flickering candle fire, the delicious and unique Western food, and the intoxicating red wine

This atmosphere instantly pulled me into a dreamy atmosphere.

When I had dinner with Mo Yunqian, we heard the melodious piano sound again. I couldn't help but look up. There was a piano not far away from the restaurant. The piano player was a real Englishman. His posture was elegant and gentlemanly.

Suddenly, Mo Yunqian said, "is that little white face who plays the piano better than me? You're so distracted? "

My mind was interrupted, I took back my eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"Who can look better than you? I think he plays the piano very well, so I listened to it for a while."

What I said gave Mo Yunqian all the face. He raised his glass and clinked it with me and said, "wenran, thank you for coming to my side."

I laughed and said, "you're welcome."

A few mouthfuls of red wine will not make me drunk, but the atmosphere at this moment makes me feel slightly drunk.

After dinner, Mo Yunqian held out his hand to me. The Englishman who played the piano had left, but the servant in the castle didn't know where to get the gramophone and play a retro record.

I put my hand in Mo Yunqian's palm, in this graceful and beautiful music sound, we closely follow each other's steps, dancing.

It was a romantic night, and he and I had a wonderful time in this romantic Castle instead of having any supernatural events.

In the morning, the first ray of sunshine gently sprinkled in, I turned my body, and subconsciously moved toward Mo Yunqian's arms.

He stretched out his hand and held me tightly in his arms. I slowly woke up and opened my eyes to see his thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking?" I opened my mouth and asked him.

His thoughts were interrupted by my voice, and he couldn't help laughing: "sometimes I feel like this life doesn't belong to me, but it just belongs to me. I feel very happy now."

His voice has the same deep magnetism as before. When it falls into the ears, it seems that it can bring a kind of strange enjoyment. This is the voice of a mature and charming man.

In the quiet morning, after having breakfast with Mo Yunqian, we walked in the quiet town arm in arm.

Suddenly we came to the door of a ceramic shop, I pulled Mo Yunqian and said, "let's go in and have a look?"

"Good," said Mo Yunqian with a smile

The shop is not very big, but the ceramic work inside is very beautiful.

When the shopkeeper saw us coming, I inquired about some relevant information, and then I was told that their ceramics could be made on site.

I suddenly remembered that I had seen a very classic film "ghost", in which there was a segment of men and women embracing each other to make ceramics, which was wonderful and romantic.

But the reality is

Mo Yunqian and I failed several times, but there was no such thing as aestheticism. After failure again and again, Mo Yunqian and I had some clay on their faces. Finally, we saw that we were really not good at it. The shopkeeper had no choice but to demonstrate by ourselves. We followed the owner back and forth for several times before we finally finished the two ceramics.

"Unexpectedly, this is still a technical job."

At the time of watching the movie, it seemed very simple, but when it was really operated, it was so difficult.

Mo Yunqian said with a smile: "it seems that you need talent to make ceramics. You can see what other tourists do."

In fact, it's not only for me and other people, but also for me and others, it's hard for me and me to make ceramics.The porcelain that the shopkeeper did for us was packed in a box and gave it to us. Although the ceramics made by Mo Yunqian and I were not very good-looking, they were at least made by ourselves.

After coming out of the ceramic shop, it was already noon, and the time passed quickly.

After that, Mo Yunqian and I went to some other places in the town. It was not as crowded as the people in China. The distance between the houses was far, and the people were not so dense. Even at this time, many people came out for activities, but it was quite different from the crowded scene of people coming and going in China.

Mo Yunqian holds a box of ceramics in one hand and holds my hand tightly in the other. We are walking in this strange country all the way. I subconsciously look at Mo Yunqian. Although it is only a side face, he is so charming.

Mo Yunqian and I only stayed here for three days. After all, this is a short trip, and there are many things waiting for us to deal with in China.

When our plane arrived at home, it was afternoon.

Ma Dong came to pick up the plane. Just as I got off the plane, I felt the flash. I turned my head and looked at it. Mo Yunqian and I were photographed at the airport.

To tell you the truth, I'm still a bit confused. I'm not a star. How can someone take a photo of me?

After I got on the bus, I said with a smile: "it's strange. I haven't been in China these days. How can I become like a star? There are reporters photographing me at the airport."

I said casually, but Ma Dong said with a smile in the front seat: "you don't know. On the day you and Mr. Mo went to England, Xing Hanfei happened to be on a variety show in China. What's its name? Oh, yes, it seems to be called" high energy challenge ". She also took a trainee from your company to the program. As a result, those two people sang one song and another in the program** God

I can't laugh or cry. What did they do?