The wind gently over the face, bring a little gentle breath, the distant scenery is still harmonious, not like a painter's palette, but an oil painting.

Song Jiayin doesn't know how beautiful the scenery is. She only knows a little breeze, and the gentle picture has let her relax her nervous tension, without considering the external reality.

It seems that relaxation at that moment is the most real feeling. When Xu Rufeng sees the girl's relaxation, she can't move her eyes. Maybe she is so beautiful.

The wind didn't disturb their peace, but Xu Rufeng felt that there might be something missing. On one side, he was afraid that some of the dusty boxes had a sense of existence, and Xu Rufeng walked over.

After a look at the girl behind her, she is still immersed in her own world, the open front is very bright.

"Well, it's still here." Xu Rufeng said in a soft voice that the face of the box had been shown after falling on a thin layer of ash.

Open the box, there is a wooden guitar sleeping in it. Maybe it's a long time ago. The guitar has some flavor, but it doesn't hinder Xu Rufeng's playing. It's just that the rust on the used pick shows the age of the guitar here.

Of course, it's not a matter of getting in the way of Xu Rufeng.

"Duo" a simple note let Xu Rufeng have the feeling of playing, but, no notice, no audience, only leaving a pleasant voice, began to reverberate in the air.

Music played for one person always has some meaning, but song Jiayin only hears the light voice, as if it can no longer integrate the existence of another thing.

"It's beautiful." Song Jiayin's short answer is just that the girl's casual smile makes Xu Rufeng's fingers swim more briskly on each note.

"Thank you." Xu Rufeng's voice should be a salute, after a song.

"Pa pa" applause was sent by song Jiayin, just a simple light voice, as if tired are a lot less.

"It's nice to hear, and it's beautiful here." Song Jiayin's face appears that the little girl gets the same satisfaction as sugar. Xu Rufeng looks at the girl with satisfaction, and there is a little light in her eyes.

"Come on, I'll take you to a fun place." The girl's heart has relaxed, the next is to play, put all the troubles behind, in order to be worthy of the just rendering.

"Well? Where are you going? " Before Song Jiayin had time to ask why, she was pulled away by Xu Rufeng. Before her eyes left, the clouds in the sky had been replaced by another picture.

"Ha ha, mom, um, I want to play this."

"Hey, kid, this candy is for you."

"Ah! Ah! Ah

Laughter mixed with exciting sound, bumping into song Jiayin's eardrum, here is a happy courtyard, some children's laughter, lovers' intimacy, and a smile like wind and sunshine.

"Come on, this playground is the best." Xu Rufeng's voice seems to give song Jiayin a key to choose different games.

The romance of the carousel, the stimulation of the pirate ship, and the speed of the roller coaster make song Jiayin have a good time, while the youngsters just watch.

Song Jiayin completely out of the trap just now, just a lovely child, at this time, a group of children playing games in the playground, ignorant age is always so true.

Xu Rufeng just said, "be careful, go quickly.", After pulling song Jiayin who hesitated in front of the door of the haunted house, Xu Rufeng's voice sounded in Song Jiayin's ear, "how? Want to play? " His voice is always so gentle, without a trace of hypocrisy.

"Well." Song Jiayin nodded and answered.

"Ah! Ah A series of screams exposed song Jiayin's timidity. Xu Rufeng just swept song Jiayin's shoulder and protected the girl in her arms.

"Wow, Xu Rufeng, aren't you afraid?" Looking at the calm Xu Rufeng, song Jiayin feels embarrassed when she asks for words. She touches her nose and looks at the man in front of her.

"No, let's go." The sound of doting is like a pair of lovers. Xu Rufeng looks at Song Jiayin, and the light in her eyes doesn't seem dim.

"Whoa, whoa, go, go." Song Jiayin didn't know how scared she was. A mummy jumped out, but song Jiayin's body reacted faster than her brain. She immediately threw the bag, pulled up Xu Rufeng, and ran out. Xu Rufeng only heard a voice from behind, and he knew that the girl had hit someone.

I was stopped by the staff before I got out of the haunted house.

"Tell me about you two tourists. Don't you understand this rule?" The person in charge of the haunted house is very angry and scolds song Jiayin. The mummy actor also comes out and gives song Jiayin's bag.

"Thank you." Song Jiayin apologized and compensated for the loss. Some of her lost feelings were hooked up by a group of children, and her bag was held by Xu Rufeng in case she flew out again.

Looking at a group of lovely children, song Jiayin is full of blood and resurrected. They are very happy, but ignore one person.

Gong Yichen's phone call has been made several times, but no one answered. The meeting is over. Gong Yichen, who hasn't got a reply, is a little angry. He's ready to find someone when the door of the office is opened and the Secretary in overalls comes in with a stack of papers.

It can be seen that Gong Yichen is very angry, but the Secretary doesn't have too much fear and seems to be more calm, but the contract in his hand has been well disclosed to Gong Yichen.

"Mr. Gong, please have a look at these contracts." the simple voice line catches the person who wants physical therapy. Gong Yichen looks at the white paper in front of him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. Gong Yichen pinches some swollen eyebrows, and his face is full of helpless handwriting.

On the other hand, song Jiayin, who has become addicted to playing with a group of children, has not noticed the problem of the phone at all, and is already immersed in her own world.

A clown came over with colorful balloons and some sweets in his hand. He gave them to the children and song Jiayin at the same time.

Looking at the candy in her hand, song Jiayin took a group of children to the side of the carousel. You can see a girl running around with more than a dozen children. It's probably song Jiayin. That's why Xu Rufeng found song Jiayin easily when she went to buy ice cream.

"Wow, it's still ice. It has a cooling effect." Song Jiayin, who said goodbye to her child, had a lot of sweat on her forehead, and some broken hair stuck to her face.

"Here, wipe." Looking at the girl eating a mouthful of ice cream, it seems to be a lot better, and it's not in vain.