moonlight lure

The two took the shuttle bus to the B&B. After arriving, they first went upstairs to put their things away, then came down to say hello to everyone, got drinks, and sat down on the single sofa in the corner.

Song Shiwei bit her straw and looked at the room. This B&B was renovated on the basis of an old local house. The interior is simple and plain, which is the popular quiet style nowadays. The living room has a high ceiling and is spacious enough to accommodate fifteen or six people.

And although it is said to be a gathering of friends before getting engaged, the layout is actually very elaborate. Desserts, fruits and drinks are all available. There are two layers of souvenirs neatly stacked on the table in the corner. Even the host who controls the venue has made arrangements. .

After everyone had arrived, he stood up, clapped his hands, cleared his throat, and suggested that since the two newcomers didn't know each other's friends, they should play games together for two hours before dinner to enhance the team atmosphere.

Naturally, no one in the room raised any objections, and after a few rounds of the game, the atmosphere became much more lively. It was Ji Yanchen and Song Shiwei's turn, and they were tested on their tacit understanding as a couple.

Song Shiwei looked at the people next to her with embarrassment, worried that their grades would be an embarrassing zero, which would be too embarrassing.

Her teammate had a different opinion. He raised his lips slightly, lowered his head and lowered his voice calmly in her ear: "If I answer all the questions correctly, is there any reward?"

impossible.

Song Shiwei thought this matter-of-factly, but she still didn't hurt his self-confidence and said casually: "I'll reward you with a hug."

He rubbed her head and said it was okay, and then the two of them sat on two chairs opposite each other. She wrote the answer and he was responsible for guessing.

"The best score of the three couples just now is six, and the worst score is three. If your score is less than three, you two will be punished and show your talents to everyone!"

Song Shiwei nervously grabbed the writing board with one hand and rubbed her forehead helplessly with the other hand.

This is why she hates gatherings with many people. If a large group of people don’t know each other well, why can’t they just live quietly and be on their own? We must catch a few unlucky ones, let them make a fool of themselves, and execute them in public.

"Are you ready? Let's start!"

The host gave an order and started timing while shouting out the title: "Her favorite animal!"

This one is simple.

Under the influence of the atmosphere, Song Shiwei's heart beat faster unconsciously, and she quickly wrote the answer on the whiteboard: dog.

The person on the chair opposite looked at her with a question board in front of her, and the curvature at the end of her lips seemed to be non-existent: puppy.

Thinking of his notes on her phone, Song Shiwei's ears suddenly felt hot.

The host on the side was unaware of the secret love between the young lovers and quickly read out the next question: "Her favorite drink!"

Song Shiwei's pen tip paused for a few seconds, thinking quickly in her mind that the two of them had not been together for long. To win the game, what was more important than seeking truth from facts was what memories the two of them shared during this period. After a moment, she felt uneasy. Put pen to paper: milk.

"Ginger milk."

After the host read out the answer, he joked, "Okay, brother, you don't have to add adjectives to every answer. We all know that you know your sister-in-law very well! What's important now is speed! Speed! Next question."

Two and a half minutes passed, and the two of them answered five of the eight questions correctly and abstained from two.

Song Shiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to make a fool of herself. The host over there clapped her hands in excitement and encouragement: "Now the two rankings have been guaranteed to be the first! Whether you can take away the big gift prepared by us newcomers depends on this move! The last question , what’s her favorite music?”

This question was a blind spot for the two of them, and Song Shiwei didn't want to rush into it at all, so she casually wrote down a folk singer she was listening to recently to cope with the problem.

When the other party turned over the question board, the answer was indeed wrong. Everyone was disappointed. The young couple who won the first place took away a small ice cream machine with a very retro and cute appearance amidst the congratulations of the host.

The girl liked this gift very much. Everyone joked about asking her to provide cold drinks tonight. The atmosphere in the room was pushed to a small climax. Only Song Shiwei never said a word, staring at the words on Ji Yanchen's board. Suddenly lost in thought.

After a moment, she raised her eyes with an unclear expression, and met his gaze, which was also looking at her silently. Her heart skipped a beat, and a few unsettled emails in her mailbox that day flashed before her eyes.

The atmosphere at the Huping Music Festival was lively and fiery, and the singer singing on the stage was the person written on his inscription.

The two returned to the sofa in the corner. Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and took a few sips of water. She suppressed the suspicion that was rising in her heart. After a while, she turned around and asked the person next to her softly: "How did you know that I liked this singer?"

He replied calmly: "I see you have shared it in your circle of friends."

There was confusion in her dark eyes, and she wasn't sure which of her photos had brought out this information.

The person next to her glanced at her and asked quietly: "Don't you like it now?"

She hummed absently: "I don't like it as much as before."

Ji Yanchen leaned on the sofa and held her wrist, teasing: "We, Prosecutor Song, don't seem to be very affectionate."

Song Shiwei was dragged by him and sank into the sofa. She gave up thinking about the previous question for the time being and said casually: "Men, after the novelty wears off, they are always like that."

He let out a low sigh and looked sideways, with a sense of crisis: "Then I have to keep it fresh."

He held her hand, raised her arm, and clasped her fingers one by one, "A new dish every week, a new date, a new movie, a new gift, and a new song. This will do." ?"

Song Shiwei looked at him after hearing this: "What new song?"

The person next to him sighed: "I thought you liked him and even practiced a song of his."

She was tone-deaf, but she didn't expect that he could sing. She patted his arm and urged, "Then you sing."

He pretended to be deep in thought and motioned her to come closer with his fingers.

She pricked up her ears out of curiosity and leaned closer. As soon as she felt the hot breath coming out when he opened his lips, a comrade of Ji Yanchen next to him turned his head and shouted in a low voice: "Hey, hey, what are you doing? It's not allowed in public places under the clear sky. Kiss your ears!”

Song Shiwei was thin-skinned, and her cheeks turned slightly red after being teased. She pushed him away and sat back, pretending to be calm and drinking water. Ji Yanchen turned around and gave the other party a cold warning, but before he could coax him, the two of them were pushed into the next round of the game.

The game time is over and everyone heads to the dinner location.

The restaurant in the evening is set on a small island that can be reached on foot near the B&B. A sand bridge will appear every day during low tide, secretly connecting the coast and the island.

After a short walk on the beach, the two came to the shallow water. It was already time to ebb tide, and although the road was exposed, as the sky grew darker, the clouds in the distance became thicker, and the waves continued one after another without calming down.

Song Shiwei originally had no intention of going into the water and was wearing a long skirt and canvas shoes. Now she was a little hesitant.

Ji Yanchen rolled up his trouser legs and suggested quietly: "Shall I carry you?"

She looked away and shook her head.