Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 244 No One Loves You More Than Me (5)
Song Qiyan, thank you for bringing me here and making me feel like home!
After dinner, Ziqi looked at the bustling night scene outside, and couldn't hold back her throbbing heart.

She was still wearing the casual clothes, and Song Qiyan was also wearing slacks and a shirt. The two walked hand in hand on the streets of Sydney, and were quickly submerged in the crowd.

This place is no stranger to Song Qiyan. Ziqi follows him like a little tail. There are many immigrants in Australia, so you can hear different languages ​​when walking on the street, and occasionally you can see some Chinese.

When they stop in front of some small stalls, they will hear the shutter sound of the camera. Looking at the reputation, there are some friendly foreigners greeting them with a smile. Song Qiyan seems to be used to it.

"They think you are a beautiful oriental, so they take pictures of you."

Ziqi relaxed after listening to Song Qiyan's explanation. There are no crazy paparazzi here, and there are no media reporters waiting there to write news all the time. It's just the curiosity of the local residents.

The two walked all the way to Sydney Harbor by the sea, and the subtropical evening wind was quite cool.

Standing on the edge of the harbor, at a glance, you can see the opposite Sydney Opera House and the Sydney Iron Bridge. In the night, the Sydney Opera House is surrounded by a piece of golden lights. From a distance, it looks like a bird with a strange shape. hedgehog.

Jin Ziqi looked at this beautiful seascape. The sea breeze messed up her long hair. She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her red lips curled up happily. It seemed that she had personally witnessed the artistic beauty of the Sydney Opera House for the first time.

Song Qiyan quietly looked at her face under the egg yolk light, so close, he could smell the faint fragrance of green tea emanating from her body, he already knew that the fragrance was left by her years of brewing tea and penetrated into his bones.

It's also this smell that can always provoke his heartstrings intentionally or unintentionally, making him unable to restrain his desire to get close to her.

Sensing the fiery gaze from the side, Zi Qi withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Song Qiyan. He was slowly approaching and was about to kiss him, but Zi Qi suddenly moved forward and blocked his lips.

A somewhat passionate kiss, even though it was just lips touching lips, what is commendable is Jin Ziqi's initiative.

Song Qiyan was so happy that he was a little stunned, Jin Ziqi saw his stupid look, coughed dryly, and his face became slightly hot, "I see what activities are going on over there, let's go and see."

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look at him, and blushed and walked over quickly. After walking a few steps, his hand was grasped again in the warm and dry palm, and a familiar deep male voice was heard: "Let's go together."

Backed by the Sydney Opera House, the streets at night are extraordinarily humanistic.

Countless unknown musicians will perform live on the streets.

When they are not able to enter the Sydney Opera House to receive the gaze of the elegant audience, it is also a happy thing for them to receive the stop and applause of passers-by who cannot afford tickets next to the Opera House.

Someone arranged the instruments, played the guitar, and sang English songs that were popular all over the world ten years ago.

"take—me—to—your—heart, hiding—from—the—rain—and—snow, trying—to—forget—but—iwont—let— go, looking—at—acrowded—street, listening—to—my—own—heart—beat, so—many—people, all—around—the—world, tell ——me—where—do—i—find, someone—like—you—girl..."

Jin Ziqi's steps became brisk, and she felt unable to control her smile.

The singer was a singer in his twenties, with long bangs and a thin body, as if the only thing he could bear was the weight of the guitar on his body.

Passers-by or tourists around constantly stopped to admire, or tapped their toes or tapped their fingertips on their arms.

There is also a girl with a mini camera shooting street DV, from the looks of it, she is the leader of the band.

Jin Ziqi happened to walk into her lens at this time——

The princess of the Jin family is not very good at detours to make things convenient for others, and so is the second ancestor of the Song family.

The two of them occupy the best lens position of the camera!

"Hey, you're blocking me." The girl holding the video camera screamed, with an anxious expression on her face.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan looked at each other, and it took a few seconds before they realized that the other party was talking to them.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jin Ziqi apologized with a slight nod to the girl.

Song Qiyan pulled Jin Ziqi to leave, but was stopped by the girl: "Hey, forget it, you can say a few words."

The girl simply gave them all the shots, "Are you here for sightseeing in Sydney? This uncle looks familiar..." The girl murmured, "Hurry up and say something." The girl began to urge.

Being instructed by a teenage girl to do things, the two adults were inevitably confused, Song Qiyan frowned, "Do you want us to apologize again?"

The girl turned her face away from the camera, "Please! Who made you apologize. Please express your love for Black Grape."

Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi all looked at the young people who were playing, and nodded in unison——

It was originally called Black Grape.

"I said, uncles and aunts, hurry up!" The girl was a little impatient, and scratched her short blond hair.

"Oh." Jin Ziqi nodded seriously, and said, "They are very young, er, the bass player is more accurate than the guitarist, the drummer seems to be a little distracted, and the keyboard player can't keep up with the rhythm at all. I think... er, they Maybe a good command is needed." He nodded again, indicating that he had finished speaking.

After listening to Jin Ziqi's words, Song Qiyan frowned again, looked at the young man playing in the band, and nodded, as if he agreed with Jin Ziqi's evaluation.

Even the audience next to them began to look at the performers with questioning eyes.

The girl stared at Jin Ziqi, as if she didn't know what to say.

Jin Ziqi still didn't realize what was wrong with him, and then found that the sound of the performance suddenly disappeared, and the audience next to him stepped back in tacit understanding, while she and Song Qiyan were surrounded by a group of young people who seemed to have malicious intentions. There are also guitars and basses.

"How can she criticize others so recklessly?" The bassist and drummer yelled in dissatisfaction, with indignation on their faces. People in their twenties can't help but feel aggrieved when they hear others question their music.

(End of this chapter)