love out of time

Chapter 135

It was the same old Santana, rickety, and seemed to be falling apart at any moment. Qin Zhen was not in a hurry anyway, and drove slowly, humming along the way.Today's weather is very good, the sky is intoxicatingly blue, and the clouds are comfortable, as if the shepherd is driving the flock leisurely.

Get off the car in Zhoucheng and walk in, along the road you can see "Innocence Heirloom", "Qinglian Legacy" and "Shuibu Family Voice" etc. on the screen wall.Qin Zhen turned into a tie-dye factory and asked Jiang Ci to help pick out some small things like coasters and wallets.

It was the first time for Jiang Ci to come, and all kinds of tie-dye products rushed into the sight, dizzying.She wandered into the next room and saw a dark blue long skirt with layers and intricate textures.

"I asked you to pick something, where did you go?" Qin Zhen followed closely, seeing her staring at the skirt, paused, "Like it?"

The boss hurried over, "Jinhua, try it if you like it. Our skirts here are all hand-tied and dyed, very beautiful."

Qin Zhen picked out a white top, took off the long skirt, and stuffed them into Jiang Ci's arms together, "Go and try."

He lit a cigarette, leaned against the door frame, and waited for Jiang Ci to come out.

After a while, the door of the fitting room opened, and Jiang Ci held onto the skirt, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and turned to look for the mirror.

Qin Zhen raised his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Ci.

Black hair, white clothes, blue skirt, dark eyes like the night sky.

He suddenly thought of a song.

Jiang Ci asked the boss how much it was.

"This skirt is 200 yuan, and the top is [-] yuan."

For two or eight hundred, I can buy three collections of paintings.

Seeing Jiang Ci's hesitation, the boss continued to persuade: "Jin Hua, you look so beautiful in this dress. Our clothes are all handmade by ourselves, and the wholesale price is not expensive."

Qin Zhen took a deep breath, "Put it on, I'll see it off for you."

The boss was elated, "Then I'll pack your original clothes."

Jiang Ci shook her head, "No, it's not suitable for me." She reached out to stop the boss, and went into the fitting room to change back into her own clothes.

On the way back, Qin Zhen asked her why she didn't want this dress.

Jiang Ci leaned against the back of the chair, holding a pillow in his arms, "I won't stay in Dali forever, I have to save money."

Qin Zhen glanced at her, "I've said I'll pay for it, so I'll give it to you."

"You might as well replace this broken car first if you have money," Jiang Ci said flatly, "...I'm not used to being in debt to others."

Qin Zhen laughed, "Where are you going to save your money?"

Jiang Ci tilted his head and thought for a while, "Let's go to the imperial capital."

Qin Zhen let out a "hmm", didn't know what to say, and didn't speak again.

In the evening, the inn bar was still lively. Jiang Ci stayed in the room and read a book for a while, then went out for a stroll, just in time to see Qin Zhen being booed and pushed onto the stage, and someone stuffed a guitar into his hand.

Jiang Ci didn't expect Qin Zhen to play the guitar, so he stopped with great interest.

Qin Zhen sat on the stool, adjusted his posture holding the guitar, strummed the strings a few times, and cleared his throat: "There lived a southern girl in a northern village. She always liked to stand by the roadside in a flowered skirt. She She doesn't talk much but her smile is so calm and melodious, what is in her weak eyes is the sadness of longing..."

He raised his head inadvertently, just in time to see the last Jiang Ci from the crowd.

Her black hair was like ink, and her eyes were quiet and deep under the light.

Southern girls, we're all suffering the long.

(End of this chapter)