Another saying is that it is said that in the past, Dublin's doors were all white. At that time, two famous writers were neighbors. In order to prevent drunken each other from entering the wrong house, one painted their own house in eye-catching green; The other painted his door red. Later, everyone competed to imitate. As a result, two eccentric writers have achieved the beautiful doors of Dublin and the beautiful scenery of Dublin.

Shen Yi feels that this statement has less warm meaning than the previous one. Although the purpose is very similar, the change of the implementer has reduced the feelings contained in the story.

Door, Dublin's distinctive door

Shen Yi's brain turned slowly. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration. What's the door? The harp master outside the door?

Shen Yi excitedly filmed Han Cheng several times, "I know how we should finish the task next."

Han Cheng, who is teasing the child, shivers when he is patted by Shen Yi. He takes his hand back and looks at Shen Yi, "how do you finish it?"

Shen Yi pointed out the window. His eyes reflected the colorful streets of Dublin. It was as if it had been put into the whole world.

"The door mentioned in the tip is the door. The doors in the street and all the colorful doors in Dublin are our goals!"

Han Cheng looked at the excited Shen Yi and his bright eyes, and subconsciously smiled, "so powerful."

Shen Yi nodded again and again, his eyes flashing an excited light, "fortunately, I checked some information on the Internet when I received the ticket, otherwise I don't know how much effort it takes to find the right direction."

Han Cheng looked at the child staring at Shen Yi, gently pinched her fleshy cheek, smiled and said a few sentences with clear pronunciation: "this is really good looking, making, isthatso?"

Shen Yi, who was in a state of excitement, didn't notice what Han Cheng said. She looked at the musical instrument stalls on both sides of the street with interest, looking for someone who might be their target.

They didn't stay on the bus for long and got off the bus before they got to the square. The other eight people got on the light rail and didn't get to the station. As long as she and Han Cheng move faster, they will be able to get rid of them before they get off the bus.

When they got out of the car, they grabbed their backpacks and ran for a while. They also tried to drill into places with many people and made twists and turns to ensure that they couldn't catch up even if they got out of the car now.

Shen Yi Ran while laughing. He was giggling and crisp like a silver bell. His exquisite face was an undisguised happy smile. It was dazzling like the sun and moon breaking clouds. It could shine into people's hearts in an instant.

Shen Yi stopped but couldn't stop smiling. "I don't know why. I think this issue is exciting."

Han Cheng narrowed his eyes, smiled and said nothing.

It's not this period of stimulation. Shen Yi is relaxed and has no burden on her heart. Therefore, she can open her heart. Of course, she has the most joy in her heart.

"Find our goal, go further and try to find us later." Han Cheng said.

Shen Yi nodded and walked ahead bravely.

The grand ceremony of the music festival has always been a major event in Ireland. Many people all over the country will participate, either listen to a music feast, or step on the sunshine in August to find a favorite musical instrument in the street, or put a chair at the door to play a clear whistle.

Shen Yi and Han Cheng are infected by Irish people coming and going. Every time they look at colorful musical instruments, they feel that elves dance on them, which has condensed Ireland for hundreds of years

The music culture inside story, the light spirit lets the human be intoxicated.

"This is the music festival." the Irishman with deep facial features walked by. Shen Yi looked at the dazzling array of musical instruments. "It's so beautiful."

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