"Alan, did you specially make two identical robes?" Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun tightly and rubbed her chin gently in the crook of Xie Lun's neck. "Alan wanted to wear the same clothes as me. ?is not it?"
Being so close to Zhao Jingting, half of Xie Lun's body became numb. At that moment, he gave up even the slightest struggle. He sniffed and whispered: "When we were in Tubo, I saw you wearing... wearing these moon-white clothes." The clothes are very beautiful, and I was thinking about when I could wear the same clothes as you... "
"We wear the same armor every day, aren't we the same?" Zhao Jingting said with a smile.
"That's different." Xie Lun glanced at him. She couldn't help but feel disgusted that this old man didn't know the style, but she couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the man again. "Hurry up and try it on. I don't know if the size will fit." It’s not appropriate.”
"Okay, I'll wear it." Zhao Jingting let go of Xie Lun and immediately took off his armor and put on the moon-white brocade robe. The size was just right, not too big or too small. Zhao Jingting was very satisfied and tied the belt while following Xie Lun said, "Alan, look at me, I'm dressed just right."
Xie Lun naturally saw it and felt a little embarrassed. Could the size he measured every day with his own hands be just right? Hey hey hey!
But he didn't dare to say it, because the old man was mad again. He was still thinking about going to the town to eat meat, but he didn't want to be the meat in the old man's mouth.
After changing their clothes, the two of them happily went out and rode their beloved little white horse and little black horse toward the town.
The town of Cullen.
When Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun arrived at the town, it was already dark, but the town was still very lively. The food stalls in the night market were next to each other, and the sounds of hawkers, men and women, children crying and animals barking could be heard all the time. , it’s really lively.
Xie Lun and Zhao Jingting tied up their horses, and then squeezed into the crowd. Xie Lun was like a little fish returning to the sea, burrowing in and out. Unsurprisingly, there were too many people, and Zhao Jingting was really afraid that he would run away. After losing it, I didn't feel relieved just holding hands. In the end, I even tied the sachets around their waists together.
Xie Lun lowered his head and watched the two people "Bamboo News for Peace" and "Zi Qi Dong Lai" being tied together by Zhao Jingting's big hands, and his heart felt as if he was filled with honey.
"What's wrong?" After tying up the sachet, Zhao Jingting saw that Xie Lun was still lowering his head, and immediately squeezed Xie Lun's shoulder, "Aren't you saying you are hungry? What are you doing here?"
"Zhao Jingting, I didn't dare to look at you in the past in southern Xinjiang. Every time I saw you, I would lower my head in a hurry." Xie Lun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Jingting, his clear eyes facing Zhao Jingting unblinkingly, " I told myself that I couldn’t look at you, but my eyes still looked at you unconsciously, so I always looked at your sachet at that time.”
Zhao Jingting suddenly remembered something and looked at Xie Lun with squinted eyes: "In the years when I was in southern Xinjiang, I always lost sachets. Allen, does this matter have anything to do with you?"
Xie Lun nodded sheepishly: "Yeah, seeing the sachet on your waist swinging in front of my eyes, I couldn't help it. I stole one, and then I got a second one, and then three or four more. …”
"It was you who did it!" Zhao Jingting was dumbfounded, but his heart was filled with sweetness. He put his hands on Xie Lun's shoulders and said softly, "Don't say that your Qinggong is just for me. Only practice with sachets.”
"No, when I didn't go to Southern Xinjiang, Qinggong was the best among our brothers." Xie Lun glanced at him, paused, and sniffed again, "Why didn't you wear the sachet afterwards? "