Wuzhen.
This painting-like town, with its simple and elegant black and white tones, made Siyi extremely happy.
She likes ancient towns like this the most. Walking through them, it feels like traveling through thousands of years.
They found a private house to stay, put their luggage, and she took him shopping.
In fact, Wuzhen is very quiet and there is not much to visit. Most of the people who come to Wuzhen are those who seek peace and tranquility. It is not as prosperous as other scenic spots and is very peaceful. They held hands and walked on the street like that. She talked to him about the Wuzhen in the poems and the Wuzhen in her imagination, and her smile was bright and clear. He occasionally agreed, his handsome face full of tenderness.
Pedestrians passing by cast envious glances. Who is saying, "Look, how well matched those two people are?"
She heard an exaggerated laugh, not at all like the gentle and caring person she had been when they first met her.
He rubbed her hair and scolded her lovingly, "Look at you, smiling like this!"
She stuck out her tongue, "You won't let me laugh, you're so annoying!"
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