A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1391: Lost at the Temple Fair

Xiao Tengyue shook his head, Kou Quan smiled and gently touched the child.

"Be good, go play with your friends. Uncle is leaving. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, uncle." Little Tengyue said in a sweet and crisp voice.

Seventeen didn't really want to go to the temple fair on the weekend, but he couldn't resist Rong Zhen's repeated requests and finally agreed reluctantly.

She was now like a woman huddled in the shell of the Rong family's father and daughter, unwilling to know who she was, unwilling to admit her past life. If she didn't have the courage to say goodbye to this world, then she would choose to live a simple and easy life.

The car couldn't enter the ancient street because there were so many people. The cars in front blocked the road, and the extra vehicles were parked outside the town, so both sides of the asphalt road leading into the ancient town were full of cars.

Rong Zhen and Shiqi got out of the car and looked at the lively scene, and were a little afraid to go inside.

"There are really too many people. How about we go somewhere else? Let's go hiking. There's Zhonggu Mountain behind us. Many people drive here specifically to hike." Rong Zhen said with a smile.

"No need to worry. We're already here, so it shouldn't be far, right?" Seventeen said with a smile, "We can walk over."

"Okay then, I'll listen to you." Rong Zhen laughed softly, and the two walked side by side into the ancient town.

There are many people in the town, who have come from all directions. People from the temple fair and vendors are all concentrated in Bajiao Street. It is called Bajiao Street because the temple is located in the center of the ancient town, and all the streets and alleys can be reached.

"Do you want to go burn incense?" Rong Zhen asked Seventeen. Seventeen shook his head. "It will be crowded. Let's just walk around here."

What's the point of being shoulder to shoulder with people? It's better to be a little more relaxed.

"But there are many activities over there, including jugglers, dancers, magicians, and many novel things. Let's go and feel the enthusiasm of the people in the ancient town." Rong Zhen immediately pulled Shiqi to the central street.

"Hey, I..." Seventeen wanted to refuse and subconsciously struggled with his wrist, but had to follow him.

Rong Zhen looked back at Seventeen with a smile in his eyes.

At the center of the temple fair, there were people walking on stilts, performing swordplay and breathing fire, and selling incense, candles and paper money. There were a lot of people.

"Wow, there's lion dance..." Seventeen exclaimed happily. Seeing that she was interested in lion dance, Rong Zhen immediately pulled her towards the lion dance.

Rong Zhen and Shiqi were both quite tall. Shiqi wore a pair of thick-soled boots today, which made his sight line a little higher. But even so, it was still a little uncomfortable to squeeze in among them.

Rong Zhen let go of Seventeen's wrist and grabbed her hand. Seventeen was stunned for a moment and looked up at Rong Zhen. Rong Zhen turned around and smiled at her, "There are too many people here, it's easy to get lost, follow me closely."

Seventeen hesitated for a second before nodding.

There were so many people that there was no extra space. They followed Rong Zhen closely. Rong Zhen walked very slowly, as if on purpose, almost stopping immediately after taking a step forward. Seventeen bumped into him several times. Every time she bumped into him, Rong Zhen looked back and smiled to comfort her.

"There are too many people, let's let them go first."

Seventeen smiled and lowered her head. Rong Zhen's eyes darkened slightly and she didn't dare to do anything more.

The two of them squeezed to the place where the lion dance was being performed. The sound of gongs and drums was deafening. Seventeen's hand was pulled out from Rong Zhen's hand and he covered his ears.

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned to look at her. Seeing her covering her ears with her hands, her expression improved. He immediately stood in front of her and covered her ears with his hands.

"No need." Seventeen blocked it. Rong Zhen's palm just happened to rest on Seventeen's shoulder. He leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear, "Qiqi, why are you so distant with me? At the beginning, you were not like this. You trusted me and only wanted to be close to me. Why are you deliberately avoiding me now?"

Seventeen reached out and pushed his hand away, "Rong Zhen, what did you say?"

Rong Zhen frowned, "I said..."

The sound of gongs and drums was deafening. Rong Zhen looked up at the people beating the gongs and drums in front of him, and suddenly felt that this was not a good place for a date.

"Then let's go back and talk about it." Rong Zhen moved closer to Seventeen while speaking. Afraid that she couldn't hear him, he moved closer and his warm breath rushed straight to her ears.

Seventeen tilted her head and had to look back at him. The two of them were standing one in front of the other, and he was so close to her, which seemed a bit ambiguous to others.

"Yeah." Seventeen responded softly.

Rong Zhen paused beside her ear for a moment, then stood up straight. He was surprised to find that her ears were red. Rong Zhen couldn't help but look at them a few more times. Was she blushing? Was she shy? Was it because of him?

His heart, which was originally filled with dissatisfaction due to the noise, was instantly cheered up, and the blush on her ear made him feel extremely warm.

Rong Zhen let go of Seventeen, not wanting her to continue feeling embarrassed like this. Standing next to her, Rong Zhen couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at her face, and there was no doubt that her face was also red.

He tried to hold her hand again, and she blushed because of him, which meant that she didn't have no feelings for him.

His hand slowly approached, but she avoided it the moment he touched her. "I think I can see more clearly over there."

Seventeen said this with a smile and quickly squeezed to the other side. However, just as she was leaving sideways, a lot of seats in the middle were suddenly occupied. In just a moment, Seventeen and Rong Zhen were pushed to both sides.

"Rong Zhen..." Seventeen shouted anxiously. Rong Zhen quickly walked towards Seventeen, "Qiqi, stand there and don't move. I'll be right there."

He saw the panic in her eyes, blocked out all the noise around him, and walked straight towards her.

But at this moment, Rong Zhen was being dragged up. Looking back, he saw an old man holding him up. "Young man, you are so cruel to bully an old man like this."

Rong Zhen frowned and tried to pry the old man's hands apart with force, but the old man refused to let go. Rong Zhen was worried about Seventeen, so he looked back at the panicked Seventeen and pushed the old man away with his backhand.

The old man couldn't bear the force and fell to the ground immediately. There were too many people and he was stepped on several times. Fortunately, everyone quickly moved away and many people helped the old man up. Rong Zhen hurriedly said "sorry" and wanted to leave, but was stopped by someone.

"Hey, aren't you going too far by treating people like this? Don't you have any elderly people at home? If you treat them like this, you'll be struck by lightning..."

Rong Zhen had no choice but to quickly take out a wad of money from his wallet. Without counting how much there was, he stuffed the money directly into the old man's hand.

"Sorry, old man, take this money and go to the hospital for a check-up. If it's not enough, you can come to Hanhai International to find me. My name is Rong Zhen. My wife is missing, and I have to go find her quickly. I'm sorry..."

Rong Zhen gave the money and wanted to leave, but was immediately surrounded by people.

"Is it so great to be rich? Can you just give money to get rid of it?"

"This is a moral issue. You pushed an old man down and gave him some money and that's it? Then would you be happy if I punched you and then gave you money?"

"..."

The onlookers didn't let go, Rong Zhen looked around and grabbed the wrist of the young man who was poking his chest clothes.