Mo Yancheng held her hand and walked out.
In the afternoon, the sun was setting in the West, and it was not as hot as before.
"Hello," he said. At this moment, mo Yancheng's phone rang. It was mo Wen.
"Brother Yi ..." Mo Yancheng listened quietly and looked down at Shen chengjing.
She also stopped and met his gaze. He held her hand and continued walking. As they walked on the small paths, the cicadas chimed continuously in the summer, and Shen chengjing found little surprises from time to time.
"It's so beautiful. " She squatted down and looked at the small flowers and plants on the side. She saw that there were many small wild flowers blooming along the way. Although they were not shocking, they were pleasing to the eye.
She squatted down and took out her phone to take a picture.
"Uncle, look." When she raised her head, she saw mo Yancheng walking forward. He had already walked quite a distance away.
