Tang Qing, holding Lin Jiaxue's soft hand, walked ahead, while Mother Tang and Mother Lin held hands behind and chatted quietly. Tang Qing's sharp ears caught some of their conversation, which was mainly about discussing their wedding house and which decorator to choose.
They did not go to the performance area to join in the excitement. To be honest, the sound quality here was too poor, there were too many people, and it was noisy like a market. Although the performers could sing a bit, the 'harsh environment' was unbearable.
"Brother, this sister is quite pretty, would you buy her a flower?"
At that moment, a little girl with braids and a basket of flowers came over, around six or seven years old and said these words.
Tang Qing's mind was spinning.
What day is it today?
Has his life become entangled?
Or is it some other special day?
