The sun gradually sets and stands on the sea level.

Zhao Bi and Qiu Baiwei sat side by side on the beach. The former lay down with hands behind their heads. The latter sat in her knees, and the hair on her head had dried up and fluttered gently in the breeze.

"Thank you, I'm very happy this afternoon." Zhao Bi said with a smile.

"When are you going back?" Qiu Baiwei narrowed her eyes and looked at the sunset.

"What about tomorrow."

"That's how I was thinking about going swimming tomorrow."

"Wear a swimsuit?"

“What should I wear if I don’t wear a swimsuit?”

"I can leave the day after tomorrow." Zhao Biteng sat up.

"Please restrain yourself." Qiu Baiwei glanced at Zhao Bi's beach pants from the corner of her eyes.

The latter sat upright, arched his butt back desperately, and asked, "Where are you going to swim tomorrow?"

"Hehe, I'm joking." Qiu Baiwei tilted her head and suddenly stuck out her tongue playfully.

hiss--

Zhao Bi felt that she had been electrocuted.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it on Qiu Baiwei, and then ran aside with laughter.

Qiu Baiwei jumped in anger, shaking off the sand on her body, then bent down and grabbed a handful of handfuls and chased Zhao Bi.

The sea breeze blew gently, filtering out the heat and blowing towards the shore. The boys and girls' playful sounds floated in the distance along the sea breeze.

The figures under the setting sun were infinitely lengthened and gradually blended together at the distant end.

At night, a resort hotel in Sanya.

Zhao Bi specially stayed in the hotel chosen by Qiu Baiwei and the others. When he came back from the beach, it was already dark. Qiu Baiwei and her parents had dinner and they rested and chatted in the front yard of the hotel.

Zhao Bi was also silently drinking cold drinks at the table not far away.

Qiu Baiwei's father's name is Qiu Qianzheng, a native of Shanghai. When he was young, he went to the countryside to be an educated youth, and the place he went to was a small town in southern Jiangsu.

It was where I met Qiu Baiwei's mother, Bai Yunge.

Later, after the college entrance examination was resumed, Qiu Qianzheng and Bai Yunge both entered Shanghai Theater Academy. After graduation, Qiu Qianzheng has been working at Shanghai TV Station and is now a senior leader in the station.

After graduation, Bai Yunge has been working as a dancer in the Shanghai Guard District Art Troupe. Now he has retired to the second line and is working in the troupe.

Zhao Bi just looked at her future mother-in-law from afar. It wasn't him who bragged. If she had been born for decades late, she would at least have a box office of 10 billion yuan.

At this time, Qiu Baiwei's family situation is quite good. Zhao Bi naturally would not show up in front of them.

I am just a young boy. If I pass by now, my legs may be broken by Qiu Qianzheng.

As the moonlight entered the house, Qiu Baiwei didn't know what she was talking about with her parents, and she kept giggling.

"What are you looking at?"

Bai Yunge asked Qiu Baiwei a little strangely. Her decades of dancing career made her temperament extremely elegant. It was impossible to tell that her skin was a mother whose children were all in college.

"I didn't see anything." Qiu Baiwei took her gaze back with guilt. Zhao Bi always grimaced at this side, which would make her subconsciously glance at the side.

Qiu Qian was looking at Zhao Bi, who lowered his straw hat and dared not look at each other.

"Where did the wild boy come from?" Qiu Qian muttered, and the hostile concept engraved in his genes made him inexplicably have no affection for Zhao Bi.

Zhao Bi was buried in her head and drank a drink. What's going on with this nervous and exciting weird feeling that surged in her heart?

It seems that I enjoy this sneaky feeling?

I'm not a hidden psychopath, right?

Zhao Bi was seriously analyzing his inner world, while holding his mobile phone and interacting wildly with Qiu Baiwei.

Qiu Baiwei's tutoring was very strict. When the time was about to be over, she went back to her room to rest. She did not meet Zhao Bi in private late at night, but just said good night to Zhao Bi on her phone.

Zhao Bi tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. Perhaps because he saw Qiu Baiwei's parents, he suddenly missed homesickness. He had never seen parents of this age after he was reborn.

So the next day he took the plane back to his hometown at the airport.

......

Although it is the golden autumn of October, the weather in Rongcheng is still very hot. The city with four major stoves is indeed no joke.

But the sunset at the top of the mountain only left a little afterglow in this bluestone alley. The whole street is made of bluestone slabs. Due to years of trampling, the steps on it are not crisp, but rather a little kind.

Zhao Bi, who returned from Sanya, was walking leisurely in this alley that had lived for more than 20 years with her backpack. The alley is called Wuyi, and is located in the city center of Rongcheng. It is regarded as a signature tourist attraction in Rongcheng.

There is no strong commercial atmosphere that comes later. Everything reveals a sense of primitive roughness, which makes Zhao Bi feel quite moved.

Zhao Bi's home is in this city, the capital of Hu Province. It has always been very well-known in China.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bi is not an orphan. Not only does she have a family, but she also has three generations of family members, and she is a group of strong people.

It is the off-season for tourism, so there are not many tourists, and they are in groups of three or three in the alley.

When I arrived at the end of the alley, there was a three-story attic. Looking at the years, there was a plaque of pineapple wood hanging on the gate, with four words written on the Zhao Pharmacy.

The character is majestic, the pen bones are well-known, the dragon and the phoenix dance, this character is so ugly...

"I'm back." Zhao Bi walked in in a hurry, slightly excited.

At the sight, there is a huge main hall. There are three large medicine cabinets on the left, and the tables, chairs and furniture are all wooden products in the Ming and Qing styles. They look quite classic and elegant.

There is a dining table on the right, and four people are sitting there eating.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm back." Zhao Bi greeted the four of them again in Rongcheng dialect.

"Ah? I'm back, didn't you say I couldn't come back?" Zhao Ma Zhang Meili glanced at Zhao Bi and said perfunctorily: "Thank you hard, you're so hungry."

"Have you eaten?" Zhao's father added without raising his head.

"No." Zhao Bi shook his head.

"That's it." There is no following, because Zhao's father was busy gnawing on chicken legs.

"Come on, Bibi, sit here, let's have a meal first." Zhao Bi's grandmother smiled and patted the chair beside her.

Zhao Bi, who almost felt a cold feeling, finally felt a warm current.

"Okay grandma." Zhao Bi smiled sweetly, sat down next to her, and served herself a bowl of porridge.

"You also know that the economy has been bad recently and the business is in a downturn. Our family's recent expenses are very tight." Zhang Meili picked up a rapeseed that Zhao Bi had not moved much.

Zhao Bi looked at the eight bottom-up dish on the table and fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!