On the big screen on the street, a woman shouted hysterically: "Where is your place is my home!!"

Ye Weilan raised his hand to catch a falling snowflake, and the glittering holes were as bright as snow: "My lover, the foreign land may not be unconventional, this place of peace of mind is the hometown."

Qi Ye closed his eyes and smiled.

In this prosperous and chaotic world, there is only one she who deserves his gaze.

Her delicate fingertips slightly lipped, smiled mysteriously at him, suddenly turned around, and walked towards the stage behind her.

There seemed to be a temporary stage built by an entertainment company to recruit new people, and several girls had sang songs before.

Ye Weilan didn't know what she said to the staff, and after a while, she stood in the center of the stage with a microphone.

The beautiful Eastern Kong immediately attracted a large number of onlookers.

The girl Qingyan smiled, blinked at Qi Ye, and then began to sing.

There is no accompaniment, a very simple and sweet voice.

Very nice.

It is like a clear spring, flowing water gurgling, taking away the hustle and bustle of the world, as clear and thorough as snow, completely away from the worldly fireworks.

"...The lights are slightly cool, the pen tip is slightly cool, the wind is wild, the world is in a hurry... The years are in a hurry, what's wrong with right or wrong..."

Qi Ye listened quietly, his cold eyebrows and eyes gradually stretched out. Sure enough, no matter how long it took, whether he had any memories or not, some things would never change.

After Ye Weilan finished singing the song, the audience cheered. These people might not understand the lyrics, but their unique pure voice was comparable.

She took his hand and jumped off the stage, and the two continued to move forward.

A middle-aged man hurriedly caught up with him and said something quickly in fluent German. His eyes looked at Ye Weilan, almost shining.

Qi Ye glanced coldly.

The man silenced instantly.

"She is not interested!" replied in German, and Qi Ye walked away with his little wife's hand.

"What did he say?" Ye Weilan was curious.

She can also speak German, but the person speaks too fast and she can't hear clearly.

"He wants to invite you to be a star."

"Be a star?" Ye Weilan blinked and shook her head: "I prefer being a teacher."

The highly anticipated life is not suitable for her.

In the second half of her ideal life, she sat and watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard, and watched the clouds rolling in the sky, one Qi Ye and the other Xiao Jiu, a lifetime is enough.

Qi Yeqing let out a faint "happiness".

She doesn't care about anything, but in his opinion, it's like a child playing house.

Even if she told him one day that she would be the first national female head, he would at most just give up his eyelids and express strong support.

Anyway, in his opinion, these things were just because his spoiled little wife wanted to run outside to find excitement. After that, she returned to him.

Of course, this cannot be told to Lan.

This is the difference between artists and rogues.

Suddenly, I was glad that Miss Ye was quiet, otherwise, with Young Master Qi's spoiling method, she would not have been favored by a demon king in the world.

Ye Weilan took his arm and walked around the snack stalls.

This place is far from the Chinese folk customs, but the chefs in Mo Ye City are all brought by Qi Ye from China, so she can't feel wronged in terms of taste.

Ye Weilan had just bought two glutinous rice balls, but before he could finish his mouth, the phone in Qi Ye's pocket suddenly rang.
Chapter completed!