1143: Chapter 1166: A Picture with Depth 1143: Chapter 1166: A Picture with Depth The shrill and discordant lody was incomprehensible to Ye Ranran, yet she found it quite pleasing to the ear.
In her mind, she imagined ancient people, so standing, so sitting, watching the poignant love story unfold on the stage.
“Sister, can you understand it?” Seeing Ye Ranran intoxicated by the performance, Song Ze curiously asked.
Ye Ranran shook her head honestly, “No, I can’t.
What about you?”
Why then did she appear as if she understood?
Was she teasing him?
“I don’t understand it either.” He hadn’t studied this sort of thing.
Actually, few people really understood it, right?
Most people were just there for the excitent.
This kind of art, perhaps only those who understand and practice art really get it, right?
Ye Ranran ignored him and continued to listen, absorbed in the mont.
Song Ze thought she was being particularly hypocritical.
“If we don’t understand it, why are we listening?”
Suddenly, Ye Ranran turned her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
Her gaze made Song Ze shrink back a little, unsure of what she was about to do.
“You finally said sothing normal.”
Song Ze: “…” She really was on a different wavelength from him.
“To answer your question from earlier, I am appreciating art.
Do you understand art?” Although she didn’t really glean much from it, one must at least put on the appearance, right?
“Let’s just go,” Ye Ranran suggested on seeing Song Ze’s confused expression, deciding not to torture him further.
The two climbed onto the city wall and gazed downward.
The streets surrounded the houses, neatly forming a square.
There were a few people on the road, here and there, and occasionally so in ancient costus would pass by.
Ye Ranran took out her phone and gestured for Song Ze to stand on the opposite side against the city wall.
Then she snapped a photo of him.
“How about we take one together, sister?”
Alright.
“Handso guy, could you take a photo for us?” Ye Ranran stopped a passing man.
A handso man, naturally, wouldn’t refuse a beautiful woman’s request.
So they stood together, neatly positioned with hands by their sides, though still a bit far apart.
“Move closer together, shoulder to shoulder.
Otherwise, we can’t both fit in the fra.”
Song Ze moved a little closer, boldly placing his hand on Ye Ranran’s shoulder.
As she turned her head to look at him, the shutter clicked.
And so that beca a photo with an undertone of aning.
Ye Ranran looked at it for a while and found it wasn’t bad.
Although she only showed her profile, Song Ze’s entire face was visible, even sporting a bit of a smile.
God knows how rare his smile was.
When she got ho, Ye Ranran had the photo developed.
The connection between her and Song Ze was very shallow, a bridge with no real contact binding them.
They might intersect by chance, but after that, they’d return to their respective places and continue moving forward.
When Jun Mochan returned ho, he had expected to be greeted by Ye Ranran’s concern and maybe even a hug, but none of that happened, not to ntion any form of care.
“What are you looking at?” Jun Mochan snatched the photo from Ye Ranran’s hand.
She was startled by him.
As soon as her gaze t Jun Mochan’s face, she leapt over, “You’re back?
Are you alright?”
“Be careful, don’t jump and lose my son,” Jun Mochan quickly embraced her.
“Isn’t it fine whether it’s a boy or a girl?” Why emphasize having a son?
What if she can’t have a son?
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m alright?”
If it were any other ti, Ye Ranran would not have fallen for such a stiff change of topic, but she was currently concerned for his well-being and he quickly brought her back to the mont, “How are you?
Are you alright?
Has everything settled down?”
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