My wife came from billions of years ago

The night sky is long, the autumn water is dark, the sun sets on the mountainside, and the sun sets on the backs of the wild geese.

The city of Xianyang was unusually lively at dusk, with the long streets crowded with people. Ye Daosheng held Dao Qingluo's hand as they weaved through the crowd, their fingers tightly held as if they were afraid that the other would get lost.

Daoqinglu was no stranger to Xianyang City. She and A Lian had gone shopping in the city many times. Perhaps it was women's nature and she could not escape it.

On the contrary, Ye Daosheng was unfamiliar with the Imperial City. It was a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had the memories of his previous life and was familiar with the situation in the city, but this was his first time strolling around.

Along the way, Dao Qingluo was responsible for buying things and he was responsible for paying, just like a boyfriend who helps his girlfriend carry her bag in real life.

Of course, in reality, those who help their girlfriends carry their bags are not necessarily boyfriends, there are also bootlickers.

But they are different, they are already husband and wife.

"My husband, you are so amazing!" Dao Qingluo suddenly turned around, her bright eyes full of tenderness, "Even the small vendors have been talking about my husband along the way, saying that you defeated the Sage of Literature and preserved the dignity of the Qin Dynasty."

Ye Daosheng naturally heard the discussions on the long street. It had only been a few hours since the end of the competition, and he had already become the most popular young man in Xianyang City.

The most handsome boy.

People along the way were talking, but he turned a deaf ear to them. However, he remembered the voice of one woman in particular.

When the woman saw Ye Daosheng holding Dao Qingluo's hand and strolling on the long street, she said in a choked voice, "My dream is shattered. Prince Ning is the man I can't have."

Dao Qingluo, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped and looked into the restaurant, "Husband, what are they doing? Why are there so many people?"

Ye Daosheng looked into the restaurant in confusion, "A storyteller."

Dao Qing Luo looked puzzled, "What is storytelling?"

Ye Daosheng was slightly surprised, "It's just telling a story."

Dao Qingluo nodded, not quite understanding, "I want to listen!"

Ye Daosheng did not refuse. He pulled her into the restaurant and sat her down in a corner. Soon, the waiter came forward and greeted him warmly. He simply ordered a pot of tea and some snacks.

now.

A white-haired old man came on stage, looking elegant and wise. He waved the folding fan in his hand lightly and continued what he said in the previous sentence, instantly raising his status to the highest level.

Judging from the people gathered in the restaurant, the white-haired old man should be a master storyteller. "Continuing from the last chapter, Ning Wang's disciple Yun Canglan was defeated, and the words almost spilled out of his mouth. At this moment, Wen Sheng has the intention to kill........."

"Husband, is this about the battle between Miss Yun and the Sage of Literature?"

"That's right. Storytellers tell everyone about things that happened in Jiuzhou." He explained, raising his hand and placing a piece of dessert in front of Dao Qingluo, "Madam, try the peach blossom pastry."

Dao Qing Luo's mind was on the storyteller, who was telling the story with great excitement and climax, giving people the feeling that he had experienced everything personally.

The audience applauded, Dao Qingluo was among them, "My husband, are you really that powerful? Your Confucian and Taoist true body is a hundred feet tall, and the purple air from the east rolls a thousand miles?"

Facing her question, Ye Daosheng was a little embarrassed, "Madam, they are exaggerating, it's not a hundred feet, it's only thirty feet."

As he spoke, he pulled Dao Qingluo out of the restaurant. Before leaving, he packed up the peach blossom pastry on the table because Dao Qingluo loved it.

"Husband, I haven't finished listening yet."

"It's boring. I'll tell you what you want to know." Ye Daosheng pulled her outside the restaurant, causing a sensation in an instant, "Madam, let's go buy gifts."

Dao Qingluo nodded, "Husband, storytelling is quite interesting."

Seeing her reluctant look, Ye Daosheng said with a smile: "Madam, I can tell stories too. I know many more stories than he does."

"My husband can also tell stories?"

"Of course!"

"I'll tell you a story when I get a chance."

"What stories do you know, husband?"

Ye Daosheng thought for a moment, "White Snake and the Monk", "The Monkey Who Only Eats Peaches", "The Female Ghost and the Scholar", "Resurrection, My Sister", "Only Waiting for Your Return in the World of Mortals"........"

“It sounds like it’s very interesting.”

"I'll find a chance to tell you!" Ye Daosheng pulled her and continued walking along the street. Wherever he passed, a group of people followed him. People who didn't know him would think he was a popular young actor who got off the plane.

Along the way, Ye Daosheng felt a little distressed.

The so-called distress did not come from the people following closely behind him, but from the fact that he found it too difficult to buy a gift for Dao Qingluo.

He has a lot of experience in giving gifts in real life, such as perfumes, mobile phones, bags, and necklaces, because they can cure all diseases. Although he had never given a gift to his girlfriend before he traveled through time, he understands all of these.

Of course, those with better conditions can also be given cars or houses, but before traveling through time, Ye Daosheng was just a poor college student, a nobody in society who was worried about finding a job after graduation.

He wanted to ask Qing Luo what kind of gift he liked, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. He felt it was inappropriate. If he asked, there would be no expectations or surprises, and it seemed that he was not caring.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly since he traveled through time, but now he was in trouble.

But he promised Dao Qingluo that he would give her a gift, and he felt embarrassed to break his promise.

There are no bags or mobile phones in this world, but there are rouge and powder. Daoqing Luo does not wear any makeup, just like a fairy, and does not need these worldly disguises at all.

"Husband, so many people have been following us, let's find a quiet place and do it."

"Okay!" Ye Daosheng didn't hesitate. He knew that Dao Qingluo didn't like the feeling of being the center of attention. He held her hand tightly, quickly entered the alley, and headed out of the city according to the route he remembered.

The two of them walked in the air, and the stars and the bright moon above their heads seemed to be whispering to each other, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

suburbs.

On a certain peak.

Ye Daosheng sat on the ground, with the beauty in his arms leaning on him. The night was very quiet, and Dao Qingluo's gentle breathing could be heard. He suddenly had an idea and said with a smile: "My lady, I have thought of a gift for you."

"What?" Dao Qingluo said lazily, "Actually, it's okay if there's no gift. It's enough if I can just lean on you."

Ye Daosheng heard the meaning of her words and thought to himself, my wife depends on me so much? "Wife, let me perform a magic trick for you!"

"Magic?" Dao Qingluo instantly became interested, because it was the first time she heard the word magic, and it felt very novel. "Husband, what is magic?"

"Look carefully, do I have nothing in my hand?"

"No!" Dao Qingluo said seriously after checking again and again.

"Next, it's time to witness a miracle." Ye Daosheng said, turning his arm mysteriously, and the next moment, a bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared in his hand.

A big bouquet of flowers to be exact.

Ninety-nine roses transformed from the mysterious flames bloomed in front of Dao Qingluo, "Do you like it?"

Dao Qingluo was fascinated by it, "It's very beautiful, did my husband give it to me?"

Ye Daosheng nodded, "Yes, give it to my wife."

Dao Qingluo raised her jade hand and took the flaming rose. "Husband, what is the meaning of so many flowers?"

Ye Daosheng nodded, "Ninety-nine flowers symbolize our everlasting love. I will love you until the day I leave........."

she cried.