Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing arrived at Yinding Bridge chatting and laughing.
The Silver Ingot Bridge is named after its shape like a silver ingot. The neat and thick words "Yinding Bridge" are engraved in the middle of the bridge.
The Yinding Bridge is surrounded by lush greenery.
The water under the bridge is sparkling and golden, and the bridge is lined with weeping willows, creating a quiet atmosphere.
The two stood in the middle of the bridge hand in hand, looking west.
The outline of Xishan Mountain is under the blue sky and white clouds. There is white smoke coiling around the top of the mountain, which lingers all year round. Lush vegetation covers the entire mountain. Looking down, you can see the sparkling lake surface and the faint shadows of trees on both sides of the lake.
There are distant views and close-up views, as beautiful as landscape paintings.
Song Yiyuan held Lin Qingqing’s hand tightly and felt the majestic mountains and rivers of the motherland with her.
After a long time, the two of them walked off the bridge side by side and walked another five hundred meters until they arrived in front of the Shichahaipu shop given by the army.
This shop is a large flat floor. It is the first one at the corner. The doors on the east and west sides can be opened. The doors are serial doors made of ordinary wood.
The surface of the wooden door was peeled off in spots, and after the door number on the top was removed, a striking rectangular block was left.
However, the location and lighting of this store are excellent. If the doors on both sides are opened, the products on display can be directly seen by passers-by.
Lin Qingqing looked inside through the glass on the door. There was nothing except two pillars.
She took out the key, opened the door, and went in to take a look.
When he came out to lock the door, the owner of the barber shop next door saw Lin Qingqing locking the door.
She looked up and down, then glanced at Song Yiyuan next to her, and asked Lin Qingqing, "Sister, does this shop belong to you?"
Lin Qingqing smiled and nodded without saying anything.
The boss said familiarly: "Sister, you are so capable. There are many people watching this shop. How did the plastic factory sell to you in the end?"
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"I don't know, this was given to me by someone else." She replied with a polite smile.
Then he and Song Yiyuan left.
It was still early, so the two of them walked back to Qingshui Residence.
"This shop is really big, and the army chose the house very carefully this time." Lin Qingqing looked at the lake and said to Song Yiyuan.
Especially the compound courtyard house is really large and exquisite.
Moreover, these properties have no disputes to deal with, which is why she asked the army to ask for a house.
I also have money to buy a house, but it is quite troublesome to deal with the trivial matters of buying a house and the indigenous people who are unwilling to leave the house.
Song Yiyuan raised the corners of his lips: "Grandpa personally selected these shops and courtyards for you."
"Your grandfather?"
Song Yiyuan nodded. No one was around that afternoon, so his grandfather told him about it.
Due to the special nature of Qingqing, several of the founding marshals decided whether to agree to her requests after discussion.
After the meeting, grandpa began to select houses and shops in good areas of Kyoto.
"No wonder these houses and shops are of high quality. I chose two houses, one large and one small. The shop just now is also the best."
Lin Qingqing said excitedly.
She had no idea what to do with the house given by the army, and even thought of overhauling it by then.
But looking at it yesterday and today, she was surprised again and again.
"As long as you like it." Song Yiyuan said dotingly.
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The two of them chatted and soon arrived at Qingshui Residence. Song Yiyuan heard the address Lin Qingqing said and went directly to Wangfujing Street.
Four minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small building.
Shichahai and Wangfujing Street are adjacent to each other. They are very close to each other and only take about ten minutes to walk there.
It is estimated that Grandpa Song has specially considered this, and it will be convenient for the two sides to travel.
Lin Qingqing got out of the car and looked at the three-story red brick building in front of her.
"Grandpa is really good at choosing." She sighed, took out the key and opened the palm-sized lock.
The two solid wood doors were very heavy and difficult to push. Song Yiyuan hurried over to help.
There is a huge difference between this wooden door and the door in Shichahai.
The wooden door of Wangfujing is made of a whole birch tree. Except for some traces of history on the door handle, the rest of the door is well protected by a thick layer of paint.
The door opens, and the layout inside is revealed.
The large and empty hall is more than 400 square meters in size, and there is a counter on the right.
There is an iron gate leading to the backyard, and Song Yiyuan has already walked over and opened it.
The backyard is a row of small rooms where people can live. To the right of the iron door is a large kitchen, and a red brick chimney stands on the corner of the roof.
Lin Qingqing turned around and entered the hall again, following the birch stairs to the second floor.
As soon as you come up from the stairs, you will see a large outdoor terrace on the right hand side.
The second floor is smaller than the first floor and is also an empty hall.
She went up to the third floor. The third floor was as big as the second floor. There were two rows of small rooms facing each other. There was also a large open-air terrace on the right side of the stairs.
After Lin Qingqing looked at it from the first floor to the third floor, she felt that the layout of this shop looked so much like the layout of a hotel.
Dining in the hall on the first and second floors, and private rooms on the third floor.
"Does it look like a hotel?"
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Lin Qingqing asked Song Yiyuan beside him.
"This place should have been a restaurant before. Let's go and eat."
He pulled Lin Qingqing downstairs.
The two of them came out, locked the door, put the car at the door, and went to the entrance of Quanjude to eat roast duck.
It is lunch time now, and the entrance of Quanjude is crowded with people.
Roast duck costs about ten yuan a piece, but people in Kyoto are still willing to eat it. Half a month's salary for a roast duck is gone.
"You sit here for a while and I'll get a number." Song Yiyuan made arrangements for Lin Qingqing and entered the crowd.
The woman looked at the arrogant and sharp man when she first met him, but now she was the one in her heart, and there was a smile on her eyes and brows.
Song Yiyuan came back from getting his number and went to buy some fried chestnuts and ice soda.
Lin Qingqing felt refreshed while drinking cold soda. It was past twelve o'clock, the hottest time of the day.
She handed the half-left soda to the man, picked up the chestnuts that the man had just peeled and put them in her mouth.
The two waited in line for more than half an hour, and finally it was their turn.
Following the clerk’s guidance, he came to a seat by the window and sat down.
After waiting for so long, Lin Qingqing felt instantly better when she found a seat by the window.