"What's wrong?" Ye Zhenzhen stood on the side of the road and asked in confusion.
Wen Baijing opened the car door: "You get in the car first."
She stood motionless. She didn't dare to go unless she knew where to go and what to do.
"I'm a serious businessman. If I don't traffic people, I won't sell you in the mountains."
After Wen Baijing said this, he made a gesture of invitation with a clear smile on his face. .
I guess I won’t be sold to the mountains...
The rain is misty, and the sky is blue in front of my eyes.
The vehicles on the road were crawling slowly with turtle shells on their heads. Wen Baijing drove all the way out of the city, the wipers kept swinging.
It was the first time Wen Baijing saw Ye Zhenzhen during the day. She had slightly curly black hair, wearing a long white cotton skirt and a pair of sneakers.
No one who looks at it can connect this innocent college student-looking girl with the nightclub waiter who is feasting and feasting.
Wen Baijing is wearing white T-shirt and blue jeans, looking like a young and sunny boy.
Ye Zhenzhen was sitting in the passenger seat, holding her seat belt tightly with her fingers, "Where are you taking me?"
Wen Baijing looked at her worried face with a smile. , "Go to see the misty rain in the water town, and see the most beautiful Jiangnan."
She was looking forward to it but also nervous, but she was too embarrassed to continue asking.
In the morning, she went to the vegetable market and bought chicken to replenish Lin Xiaoxi's health. Just after stewing the chicken, wash and cut the vegetables. Not long after, Wen Baijing called and said that he had something to do with her and could only talk to her face to face.
She took out her mobile phone and sent Lin Xiaoxi a WeChat message.
[Xiaoxi, I am sitting in the guest car. The license plate number is xxx. I will send you a WeChat message every half an hour. If I don’t send it, please remember to call the police! ]
[Where is he going to take you? 】
【He didn't say. Be careful not to overcook the chicken soup. ]
After sending the WeChat message and relaxing a little, she twisted her fingers together, feeling a little confused about what Wen Baijing was talking about.
The music in the car was blaring, and the raindrops fell slowly and quickly, hitting the roof of the car and hitting my heart.
The car stopped in the open-air parking lot, and Wen Baijing handed over an oil-paper umbrella.
In the past year since she came to Jiangnan, she has never been to the famous ancient town. She used to work as a cashier for only two days' salary to buy a ticket. She didn't have the time or mood, and she couldn't bear the money to come here.
The drizzle is falling in the south of the Yangtze River. Ancient red lanterns are hung on the eaves of blue bricks and black tiles, and staggered willows are brushing across the water.
They walked side by side on the bluestone. The continuous rain made the stone road shine, and the freshness of fine grass and leaves floated in the air.
Standing in the hazy drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, my whole body became lighthearted, and a smile appeared on my face unconsciously. She was surprised to find that Jiangnan was also beautiful when it rained. In the past, she always worried about rainy days, which meant that she had to carry the rain to earn a living.
There are clouds and smoke in the distance, and pink roses bloom on the water bank. Ye Zhenzhen was dressed in a white dress, with black hair hanging down her shoulders. The rain was thick and the blue waves were in front of her eyes.
The two of them held umbrellas and sat on the bow of the awning boat, listening to the rain fall. The awning boat rocked and rocked, creating ripples. People swayed with the boat, creating waves.
"Ye Zhenzhen, look back!"
She turned her face when she heard the sound, her black hair was dancing in the white mist and green smoke in the wind, her pretty face was set off under the roses, The clear eyes reflected the green water, and Bai Wenjing saw himself living in the bright eyes in the clear spring.
"Click!"
Ye Zhenzhen reached out to grab the phone, "Why are you filming me!"
Wen Baijing dodged left and right, and The phone is hidden behind his back.
She jumped forward and almost ran into Wen Baijing's arms.
The boatman wearing a bamboo hat smiled and said: "Little girl, he likes you."
She put her hands on the ground and struggled to get up, her face flushed with roses.
The boatman sang a folk song: "The scenery south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River is so beautiful, how can it be as beautiful as the sorghum with green yarn..."
Wen Baijing raised his eyebrows, "Ye Zhenzhen, can you understand? ?”
She held the umbrella and did not look back, pretending not to hear.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"If you are willing to talk, I am also willing to listen."
A awning boat sails on the Lushui River , the quaint old houses on both sides of the strait gradually retreated with the oars. Ye Zhenzhen was drunk in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and Wen Baijing was obsessed with her innocence and romance.
On the weekends, the ancient town is crowded with people, and umbrellas in twos and threes are opened in the clouds and rain.
The two of them were drunk in the scenery and did not talk much.
When tourists came into contact with their umbrellas, Ye Zhenzhen wanted to avoid them.
"Ah..."
Unexpectedly, her body tilted, and the pavilions also fell down. Wen Baijing's strong arms hugged her waist, and a slight electric current passed through her lower back. Her whole body froze, and she blushed in panic.
The rain is falling mistily, tapping crisply on the thousands of green tiles, and falling into the green water drop by drop.
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The two looked at each other in the rain, and the drizzle fell on Ye Zhenzhen's cheeks. The slightest chill brought her back to her senses, "Thank you!"
Wen Baijing helped her up He stood up, shook his head with a smile, and retracted his hand in a gentlemanly manner, with her body temperature still in his arm.
Her heart was pounding, and she took a few steps forward to widen the distance between the two.
She held an oil-paper umbrella with a painting of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in her hand. Her white skirt was like snow, the corners of her skirt were slightly swaying, and her hair was dancing in the wind.
Looking at her thin back, Wen Baijing evoked a faint smile, quickened his pace to catch up with her, kept the same pace as her, and deliberately teased her, "Ye Zhenzhen, why are you blushing? ”
Asking questions knowingly!
Slightly flatHer slow heartbeat increased again. She smiled mischievously and pointed to the red lantern under the eaves, "Hey! It's the lantern that makes it red!"
Wen Baijing was amused by her and teased: "You still Very naughty."
The two looked at each other and smiled. The laughter passed through the pavilion and the pavilion, and the wind stopped and the rain fell slowly.
Walk along the bluestone road, stroll in the drizzle, and walk by the green water and red lotus flowers next to the ancient house.
Wen Baijing was born and raised here. He has seen Jiangnan like this thousands of times, but today’s Jiangnan seems even more charming and intoxicating.
Probably tired from walking, she stood by the water and watched the rain hitting the lotus leaves, lost in thought.
Wen Baijing followed her gaze and looked at the floating leaves of the water lily, "Do you like lotus flowers very much?"
Ye Zhenzhen held an oil paper umbrella, her hair dancing in the air. The wind blew across Wen Baijing's face, "Well, there is a very beautiful flower in my hometown called Tianshan Snow Lotus. It blooms on the top of the snow-capped mountains, proud of the snow and frost, and pure and clear. It takes many years for the seeds to break through the rock and bloom. , It blooms only once in its life, and after it blooms, it will reach its end."
His heart and legs were numb due to the hair. He looked away and turned to look at Ye Zhenzhen's lonely face. The tone of his voice was gentle and serious: "You can also be a cold pine, growing in the mountains, tough and straight, standing on the top of the snow."
"Be a tree and be a pine, the pine will not be cold. Change your appearance." Ye Zhenzhen smiled.
"Children can be taught." Wen Baijing praised.
The gentle breeze brought the fragrance of osmanthus, and Wen Baijing followed the scent, bought osmanthus cake and handed it to her, "I loved osmanthus cake when I was a child, you should try it too."
Taking the pastry, which was as white and tender as jade, she lowered her head and took a bite. The fragrance filled her teeth, and her mouth was soft and sweet but not greasy.
Wen Bai Jingping asked lightly:
"Is it delicious?"
She took a mouthful of glutinous pastry, and her breath was filled with sweet-scented osmanthus. Fragrant, "Yeah, it's delicious."
Wen Baijing's eyes flashed with melancholy, a little lonely, "My mother makes the most delicious osmanthus cake, but unfortunately... I can never find that taste again... ..."
The cake she was about to swallow was stuck in her throat, and her heart felt a little stuffy. "That taste remains in your heart and memory, and it has never disappeared."
p>Wen Baijing was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Ye Zhenzhen, who had a bright face. He raised his hand to touch her head, raised it halfway and then pulled it back, looking at her with stars in his eyes.
"Actually, you are not stupid either."
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen frowned, squatted down and covered her mouth to cough. Wen Baijing quickly stepped forward and patted her back. , "I just praised you, and you slapped me in the face."
Ye Zhenzhen's pink face turned red, she stood up and patted her chest, drooping her eyes, "What do you mean, you're not stupid at all? I am I was choked by your words."
Wen Baijing looked calm and suppressed a smile, "Are you planning to choke yourself to blackmail me?"
Ye Zhenzhen laughed angrily, "You..."
The two of them stood opposite each other in the rain, each holding an umbrella. When their eyes intertwined, the wind stirred up the green grass and turned the waves into gentle ripples.
Went to a small restaurant in the ancient town. After drinking barley tea, our stomachs and bodies were warm. The two ordered local specialties such as steamed sea bass, three delicacies soup, stir-fried wild rice, and mutton noodles.
Wen Baijing smiled and handed the chopsticks to Ye Zhenzhen, "I don't know if you are used to it, but our locals' home-cooked food."
Ye Zhenzhen took the chopsticks, In Wen Baijing's expectant eyes, he picked up a piece of wild rice and tasted it, "Yeah! It's quite delicious."
The small restaurant was bustling with people, and the raindrops outside the window were like pearls, hitting the stone slabs and the floor. The green bricks are falling into Lubo, and the sound is uninterrupted.
After lunch, the two of them sat in a small teahouse and watched the rain fall by the window.
Look at the colorful umbrellas in the rain, watch the clouds overpower the rain, and see the white mist containing smoke.
The wooden loft, tables and chairs were soaked in the humid weather, exuding a faint smell of wood.
Ye Zhenzhen looked out the carved wooden window intently, holding her chin in a daze.
Wen Baijing looked at her innocent appearance, "Ye Zhenzhen, there will be a day when you open your heart to me, right?"
She did not look back, still looking at her. Looking out the window, there is no wave in the tone. It is a very risky journey to completely reveal your heart to someone.
"Actually, I don't know either."
Wen Baijing also looked out the window. There were tourists walking side by side on the stone arch bridge, as well as people walking alone.
A sparrow, covered with wet feathers, came to the window through the rain and lay crookedly beside the carved window. Its body kept trembling, and soon its whole body became stiff and its fingers and claws curled up.
Ye Zhenzhen said for no reason, "Jiangnan is so beautiful!"
Wen Baijing turned back and stared at her, "Yes! Jiangnan is so beautiful, as long as you stay In the south of the Yangtze River, such beautiful scenery is in front of you every day. ”
When the rain is not pouring and the wind is not blowing, the awning boat is swaying in the water and crossing the stone arch bridge.