Xiong Baizhou returned to the Shangri-La Hotel again, it was almost 12 o'clock, if it wasn't for the worry that Zhao Guoping couldn't stay up late because he was too old, Zheng Kejian wanted to pull Xiong Baizhou to chat until morning.

"It's so late, what are people looking for you?"

Wang Meiren opened her bewildered eyes, and the dim wall lamp reflected the charm and laziness of her red face.

"Some business dealings, you continue to rest. Xiong Baizhou said gently.

Hong Kong's affairs have a certain degree of secrecy and danger, and Wang Lianqiao will inevitably be anxious when he knows about it.

"Oh, then you go to bed early, too. ”

After Wang Lianqiao finished speaking, he turned over and hid under the warm futon, and after a while, the sound of quiet breathing sounded again.

Xiong Baizhou quietly walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette unhurriedly.

It was very cold in Yanjing late at night, and there were not many people in Shangri-La at this point, only the holly trees and small-leaved boxwood in the atrium stood stubbornly in the wind, swaying slightly.

A little red light appeared under the white ash of the cigarette butt, revealing a trace of heating slightly, and Xiong Baizhou's heart followed the blue smoke.

"In Hong Kong next year, there will be a lot of people who can't see the situation clearly. ”

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The next morning, Xiong Baizhou opened the window and saw that it was snowing outside.

People seem to have a special affection for snow, and when these white elves descend from the sky, most people's hearts are full of joy.

After the snow, Yanjing is magnificent, between heaven and earth, the continuous white snow decorates this ancient city, and the powder is covered with jade, which is bright and colorful, lining the cold and clear in winter.

"Xiong Baizhou, you close the window, I'm not wearing underwear. Wang Lianqiao scolded behind his back.

The hotel suites are all heated by floor heating and air conditioning, and when the cold wind mixed with snowflakes drifts in through the windows, a small pimple quickly forms on the bare fair and smooth skin of the forsythia.

She is from Sichuan and Chongqing, that place is no stranger to snow, if it is Chen Qiurong, who has never seen snow, maybe she will happily take Xiong Baizhou to enjoy the snow.

"It's snowing today, where are we going?"

Wang Meiren was a little annoyed, the time to leave Yanjing was getting closer and closer, but she felt that there were still many places she hadn't played.

"What are your goals?"

Xiong Baizhou closed the window, and his heart was clear.

"I don't know, I'll go wherever you go. ”

In front of Xiong Baizhou, Wang Forsythia is undoubtedly happy, and he can show the delicate side of a woman at will.

Xiong Baizhou thought for a while: "Then let's go to Tiananmen Square." ”

"We've been there. "Wang Meiren is a little strange.

"It's not the same after the snow. ”

Xiong Baizhou smiled mysteriously.

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"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, inside and outside the Great Wall, only the remnants of recklessness; up and down the big river, suddenly lost and surging, the original Chi wax elephant ······"

This poem describes the magnificent snow scene in the north, showing a kind of vast and heroic artistic conception.

If there is no snow, it may be "the spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me", or "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup." ”

However, when the snow flies in mid-air, the whole city changes.

Yanjing became Beiping, Yangzhou became Guangling, Kaifeng became Bianliang, and Tiananmen became the Ming Imperial Palace.

Those who are still in the tour group, Qiu Peizhi heard that she was going to Tiananmen Square again, and she also reacted like Wang Forsythia: "Don't go to the same place a second time, there is no novelty, Bai Zhou, you can take us to other places to play." ”

Wang Meiren pouted dissatisfied, and coquettishly in front of her man.

Hum!

Xiong Baizhou just smiled, as generous as ever, not at all the fierceness of yesterday's pizzeria.

"Freshness is a thing that can not only explore unknown scenery, but also explore the hidden beauty in the familiar past. ”

After arriving at the Forbidden City, everyone found that there were no people here at all, there were no footprints in the snow of the whole film, and only an old man was quietly sweeping the snow at the city gate.

The snow fell one after another, covering the heavy Zhumen and the deep courtyard, and the crane's beak copper furnace and the copper lion's spine beast were covered with snow, as if to brush away the dust of history for the Forbidden City.

It uses a quiet and solemn beauty to tell visitors that this is the Ming Imperial Palace that weathered the wind and rain five hundred years ago.

The red walls and white snow glazed tiles, the ice cubes under the eaves can be seen everywhere, Yanjing has become quiet and poetic because of the snow, and the Forbidden City has become graceful and distant because of the snow.

"In the 36th year of Jiajing, the Forbidden City was fired, and the first three halls, Fengtianmen, Wenwu Tower, and Wumen Gate were all burned down, and it was not until the 40th year of Jiajing that all the reconstruction was completed. Xiong Baizhou explained while walking: "At that time, the names of the three major halls of the Forbidden City were changed to the Huangji Palace, the Middle Pole Palace, and the Jianji Palace. ”

However, for the first time, the people in the tour group ignored Xiong Baizhou's words, these people were deeply lost in the snow scene of the Ming Imperial Palace, stepping on the deep snow of "creaking", and every brick and tile, pillar and rafter in the Forbidden City seemed to have become musical notes.

Xiong Baizhou didn't mind, and only briefly pointed out the allusions in the landscape at the right time.

After more than three hours of walking, the pampered Qiu Peizhi didn't even cry out tired.

"I felt like I had gone back to ancient times. Qiu Wenge and Xiong Baizhou said: "Fortunately, you called us over today, otherwise it would be a lifelong pity to miss such a view." ”

Xiong Baizhou replied with a smile: "The world does not lack beautiful scenery, but it lacks the eyes to find beauty, and you all have eyes that will appreciate it." ”

"And. Xiong Baizhou continued: "The Ming Palace is a symbol of the glory of the Chinese nation, although it has been so long, but the passage of time has not washed away its charm at all, but has accumulated its heavy heritage, which is the power of our culture." ”

"The things that our ancestors left us are very precious. Qiu Wenge sighed.

"Qiu Gongzi is very identified with Chinese culture. Xiong Baizhou said.

"Not so. Qiu Peizhi said: "The Qiu family has never regarded themselves as Singaporeans, Boss Xiong should not expel us from our nationality." ”

Xiong Baizhou nodded: "Culture is the continuous development of inheritance, the economy is the same reason, now is the best era for China's economy to take off, I hope that Qiu Gongzi, Miss Qiu, He Gongzi can help us, let our ancient nation stand on the top of the world again." ”

Qiu Wenge came to his senses at this time, it turned out that Xiong Baizhou was using the Ming Palace after the snow to hint at the matter of the wafer factory again.

However, Qiu Wenge was not disgusted at all, on the contrary, he was moved by Xiong Baizhou's perseverance but elegant way, and said very seriously: "I look forward to meeting in Yuecheng in June next year, and I also look forward to the rapid progress of China's electronics industry in the hands of Boss Xiong." ”

This is to give a promise, even explicitly.

Xiong Baizhou knew it. No more talking.

While resting, Xiong Baizhou suddenly felt that he had come to the edge of a mountain cliff in a trance.

Surrounded by foreign soldiers with weapons, a middle-aged scribe wearing a Song Dynasty official uniform, his face was full of despair, and finally jumped into the sea with the little emperor in his arms.

Xiong Baizhou tried his best to hold them, but he couldn't get close, and when he was anxious, Wang Lianqiao's concerned voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Baizhou, Baizhou." ”

Xiong Baizhou woke up suddenly, it turned out to be a dream.

But why are there tears in your eyes?

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