readx;? In the south of the Yangtze River in April, the green willows are picturesque, and the spring breeze of ten miles is soft on the cheeks of tourists, and it is intoxicating. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Mu pinched the orange sunhat issued by the tour group with one hand, stood in the bustling crowd, and looked left and right curiously. Feng Yuan, who was on the right hand side of the courier brother, was answering the phone.

More than two years ago, the design institute took over a restorative antique design project here, and a nine-member team of nine people had been busy in this town for several months.

At the beginning of this year, the project was completed and well received, and the project leader of Dingru Town specially provided a free travel quota and invited the staff of the design institute working group to come and play.

This family quota fell on the head of the courier brother, and the name was naturally the younger brother.

For three days, you can follow the large army of the tour group to tour around the town step by step, or you can wander freely and comfortably. But in view of the fact that his pet was especially liked by his sister and aunt, and was kneaded and teased in various ways on the bus, Feng Yuan broke away from the army without hesitation and chose the latter.

Dingru Town belongs to the typical Jiangnan water town style, with every house facing the water and every household sleeping on the river.

The gray-walled mansions and the stone bridges with curved manhui are all slowly spread out along a wave of clear water, and the whole town is like a freehand painting scroll that has just been completed, with the wetness of pen and ink that has not dried.

At this moment, Xu Mu and Feng Yuan are standing near a half-moon-shaped stone arch bridge, facing the bridge is a big tree surrounded by two people, under the tree there is a restaurant called "Song Ji", a row of goose-yellow knife flags are waving in the wind, on which are written "Song Ji Chicken Noodle Soup" five big characters. The business of the restaurant is good, and it is already full at half past ten, and the delicious smell of chicken soup wafts in a radius of more than ten meters.

Xu Mu sucked his nose hard, the taste was indeed attractive.

At this moment, a tour guide holding a panda flag passed by with a large number of group members, pointing to the stone bridge next to him while walking, "The bridge in front of you is called Fengtang Bridge, which used to be a stone bridge without railings. Legend has it that 500 years ago, there was a carpenter named Chen Zhe in Dingru Town, because his father liked to drink Song Ji's chicken soup, so he crossed the bridge every day to buy soup, rain or shine. As a result, when it rained heavily, the bridge deck was slippery, and Chen Zhe accidentally fell under the bridge and drowned. In order to commemorate his filial piety, the town renamed the bridge as Bongtang Bridge and installed a railing for the bridge. ”

"It's just for a bowl of soup, it's not worth it, right?"

"I go to buy soup every day, why don't you learn to boil it yourself?"

This is called filial piety, and the ancients talked about this the most. ”

After listening to the director's story, the tourists couldn't help but talk about it.

A voice interjected/in, with obvious impatience.

Xu Mu: ..................

The courier brother pinched his fingers together and crossed in front of him, and found that under the shade of the tree, a figure was sitting on the railing of the stone bridge, grabbing a branch and beating the bridge railing to vent his anger.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a branch swaying in the wind.

The corner of the courier brother's mouth twitched silently, died from buying roast chicken or soup, is the difference really so big?

The man was dressed in a water-blue robe, his skin was as white as jade, his cheeks were puffed, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he did not look like a carpenter doing handiwork. But listening to his tone, he seems to be the Chen Zhe who drowned in the water that the tour guide just said?

Another voice said coldly.

Xu Mu followed the voice and looked over, only to see another black-shirted figure sitting cross-legged on the spine of Song Kee Restaurant, the man with clear eyebrows and a mocking look on his face.

The figure in the blue shirt paused slightly, emphasizing dissatisfaction.

The man in the black shirt shook the hem of his clothes leisurely,

Xu Mu couldn't help but wonder, these two seem to be old friends, and their daily relationship mode seems to hurt each other?

The blue shirt rolled up his sleeves and glared angrily at the guy on the roof, looking like he would start fighting without saying a word, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xu Mu.

He turned his head to look at Xu Mu stiffly, and then moved his gaze back to Song Qi on the ridge of the roof in slow motion, looking at the other party with a panicked face.

Xu Mu: ..................

Not only can you see, but you can also hear.

Song Qi touched his chin and looked at Chen Zhe critically,

Chen Zhe: ..................

Song Qi, you're two hundred and five, this isn't a matter of being neatly dressed at all, okay!

"What, want to eat noodles?" Feng Yuan hung up the phone, stepped over to Xu Mu in two steps, and glanced at the roof of Shiqiao and Song Ji Restaurant casually as he spoke.

"It smells a little hungry. Xu Mu touched his stomach embarrassedly, he ate breakfast at six o'clock, and he was indeed a little hungry at this time.

"Their chicken noodle soup is delicious, go in and try it. Feng Yuan rubbed Xu Mu's head and led him into Song Ji Restaurant. Two years ago, he was also a regular customer of the restaurant.

Chen Zhe, who was stiffened on the stone bridge, was relieved when he saw them walking into the noodle restaurant, and he really thought too much, right?

The layout of the restaurant still retains the style of more than 100 years ago, but the pillars of the restaurant are covered with two-inch Polaroid photos, adding a modern touch.

Next to Xu Mu and Feng Yuan's seats is a square wooden pillar, with various photos and messages in black pens.

Some slapped a bowl of chicken noodle soup with the words, "The best chicken noodle soup in the world." ”

Some are selfies of beautiful women, "Nothing is more soothing than a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup." ”

"You can't eat chicken noodle soup every day, not because you live elsewhere, but because you don't have the person who buys noodles for you every day." ”

Feng Yuan looked at the menu, and Xu Mu enjoyed the unique scenery on the pillar with relish. The messages range from foodie confessions that look like chicken soup for the soul to arsenic for the soul.

He was looking at it vigorously, Feng Yuan suddenly patted his arm with the menu, "Don't look at it, what else do you want to eat besides noodles?"

Xu Mu had to sit down obediently, holding the menu and symbolically ordering two side dishes.

After eating and drinking, Xu Mu and Feng Yuan went out to continue their walk, and their next target was the Furniture Museum at No. 4 Zhufu Lane.

Feng Yuan, who was walking behind, silently glanced at the pillar that Xu Mufang was staring at, raised his hand to pull down a photo from it, and quietly put it into his trouser pocket.

The collection in the furniture museum is more complete than Xu Mu imagined, and the whole museum is very careful to collect the representative furniture or imitations of each era into a district exhibition in the order of the change of the times.

Of course, many of these things are imitations, such as the figurines and tables that were the beginning of the table case, the bronze ban that was the beginning of the cabinet, and the folding bed of the Warring States period. But this does not affect most people to appreciate and learn the history of furniture, including the courier brother.

Xu Mu looked at it and dragged Feng Yuan to discuss, such as the utensils of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the hierarchy was strict, and the tattoos were majestic and solemn. The main features of furniture in the Spring and Autumn Period are lacquer and painted lacquer, mainly on black ground, with colored patterns such as red, green, gold, silver, etc., the main patterns of furniture in the Han Dynasty are cloud patterns and animal patterns, and there are also story themes such as promoting filial piety and righteousness. The furniture of the Tang Dynasty not only turned into gorgeous, but also began to be popular with luodian, carving, flat gold and silver and other crafts, but also the transition period for the Chinese people to change from sitting on the ground to hanging feet, and high and low furniture coexisted.

When they walked to a lamp-hung chair in the Ming Dynasty, the corners of Xu Mu's mouth twitched.

The legs and brains of this lamp hanging chair are round materials, the high backrest is straight, the two ends of the brain are slightly upturned, the curvature is small, the front legs are inlaid with the pot door ticket mouth, and the teeth that strengthen the sense of stability are also supported under the foot, the whole chair is beautiful, the shape is simple, and the craftsmanship is very exquisite.

However, on this well-crafted Ming Dynasty lamp hanging chair, there is a figure in a black shirt sitting at the moment, which is Song Qi that Xu Mu saw on the roof of the restaurant.

Song Qi crossed his arms, raised his head to look at Xu Mu, and stared at him wide-eyed.

Xu Mu was hesitating to answer, and Feng Yuan had already put his arm around his shoulders and walked towards the Huanghuali circle chair next to him.

Song Qi was not in a hurry, and followed to the circle chair step by step, and continued to stare at Xu Mu with burning eyes.

Xu Mu sighed and glanced up at Feng Yuan.

The male god's heroic eyebrows were slightly raised, what, do you want to deal with him?

Xu Mu patted the back of Feng Yuan's hand comfortingly, and when he saw that there was no one around, he said to Song Qi, "What do you want me to help you?"

Song Qi looked at Xu Mu in astonishment.

Xu Mu: ..................

Dare you, were you lying to me just now?

Xu Mu shrugged his shoulders, "Then is there anything wrong with you?"

Song Qi hurriedly straightened his expression and knelt down at Xu Mu's feet,

Xu Mu looked at him, "What about you, why don't you go and reincarnate?"

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