"Are these poems really your original?"

Who is talking? Hu Lei and Lu Zhiang turned their heads suspiciously, only to see a pair of old men walking in with each other's arms.

The old lady's kind and gentle smile made Hu Lei think of his grandmother. As for the old man...... At first glance, he is not a particularly easy person to deal with, although he is also smiling, but he always gives people a feeling that he is not smiling.

Since coming to Yucheng Beach, Liu Hongquan's mood is much better than he imagined. How to say it, maybe because it's still early, the beach commercial street and Yucheng beach are very quiet, even if the occasional tourists walk by are taking a lazy and soothing pace, there is not much copper smell that Liu Hongquan does not like.

When he stepped on the soft sand again, a feeling of familiarity with his childhood suddenly came to his heart, a kind of closeness and touching that seemed to have been rooted in the depths of his soul.

At this moment, he felt his eyes moisten a little. In a blink, gently push the reading glasses on the bridge of your nose upward, and then gently wipe away the naughty tears from the corners of your eyes.

Perhaps, over the years, it has really been too stubborn! Although there is no longer that quaint small fishing village, this world has not changed in any way!

"Old man, you're crying!", Sun Guifen stood beside Liu Hongquan, and her wife's expression and movements were all in her eyes. She can clearly feel the change in his wife's mood, and this change is exactly what he wants to see, and he likes to see it.

"I didn't cry. At this moment, Mr. Liu once again showed a little boy's expression.

"I haven't cried yet, my eyes are red!", Sun Guifen covered her mouth and snickered, I don't know why every time she sees her wife like a child, she can't hold back her heart when she wants to tease him!

"I'm squinting in the sand!", Mr. Liu said, straining his neck.

The old couple stepped on the beach and walked slowly, Liu Hongquan looked at the sea in front of him, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, but unconsciously remembered the "Daughter of the Sea" that made him applaud.

As if involuntarily, his thoughts began to stir along the rolling waves towards the distance. In a trance, in the depths of the sea at the end of his sight, there is a tall and mighty dragon boat chopping waves, people on the dragon boat are laughing and singing and dancing, and the cute little beauty is quietly surfacing the water, looking up at the prosperity of human beings, looking forward to the love that belongs to human beings.

"Alas......"

"Why are you sighing again!", Sun Guifen looked at his wife suspiciously.

"Now I believe that the touching story really came from this sea!", Liu Hongquan shook his head and sighed.

"Then you still sigh. Sun Guifen glanced at her wife, "No wonder you have more wrinkles than me." ”

"But I still have a hard time believing that the story could have been written by a child. Liu Hongquan's gaze received from the sea and the sky, "I'm just a pity, what a good story, but it's a pity that the author's character is ......"

"You're ......," Sun Guifen said with a smile, "I still can't change your arbitrary stinky problem! Just like this Yucheng beach, you thought it would become unrecognizable before, but after you came here today, do you really still think so?"

Liu Hongquan was stunned for a moment, and once again seriously looked at the beach and sea in front of him, which was indeed very different from the scene after the demolition in his imagination. If I had known that this was the case, I wouldn't have set foot again in so many years!

But......

"These two things are fundamentally different. Seeing that his wife was about to say something, he shook his head slightly, "Forget it, it's all here, I always want to see it with my own eyes." ”

It didn't take long for a small reddish-brown building surrounded by a quiet small garden to appear in the sight of the old couple.

Sun Guifen's eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed softly, "What a beautiful little garden!"

And Liu Hongquan's eyes were also firmly attracted by this small garden. He felt that the scene in front of him was so dreamy, as if this space had fallen from a fairy tale to reality, which made people see it realistically, but it was like being in a dream.

As mentioned before, Liu Hongquan's dream of old age was to return to Liujia Fishing Village. If you can, plant flowers in front of the hall, vegetables in the back of the house, and a small boat on the beach to go fishing on the sea on a sunny summer day.

All this, Liu Hongquan has fantasized more than once. However, it wasn't until the demolition of Liujia Fishing Village that he never thought about fantasizing about it anymore.

But I didn't expect that just today, the scene I had been thinking about appeared in front of me so abruptly and jumpingly. At this moment, Liu Hongquan's mood was extremely complicated.

He suddenly felt a little envious of the owner of this small courtyard and the people who could live here.

Sun Guifen gently pulled his wife's sleeve, "Old man, is this the pressure that Xiao Shen gave you the address?"

Liu Hongquan nodded stiffly, his thoughts were still on the small courtyard itself. He suddenly thought, after so many years, he is really too stubborn! As long as the heart is beautiful and free, where can he not create the life he wants?

"I suddenly thought that in such a place, maybe I could really cultivate a little girl with such spirituality, but it was not necessarily!"

Since discovering that "Daughter of the Sea" is a second-grade girl's entry, Liu Hongquan's heart has been awkward. Even if I came here in person today, I actually had the intention of cracking down on counterfeiting. However, it was only at this time that the balance in his heart deflected for the first time, and he suddenly thought, maybe what his wife said was right!

Thinking of this, Liu Hongquan took his wife's hand and stepped into the fence gate of the small courtyard, "Let's go, let's go in and have a look!"

"Look, old man, this flower is so beautiful. ”

"Old man, this azalea is so fragrant. ”

"Old man, old man, where do you see there are butterflies!"

From the gate of the small courtyard to the gate of the small shop, it was actually only a very short road, but Liu Hongquan and Sun Guifen felt as if they had walked into a time and space tunnel, traveling through the entire century.

At this moment, the two elderly people who are close to old age seem to have returned to the song-like youth that belonged to them.

In Liu Hongquan's eyes, his wife's full hair turned into green silk in an instant, and she was laughing and dancing among the flowers like a girl, and her skirt was flying. And on her face, the smile was as bright as the day they met, and the flowers in this spring day bloomed together.

Unconsciously, Liu Hongquan felt as if he was back in his youth, so he quietly looked at the elf-like girl, and quietly laughed like a fool.

Just then, a voice came to their ears.

"After all, in the middle of April, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red. ”

Liu Hongquan and Sun Guifeng were stunned at the same time, and then the two looked at each other. This short sentence of poetry makes them experience an indescribable wonderful artistic conception, and this poem is full of good sentences that are difficult to find.

"Old man, where did this poem come from?", Sun Guifen looked at his wife, her eyes full of inquiry.

Liu Hongquan shook his head with a wry smile, "I haven't heard of it either!"

"Huh?", Sun Guifen looked surprised.

Although his wife has a bad temper, he has not said professional knowledge, and there are poems he has not heard?

She was about to speak, but saw her boss raise an index finger and gently shush, and it turned out that the people inside were talking again.

Immediately afterward, after a while, the young man in the room continued to sing two more poems, one for Ju and one for Mei, both of which were rare and good poems, but they were equally unheard of.

At this moment, Liu Hongquan suddenly heard another young man inside ask, "Are these poems really tailor-made?"

Liu Hongquan didn't think about it before he answered, "Are these poems really your original?"

Before the words fell, he led his wife in with a smile on his face.