When it comes to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, people often think of the clear background like ink paintings, the continuous ripple river, and the small courtyards with white walls and black tiles. :。

It is the memory of the old town that stays in the poetry and painting of the south of the Yangtze River, but in the process of modernization, there is not much left of such an old town. The bluestone paved laneway has been turned into a straight and flat 'mixed' concrete road, and the Wupeng boat has long been replaced by a beetle-like car.

If you want to find some traces of Jiangnan, you can only go to those parks or scenic spots set up for tourists. Or maybe it's the only status symbol that survives in a similar metropolis!

On this day, a 'girl' child in a white dress and a plain skirt rode a bicycle along the riverside path. The park's 'gatekeeper' had been waiting there for a long time, and when he saw her coming, he opened the big 'door' with a smile.

The 'girl' got out of the car and bowed politely. The white 'jade' finger gently brushed away the long hair, teased behind the ear, and 'revealed' the 'fine' face that made the hundred 'flowers' lose their 'color', the cold eyebrows, and the faint sadness, which made people feel pity but did not dare to approach. Needless to say, this is Duan Xueqing, who has been away from Yangcheng for a long time.

After Duan Xueqing returned to her hometown, she did not continue to look for a job, but stayed at home. Duan's mother saw the 'daughter's emotional injury, she didn't ask more, and gave time and space for the 'daughter' to figure it out slowly.

After Duan Xueqing came back, her favorite thing to do was to come to the old park near her home to read a book. For months, rain or shine, she rode her old Phoenix bicycle unstoppably.

There is a teahouse near the river in the park, an old-style teahouse, and a large bowl of tea on the table of eight immortals, but because there are the older generation of Shao opera masters stationed in the museum, it has attracted many local guests, and some tourists will come here, so the teahouse is often full, and even a seat can not be found!

However, Duan Xueqing was not worried about not having a place. Because this teahouse is also opened by their family, there is a box by the river in it that is always reserved for her.

There is a faint sandalwood in the box, which is not as strong as ordinary incense, and even the mellow aroma of tea cannot be concealed, but it is silent, diffused in the box, which makes people feel refreshed. The soaring light smoke dotted the simple calligraphy and paintings on the wall, making people feel like they had returned to the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty when they met friends with poetry.

Without the service of others, Duan Xueqing boiled water to make tea by herself, then sat on the window lattice of Wangjiang, turned the pages, followed the ivory bookmark to find the place where she read last time, took a sip of tea, and continued to read.

Duan Xueqing brought a few books, all of which were of completely different types. Next to it, there is a new domestic romance, one is the English version of the German writer Kafka's work "Metamorphosis", and the other is the original Spanish book Fernand? Caballero's The Seagull.

The book she is holding in her hand is a translation theory book, which introduces the more mainstream functional translation theory in China, and the author is unique, it is her dean, Yang Guo's current mentor Chen Zongdai! Reading this book, Duan Xueqing's mood was not calm, which could be seen from her slightly trembling hands.

It's also not easy to forget someone you've had a crush on for a few years. Duan Xueqing left Yangcheng for a few months, and did not take the initiative to contact Yang Guo again, only Yang Guo called her a few times, and no longer paid attention to Yang Guo's Weibo, but that person seemed to be deeply rooted in her heart, and jumped out from time to time to disturb her calm thoughts.

When reading a book on translation theory, Duan Xueqing would think of Yang Guo, and at that time, she would not know where to use her sadness and sorrow, which was very uncomfortable and helpless.

Duan Xueqing was actually a little self-inflicted, she could have dropped these books and didn't think about them anymore, but she was reluctant, as if she was addicted to masochism, she had to pick up and read two pages every day, and let the throbbing pain like an electric shock spread all over her body.

Unconsciously, just like the 'bright' red plum 'flowers' blooming in the snow-capped world, Duan Xueqing's snow-white skin was flushed, and her eyes were also slightly red, and her originally ethereal and beautiful eyes were 'covered' with a thin mist.

"Hey!" Suddenly, a clear call came from outside the window, interrupting Duan Xueqing's distraction.

Duan Xueqing hurriedly 'rubbed' her eyes, gently wiped away the tears with the slender ring finger of her left hand, and looked out the window. Outside, there was a tall figure, standing on the embankment by the river, waving to her.

It's that man! Duan Xueqing looked at him with some astonishment.

The man in the black 'colored' casual shirt Duan Xueqing had seen it. Two days ago, Duan Xueqing was sitting in the box reading a book, and he broke in by mistake because he made a mistake.

Although he was a little frightened, his good cultivation and polite apology still left a good impression on Duan Xueqing. The man didn't dwell too much, and he didn't even deliberately ask for contact information because of Duan Xueqing's beauty, and after apologizing, he withdrew.

Duan Xueqing's memory is very good, and even if her memory is not good, she usually doesn't know a few people, she still remembers this reckless but polite man. Therefore, when she turned her head to look out the window, Duan Xueqing recognized him at a glance.

However, Duan Xueqing's surprise was not because she recognized him. The place where the man stood was actually rarely visited, because behind the teahouse was all bushes, and beyond that there was a wide river. The only place to stay is the narrow embankment. It's just that it can land, because it's less than a foot wide, and if you're not careful, it's very likely to fall into the water.

"Don't stand there, it's dangerous!" Duan Xueqing waved her hand at him anxiously, and then motioned for him to come down from the embankment.

I saw that the man was very happy to see Duan Xueqing waving at her, he didn't know if he understood Duan Xueqing's gesture, he made an oK gesture to Duan Xueqing from a distance, and then moved down the embankment, trotted all the way, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Duan Xueqing looked a little inexplicable, but she was originally very cold and didn't care, she turned her head, she put down the translation theory book in her hand, picked up the original Spanish book "The Seagull" on the top, and quietly flipped through it.

After a few minutes, there was a sudden commotion outside the 'door'.

"Sir, this is a 'private' box, you can't go in!" The voice of the teahouse waiter came in.

"I know," a gentle male voice with a slight magnetic 'sex' also sounded, "Hehe, don't worry, I know the owner inside, she asked me to come." Well, otherwise, you open the 'door' and ask, if not, I will leave without saying a word, and I will definitely not trouble you, don't worry! ”

Although he is not necessarily a local, he should also be from Jiangnan, and Wu Nong's accent is very pure, and he sounds very kind and not abrupt. The deliberately lowered voice seemed to be worried about disturbing the silence of the box, and he was as polite as he was.

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