Chapter 355 The Road to Fortune in the Bankrupt Qinglou (57)
I saw a boat passing through the bridges, a man dressed as a peasant rowing the boat, and another woman lying on the boat with a big grin.
The rowers didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, so they slowly followed the current and savored something.
I saw pedestrians on both sides of the strait, white walls and gray tiles, contrasting with each other;
Watching the boats coming and going in the water, the shore is blue, and the reflection is about to be.
Occasionally, the oars are rested, and the boat flutters lightly, like a kite, plucking the heartstrings of Lurao.
After a while, however, it began to rain, but it was very common in this place, and the man held an umbrella over the woman's head.
It was raining, everything was hazy, and I felt that my body was floating in the clouds, and my dreams were around the pillow, and I only felt that the two of them on the bed were like immortals in the clouds and mist.
"It's raining again!" Nuan Jiu looked at the scenery in the distance, frowned, and glanced at the person beside him, "How can you raise such a fox with such a warm atmosphere in your Jiangnan water town!" ”
Looking at it from afar, I can only see the sparkling waves of a river, the clear river water reflects the water town with black tiles and white walls, and a few bent willows dot it.
The distant mountains are like daisies, the rivers are the same color, and the light and quiet Jiangnan style jumps on the paper.
Even Nuan Jiu could see the ancestral hall built for Chen Sixing here, "It's not dead yet!" Just build a place like this! ”
Nuan Jiu couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
After the rain, the whole town is painted in ink.
The long-painted boat is an ink-colored top, a dark edge, and the black canopy is glowing with a faint smoke black, winding in circles and ripples on the flowing water.
Nuan Jiu and Chen Sixing had already disembarked and walked slowly on the street with an umbrella.
"Is this your hometown? Didn't you tell me I forgot? Nuan Jiu looked at the surrounding atmosphere and glanced at Chen Sixing.
Chen Sixing listened to Nuan Jiu and smiled slightly, looked at the umbrella in his hand and said nothing.
Nuan Jiu also began to make a fuss here, she would put the umbrella on her shoulder for a while, or turn around with the handle of the umbrella, watch an umbrella raindrops fly away, happily fall on the flowers and leaves and grass stems, and find a place to go by herself, leisurely.
Chen Sixing followed slowly behind her, the ancient city of the water town, there are many old streets and alleys, and these still quiet boundaries are mostly white walls and black tiles, which are tranquil.........
Is it in memory?
Right!
In the smoke and rain, it is still Jiangnan, vague, clear, dreams are broken, it is still Jiangnan, and it is still the shallow mourning of Jiangnan in memory.
Remembering Jiangnan, the memory is a little blurry, the town in Jiangnan is still shrouded in a thin rain and fog, and the curling smoke slowly rises from the house not far away, looking at the Nuan Jiu who is playing in front of him, some unexpected warmth, slowly rising in the heart.
Nuan Jiu had enough of the fuss here, so he returned to Chen Sixing's side, "Look at it so seriously, but what will the Prime Minister eat for dinner tonight!" It's raining, but there's no one to sell vegetables! ”
Chen Sixing shook his head helplessly when he heard Nuan Jiu so helplessly, and glanced at Nuan Jiu, who was a little red on his tossed face, "Someone in the house sent it." ”
"Oh! I forgot! Hearing Chen Sixing, Nuan Jiu took the first step into the house, and the guard at the door saw that it was Nuan Jiu and hurriedly spoke respectfully.
But Nuan Jiu had already gone in.
Chen Sixing looked at this chronic child who didn't bubble out in the water town, and couldn't help but shake his head, and also went in: "Hurry up, you won't be able to eat!" ”
And inside or outside the house, you can still hear and listen to the original Wu Yue folk songs of the boat lady, and the more you sing, the farther and farther!