It wasn't until someone dropped the tableware in the next seat and made a "thump" sound that Mu Qingcheng suddenly turned his gaze away.

"I'm full, so I won't bother you." Yang Xirou witnessed their eyebrows and flirted, and planned to leave with interest.

But Cheng Yijie kept her. "You keep talking, I found the content of this book quite interesting, and I want to read it again."

Cheng Yijie returned to reading, and Yang Xirou also stayed and chatted with Mu Qingcheng.

Cheng Yijie made an important discovery in the book "Traveling with Love": the couple specifically mentioned in the preface that Mi Lan is a northerner, but she has a soft spot for the small bridges and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and when she traveled to Wuzhen four years ago, she met and met him in front of the cake shop opened by Anle's family, and fell in love. The first travelogue included in the book, "Lost in Wuzhen", was written specifically to commemorate their experience. Since then, the two have arranged to travel together several times a year, and have been to many places at home and abroad, and last year they held a wedding in Xilin, and after the marriage, they went to Europe for their honeymoon.

Anle's hometown is Wuzhen, and the murdered Chen Jie and Xie Yunhong are also from Wuzhen. In addition, the couple likes to travel so much, Shan Xiang also said that in order to go out to travel, sometimes the café will not open for ten days and half a month. They can't even do business for the sake of tourism, not to mention that they hope to publish more travelogues in the future. Marriage shouldn't be a reason for the two to stop traveling, so what made them stop traveling suddenly?

Cheng Yijie immediately made a decision. "Little Orange, let's leave early tomorrow morning and go to Wuzhen for two days, how about it?"

"Why do you suddenly want to go to Wuzhen to play?" Mu Qingcheng was surprised.

"When I saw this article "Lost in Wuzhen" in the book, I suddenly became very interested." Cheng Yijie concealed his true intentions, "It only takes more than an hour to drive, and it is very convenient to go back and forth." ”

"Go, I've been to Wuzhen, I like that place so much." Yang Xirou encouraged on the side, "The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the small bridges and flowing water, you will definitely like it." ”

Mu Qingcheng was already excited, she had longed for the four ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, Wuzhen, Zhouzhuang, Tongli, and Mudu, but she had never had the opportunity to go. Now that the opportunity has suddenly come, it is a trip with Cheng Yijie again, which is really worth looking forward to. She said yes without much thought.

When the three of them left the café, it was already half past ten in the evening, and Yang Xirou drove back by herself. Cheng Yijie sent Mu Qingcheng back to the dormitory and agreed to pick her up at half past six the next morning.

Mu Qingcheng actually lost sleep because he was so excited that he dozed off all the way the next day. By the time she came to her senses, the car had already arrived in Wuzhen.

Cheng Yijie and Mu Qingcheng both feel that only by living in the homes of local residents can they truly feel the folk customs of Wuzhen. Wuzhen prohibits residents in the scenic area from providing accommodation for tourists, reportedly because the so-called inns inside are operating without licenses. But there are still residents who secretly "pick up customers", and there are also many tourists who are willing to stay secretly, just like the two of them. Cheng Yijie contacted a local relative of hers through Xia Mo, an aunt surnamed Zhang, whose home is in the Dongzha Scenic Area of Wuzhen. After Cheng Yijie and Mu Qingcheng arrived, Aunt Zhang was already waiting at the parking lot.

It was still early, and the aunt said that the suitcase could not be blatantly pulled into the scenic spot, so she took the two of them to her daughter's house nearby, and sent the suitcase there so that they could go to the scenic spot first, and she would find a car later and pull the suitcase in after wrapping it in cloth.

The two left their suitcases behind and wandered around the alleys outside the scenic area first. A small shop sells clothing made from local blue calico, and Wuzhen is one of the origins of blue calico. Cheng Yijie asked the price, one set was only 52 yuan, and he didn't ask Mu Qingcheng's opinion, so he paid for a set and asked her to replace it. "The quality of the clothes does not lie in the price, blue calico, I think it is similar to blue and white porcelain, blue and white, no dazzling colors, but plain and elegant, like you, has a unique natural charm, noble and refined."

Such a cultured evaluation made Mu Qingcheng feel that if he didn't change it, it would seem that he was uneducated. So she changed into the blue calico dress and headscarf, she didn't know how to bandage the headscarf, or Cheng Yijie tied it for her by herself, of course, he inevitably took advantage of him again, he played with her soft and flowing hair, there was a fragrance floating in the air, he lowered his head and approached, she just turned her head, the soft cherry lips brushed his lips impartially, she pretended to be calm and wanted to turn back, as if nothing had happened, but he deliberately wrapped his fingers around her hair, she had to look up to face him because of the pain, He took the opportunity to drop a kiss on her lips.

The store space is very small, and every move of the two, the eldest sister who sells clothes sees it all, and finally can't help it at this moment and laughs out loud. "You little couple are so affectionate, it's so enviable."

"He's boring." Coming to a strange place, in the face of strange people, Mu Qingcheng was more open.

"Am I bored?" Cheng Yijie bent down and whispered to her: "Let me show you what is really boring at night." ”

Mu Qingcheng stretched out his hand and pinched him, turned around and walked out of the store. Cheng Yijie wanted to catch up, but found that she had left her changed clothes and pants on the counter, so she asked the eldest sister for a bag and took it away.

Out of the store, he saw the beautiful blue and white figure shuttling lightly in the flow of people, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he quickened his pace, but he was not in a hurry to catch up with her, but deliberately hid himself and secretly observed her.

After a while, Mu Qingcheng couldn't hold her breath and turned around, seeing that Cheng Yijie hadn't caught up, she slowed down, looked back frequently and still didn't see anyone, she was a little annoyed, so she simply entered a noodle restaurant on the side of the road and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles. The small shop building is quaint and tasteful. The uncle shopkeeper accosted: "Little girl, how boring it is to come out to play alone, why don't you call your boyfriend together." ”

Mu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing, and another voice answered for her: "Her boyfriend is here." ”

The uncle laughed dryly and went to work.

Mu Qingcheng raised his head, and Cheng Yijie was already sitting down opposite her, staring at her with raised eyebrows.

She snickered in her heart, but on the surface she pretended to be nothing, pushing the menu in front of him. "I don't know what you like to eat, I didn't give you any order, you can see for yourself."

"Just like you." Cheng Yijie didn't look at the menu either, his eyes only stopped at her face. At first, she boldly met his gaze, but soon she couldn't stand it anymore, her eyes dodged, and she shouted at the shopkeeper: "Boss, have another bowl of Yangchun noodles." ”

As soon as the shopkeeper responded, a female clerk came over with Mu Qingcheng's bowl of noodles, she picked up the chopsticks, and didn't wait for Cheng Yijie, she ate it herself.

Cheng Yijie quietly admired her posture of eating noodles, and the way she ate was very delicate, probably because of the nature of the work of a cultural relics restorer, which determined that she handled everything with care.

Her movements, manners, and temperament are as soft as flowing water. There is also the blue calico dress, which is simple and elegant, without a trace of kitsch. She grew up in Jiangnan, without losing the inherent demure and gentleness of Jiangnan women, coupled with her own outstanding cultivation and temperament, such a dress, as if after the rain new eyes, blue and white, with a floating liveliness, and dignified and delicate, the ultimate expression of Jiangnan charm.

"What are you staring at me all the time?" Mu Qingcheng asked awkwardly.

"It's beautiful and eye-catching." Cheng Yijie replied.

The female clerk who came to deliver the noodles heard their conversation and laughed. "You are a newlywed, last time the son of the owner of the cake shop next door brought his new daughter-in-law here to eat noodles, and it was the same as you, and he couldn't pull it out when he saw it."

"The cake shop next door, is that Lao An cake shop?" When Cheng Yijie passed by just now, he paid special attention to the signboard of the store.

"That's the family, I'm talking about the son of Lao An's family." The female clerk is a middle-aged woman with a local accent.

"Is that daughter-in-law as good-looking as my daughter-in-law?" Cheng Yijie asked with a smile.

"Not as good-looking as your daughter-in-law, but taller than your daughter-in-law, and plumper than your daughter-in-law." The female clerk smiled, "Your little daughter-in-law is so smart, at first glance, she is from the south, and his daughter-in-law is from the north, so it feels completely different, but it is also very good-looking, otherwise how could that kid of Anle be spoiled like a baby." ”

"The Anle you're talking about, I guess we don't know each other." Mu Qingcheng also remembered, "It is mentioned in "Lost in Wuzhen" that his family is a cake shop, is his daughter-in-law called Mi Lan? ”

"It's those two, so you know each other." The female clerk confirmed her guess, "Then I don't need to say more, you probably know more about them than I do." ”

At this time, other customers entered the store, and the female clerk hurried over to greet them.

There were only two people left, each eating noodles quietly.

"You still don't remember, did you forget something?" After a while, Cheng Yijie asked.

"What's that?" Mu Qingcheng couldn't remember it at all.

Cheng Yijie put the bag of clothes and pants on the table. "Fortunately, the owner of that store is a woman, and if it was a man and a fetish, he might have slept with him every night."

Mu Qingcheng was ashamed of her forgetfulness, but she refused to admit defeat: "I think it's you who has a fetish, don't impose your own bad habits on others." ”

"Where do I need a fetish, sleep with clothes in my arms." Cheng Yijie's eyes flashed, "I can't just sleep with someone in my arms." ”

"Hooligans!" Mu Qingcheng snorted and continued to bury his head in eating noodles.

Cheng Yijie smiled sullenly, and also picked a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mouth.

As soon as he finished eating noodles and came out of the noodle restaurant, Cheng Yijie walked into the Lao'an cake shop next door. The traditional famous spot in Wuzhen is the sister-in-law cake. "My sister-in-law has one heart, skillfully makes small shortbreads, white sugar and salt and pepper, glutinous and sweet.

"This is a ballad in praise of my sister-in-law's cake. The shape of the sister-in-law's cake resembles a chess piece cake, which is slightly larger than the chess piece cake, oily but not greasy, sweet and salty.

Cheng Yijie bought several boxes of sister-in-law's cakes, and then began to chat with the little girl who sold the cakes: "Why are you the only one watching the store, and the boss is not there?" ”