Today's second update. The problem of the network makes me very entangled. So the update was late, sorry!

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Along the Willow River, Shui Qing rode slowly. The backpack behind him is stiff, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

Thinking back to just now, Yun Yun's mother didn't say a word, took out 3,000, stuffed it into the water green bag, and said that this is the first batch of money, if it sells well, give her a commission, and a written agreement will be involved. set a time for her to hand over the picture, and Yunyun's mother hurriedly went out to contact the manufacturer.

Yunyun hugged her gratefully, saying that she hadn't seen her mother so energetic for a long time, and said thank you dozens of times.

Shui Qing knew very well that the kind-hearted Yunyun rarely committed treacherous acts, and she just wanted to cheer up her mother.

The green willows on the embankment, the sunshine from the top down, and the sparkling waves from the bottom up, are intertwined between the willow leaves and branches, intertwined between the snow stones of the white embankment, and intertwined between the butterflies and flowers. Just like a shuttle machine, it keeps going back and forth, achieving a splendid weaving painting in the south of the Yangtze River.

She got out of the car and pushed forward, oblivious to the view of the riverbank, unaware that she had missed the turn. Until a never-before-seen building blocked her way, she had to stop.

Carved windows, mahogany columns, flying dragon horns, perched swallow eaves, a mocking beast despises all kinds of states in the world. There are three words on the plaque at the main entrance: Yongchun Pavilion. This circular two-story building is antique, which fills her with affection.

Shui Qing looked around, not familiar. Look at the street sign again, it should be south of the city. When I was a child, I fell in love with my family, and I never even came to the south of the city. I really don't know the courage I took it, and I flew 9,000 kilometers at once.

Yongchun Pavilion? She looked inside, where several uniformed men were laying tablecloths for the crimson wooden table. It should be a big restaurant, she thought about turning back, but she saw a few pots of small flowers rolling down the outside of the flower bed, so she reached out and tidied it up.

"Now that you're here, you can come in and have a cup of tea." A vigorous voice came from inside the door.

Shui Qing didn't see anyone left and right.

"That's you, little girl." Hehe, the laughter is kind.

Shui Qing hesitated and began to analyze the possibility that this was a black shop. The light inside is quite bright, and the decoration seems to be very stylish, and it doesn't look like it. But the more it doesn't look like it, the more likely it is. She took a half step back.

Yun Chuan sat at the table by the window and drank tea. Seeing this girl walking over leisurely, he found that Yongchun Pavilion had no hidden appreciation in his inky eyes, and he could carefully hold the flower pot, which was really good for his spleen. The antique building also attracted the attention of the child, and his vanity inflated himself. Gotta call out that flattering guy and show him what true connoisseurship is.

However, his invitation was warm and friendly, how could the little girl walk backwards? By the way, the little girl doesn't like to drink tea, so he quickly opened the cage drawers in front of him one by one, fanned the wind with his hands, and floated out silently.

Shui Qing was about to take the next half step back, and when he was about to slip away in one go, he smelled the fragrance floating in the air. Fragrant rice noodles, mouth-watering seafood, hot steamed pork, and juicy phoenix feet are the long-lost Cantonese morning tea.

"You can also eat snacks." Yun Chuan thought that if he couldn't do it this time, he would let that guy out, and he heard his daughter-in-law say that he was a heartthrob.

Shui Qing does not retreat but advances. There is courage to eat and drink, she really wants to eat shrimp dumplings. When she got inside, there were more than a dozen tables of guests, and she was a little relieved.

"Little girl, I am the one who invited you." The voice belonged to a white-bearded, spirited grandfather.

There were several cages on the table, and the smell was so fragrant that she only felt hungry.

"Grandpa, some criminal activities, using a drug, put it in food, or take a handkerchief and wave it, you can make the other party delirious, and cheat the valuable things on your body, not to mention, but also take them home, and sweep the whole house. I've heard about it. Shui Qing sat opposite his grandfather, looking at his face, he was a very good person.

Hehe, Yunchuan Yile, beckoned the little guy, "Xiao Zhang, tell the child, who am I." "The child is cautious, but smart.

"This is the owner of our Yongchun Pavilion, Grandpa Yunchuan." Xiao Zhang said truthfully.

"I promise it, I believe it." It turned out to be the boss, seeing that he was wearing a Tang suit, and he was fairy, "However, AA system." ”

"Okay, just AA system." Interesting little girl, Yun Chuan was not reluctant, "You can eat it now, right?" ”

Shui Qing ate a shrimp dumpling, elastic shrimp meat, delicious filling, hot, belly, so down-to-earth.

"Why did you invite me, you don't know me." When he finished eating, Shui Qing asked.

"Look at you." Closed the edges of the eyes.

It is touching that in this era, there is still a pure fate between people.

"Are you going to go bankrupt?" Please eat at every meeting.

"No, it won't. After the opening, I invited them once, and they asked each to pay the bill. Yun Chuan poured a cup of tea for Shui Qing, "These snacks are greasy, take a sip of tea, and remove the oil." ”

Shui Qing has always liked green tea, and the first product turned out to be a first-class tea, with a slight astringency in the mouth, a sweet tongue, and a deep aroma.

"It's really good tea." She praised.

"Yongchun tea, the secret recipe for eternal youth." Grandpa Yunchuan said happily, "It is produced in my own yard, and it is not sold in other places." Although you are young, you know a lot. ”

Shui Qing can't say that he has been drinking tea for many years, so he laughed it off.

After a while, a group of acquaintances came, and Yun Chuan personally greeted him upstairs, and at the same time instructed Xiao Zhang to take care of Shui Qing just now.

Shui Qing finished eating snacks and drinking tea, finished admiring every ink painting in the lobby, asked the direction of the bathroom, and walked into the corridor.

The Yongchun Pavilion is a Tianzi structure, with a circle of square houses, and a garden and an open-air café in the middle. The front and back face the garden, and there are glass doors and windows on all sides. Three sides can face each other, except for a row of white curtains drawn in the back, blocking the view.

Shui Qing walked to the end of the porch on the left, but didn't see the bathroom. There was a sliding door in front of her, hidden, maybe inside, and she stepped on the wooden steps and pulled open the door. Because the window is open, the wind blows the white curtains. Where the wind chimes are hung, ding-ding-ding——, seizes the summer leisure. Unlike the exaggerated antique style of the front, the atmosphere here has the comfort of home, and the design has a sense of fashion beyond this small town.

In foreign countries, many shops are popular for upper and lower bunks. Could it be that he broke into Grandpa Yunchuan's house? Shui Qing wanted to quit, but heard a banging sound. It was very close, and she was curious to probe inside.

There is a small backyard there, against the courtyard wall, planted with rows of small flowers and plants, and a tall and stout osmanthus tree in the corner. However, it was not Xia Yi Shengsheng who attracted Shui Qing, but a person in the courtyard. A young man beating a stake man.

He was shirtless, with his back to her, and he was practicing his fists with a stake. Although in the shade of the trees, the sweat soaked the white vest and stuck to the body, outlining a beautiful muscle texture. Shui Qing is a layman, but he feels that he is fighting like rain, as if he is venting his anger. I was covered in sweat, and I didn't wipe it. The arm was swung out, and when it touched the stake, beads of sweat flew in the silky light, shining like diamonds. The short black hair was also soaked, and the jade-colored skin slid down the neck and was absorbed by the clothing.

This person, just looking at the upright back, shines brightly, as if the sun is blazing.

“Who’sthere?”

The mellow London sound of the viola, but like the strings, breaks through the air.