After the eighth day of the first lunar month, Li Xiaotong's family took Yang Xiuwen to see the façade.

A few years ago, they were optimistic about one place, which was originally a tertiary production of the Food Bureau, a steamed bun shop, which was stopped last year.

The location is good, not far from the drum tower, an independent house, about sixty or seventy square meters.

An officer of the grain bureau opened the door, and the ground was full of powder, and a stack of large steamers was placed on a large cauldron, with mildew spots, and blackened steamer cloth hung in the corner of the wall, emitting a burst of rancid smell.

The staff of the Food Bureau said: "This is the third production in the bureau, and it does not belong to public property, otherwise, I would not dare to sell it." ”

Yang Xiuwen thinks it's not bad, the water and water are ready-made, just redecorate it.

I invited the staff to the Juke Building, had a meal, and gave a few bottles of good wine and two cigarettes.

After the operation, the original 60,000 yuan house was negotiated to 55,000, and the transfer was completed in three days.

Holding the house book and the key, Dad Li sighed with emotion, and said to Yang Xiuwen, "Xiuwen, why are you so sophisticated in this world, who did you learn from?" ”

He replied with a smile: "If you are a sociologist and mix in society, can you do it without studying?" ”

Dad Li patted him on the shoulder and said, "I've suffered you in the past two years." ”

According to the layout of the store, Yang Xiuwen designed a more classic 21st century noodle shop drawing for Li's father, the back hall and the front hall are separated by a large area of glass, and the tables are all logs, simple and atmospheric, and the name of the store is [Liu's Mutton Noodle Restaurant].

After finishing Li Xiaotong's shop, he wrote some calligraphy and paintings in his shop, carved some ornaments and pendants. Years ago, the calligraphy, paintings and pendants in the store were almost sold.

Because there is no spirit stone, the speed of cultivation has returned to the beginning, the gold and water in the five elements have not improved, and the south is full of trees and rivers in all seasons, which should be helpful for cultivation.

Master Chen Zhiwu took his sister to Hangzhou after the eighth day of the first month, and he promised to go to Hangzhou to meet him, and school will start in ten days, and it is time to leave Hangzhou.

After handing over the store to Cao Guoqing, he went to Zhou Xingwen's store to say goodbye, went home and began to pack his things, but Li Xiaotong and Zhang Peng also went after they found out.

So the next day, under the reluctant eyes of Dad Li and Aunt Liu, the three of them stepped on the bus to the station.

From Xi'an to Hangzhou, there is no direct train, you need to change to a train to Jiangsu and Zhejiang in Shanghai.

Three days later, the three of them stood on the streets of Hangzhou, the sky was overcast and it was raining lightly, which made Li Xiaotong and Zhang Peng, who had lived in the north since childhood, very uncomfortable.

Yang Xiuwen didn't care, with his five-layer Qi cultivation realm, the difference in the climate between the north and the south couldn't affect him.

When he set off, he told Li and Zhang that the winter here is cold and humid, although it is only minus two or three degrees, and the northerners will feel colder than the north when they first come.

Seeing that the two of them were wearing down jackets, with their necks shrunch, holding an oil-paper umbrella bought at the station, it was very funny, so they smiled and said, "Let's go." ”

I called two rickshaws on the side of the road, saying that they were rickshaws, but they were actually black. He sat in one with the girl, and Zhang Peng was alone, and told the master to go to the Xizi Hotel by the West Lake.

Watching the pedaling master wearing a hat made of palm bark and a robe, trying to move forward in the drizzle, reminded him of the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's Dingfeng [Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. 】

Oh, yes! How to face their own life, everyone's choice is different, and how many people can live a chic life like a poet.

He closed his eyes and carefully felt the aura in the environment, there was indeed a lot of water and wood aura here.

At this time, he felt that Li Xiaotong was drilling into his arms, and immediately understood that she felt cold.

Stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, stuffed her cold hands into his warm arms and said, "Although it is damp and cold here, this is the favorite Suzhou and Hangzhou of literati and ink writers. ”

Li Xiaotong stroked his warm chest with the hand in his arms and said, "I didn't have the heart to think about these poetic feelings, I just wanted to hurry up to the hotel, it's really cold!" Yang Xiuwen hugged her into his arms again.

Looking up at the drizzly hazy road ahead, he said to himself, "Yes, people only find beauty when they are in a good mood, and the ancient poets probably did the same!" ”

After arriving at the hotel, Yang Xiuwen opened two rooms. After entering the guest room, Li and Zhang were dumbfounded, there was no heating in the room, it was a little warmer than the street, how could this be?

It wasn't until I went to the restaurant and ate a bowl of soup rice cakes that I was relieved. Zhang Peng wrapped the down jacket on his body tightly and said, "The people here are too difficult, the book says that there is heaven, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below, don't you fool us northerners?" The gap in my heart is too big. ”

Yang Xiuwen was amused by him, pointed at him and said: "Pengzi, don't talk nonsense, the southerners have long adapted to the climate here, you see the people on the street, they don't wear much, and I don't see any of them shivering from the cold." The most powerful thing is that in the countryside their house is never closed during the day, and if the sun comes out, it is warmer outside than inside.

So, it's the northerners who really don't fit in... ”