Yu Dongqing stayed at the Pu Tea House in Cuncun Village for two days, drinking tea and chatting.

Yang Yixin, the owner of the tea house, is a wonderful person, not only making a good pot of tea, but also all kinds of anecdotes about the tea ceremony.

"Longjing tea and Hupao Spring have their own legends, Longjing tea is related to the Qianlong Emperor, the legend is that when the Emperor Longhuang went down to the south of the Yangtze River, he came to Hangzhou Longjing Shifeng Mountain, to see the villagers picking tea, in order to show the people's feelings, picked a handful of tea, and then returned to the capital and suddenly met the Queen Mother Niangniang sick, the liver fire rose, the eyes were red and swollen, and the stomach was uncomfortable. As a result, I drank Qianlong's tea,

"The redness and swelling are gone, and the stomach is not bloated. The Queen Mother said happily: "The tea leaves in Hangzhou Longjing are really a panacea. "Emperor Qianlong saw that the Queen Mother was so happy, and immediately sent an order to go down and seal the eighteen tea trees in front of Hugong Temple at the foot of Shifeng Mountain in Longjing, Hangzhou, as imperial tea."

For this reason, Qianlong Ye also wrote a poem: "Watching Tea and Singing"

I didn't like picking tea the day before yesterday, so I took the lead to provide the manager of the exhibition;

I love to pick tea today, and Wu Minsheng is diligent and natural.

Qianlong's poems, isn't it

Yang Yixin talked about the origin of Hupao Spring again, and accompanied Yu Dongqing with great interest to visit the nearby Dicuixuan, Jigong Palace, Hupao Dream Spring Statue, Master Hongyi (Li Shutong) Tower and many other scenic spots, very enthusiastic.

The enthusiasm made Yu Dongqing feel a little flattered.

If you are a great poet in ancient times, you will immediately splash ink with your pen and leave a poem, just like Li Bai gave to Wang Lun, but unfortunately you can't write it.

Don't talk about Li Bai, even poems like Qianlong can't do it themselves.

On the morning of the third day, it was drizzling, Yu Dongqing was carrying a travel bag and preparing to leave, no matter how comfortable and leisurely he was, he couldn't stay for a long time, and he couldn't be like a hermit in Zhongnan Mountain, and Yang Yixin was too enthusiastic.

Before leaving, Yu Dongqing also bought two catties of special first-class Longjing before the Qingming Festival in the tea house, and the tea before the Qingming Festival was called "Ming Qian Tea" and the name was "Lotus Heart". ”

Each tea plant only picks one bud, its shape resembles a lotus heart, so it is called "lotus heart" is not expensive, 500 yuan a catty, the other party is almost a free gift.

Yang Yixin also warmly sent off the guests, and said that he was welcome to come to taste tea again this time next year, before leaving, Yu Dongqing always felt that he had something to say but didn't say it, and he was not easy to ask.

Satisfied, he waited for the mountain to go down the mountain, and Yu Dongqing turned on his phone, heh

Missed calls, a lot of WeChat messages.

Yu Dongqing saw that the important information was back, and then got on the bus, he was about to go to West Lake for a walk, and as soon as he sat on the seat, the mobile phone rang, and he saw that Zhang Yang was calling.

This kid is following me.

In fact, Yu Dongqing knew that it was probably said by Yang Yixin, the owner of the tea house.

Sure enough, Yu Dongqing answered the phone, and Zhang Yang said on the phone: "I heard that you are gone?" How were you playing these two days? ”

"It's very comfortable, that friend of yours is very welcoming, I'm a little embarrassed to mess with it."

After listening to Yu Dongqing's words, Zhang Yang laughed on the phone: "He wanted something, but in the end he was embarrassed to open his mouth." ”

"What does he ask of me?" Yu Dongqing was a little surprised when he heard this.

"Let me write a song about tea."

"Make no mistake. Zhang Yang, I know that the ancients asked to write poems, but I haven't heard of those who asked to write songs. Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

"I don't understand this, if you write a very popular song about tea, and then come to a piece of copywriting, on a certain day in Hangzhou's West Lake, Cun Village Pu Tea House, his tea house will not follow the fire?"

Me @#¥¥%......%

Yu Dongqing didn't know what to say for a while.

"Holly, if you can really write a song related to tea, give him a favor, my friend is a very good person."

"He's a wonderful person." Yu Dongqing smiled.

Next year, if there's a chance to come next year, let's talk about it.

"If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi,

Light makeup is always suitable."

The West Lake is very beautiful, and the smoke and rain between the azure colors are even more beautiful, but Yu Dongqing soon regretted it.

As the saying goes, it is better to see the scenery than to listen to the scenery, the scenery is good, but the West Lake is full of tourists, and in addition to the people, slaves, and the public, there is only the bluestone slab that you step on under your feet.

Caught in the crowd, Yu Dongqing suddenly remembered a song about West Lake sung by the band at that time: "West Lake"

There is no longer a nostalgic sunset

There is no more reflected moon

No more intoxicating warm winds

In the blink of an eye, it dissipated in the rainy night

Two hours later, Yu Dongqing couldn't stand it anymore and was about to leave, but it was still early to see the time, and suddenly remembered the West Lake Music Festival not far from here.

Why don't you go shopping? It's okay to be idle anyway.

Also, will Chen Guoguo go?

On the train to Hangzhou, he thought about this problem.

It stands to reason that the girl will not come, now is not the winter and summer vacation, Chengdu is thousands of miles away from Hangzhou.

And he remembered what the girl said: "Uncle, after the music festival, I will go back to Chengdu to be my good girl." ”

But what if, what if, what if it comes?

Yu Dongqing quickened his pace.

This year's West Lake Music Festival is located on the southeast shore of the West Lake, a large park at the Qingbo Gate, and the concert is on the lawn on the west side of the park.

By the time Yu Dongqing rushed over, it was already the last day of the music festival, but it was still crowded, and it was not inferior to the Midi Music Festival.

Dressed in casual sportswear, a mask and a baseball cap, and carrying a backpack, Yu Dongqing wandered through the crowd and listened to the bands singing on stage.

Unlike the rock-based Midi Music Festival, the West Lake Music Festival is more extensive and inclusive, and even a little fresh, mostly men and women, young people are also very fashionable.

Without the sharp shouts of "pogo" at the Midi Music Festival, and without the "diving" of the girls, Yu Dongqing saw many young men and women singing in twos and threes.

Yu Dongqing didn't care about the performance on stage, and his eyes kept searching the crowd.

Suddenly, a petite girl in a small suit appeared in his sight, watching the band perform on stage with her back to him, her body swaying gently to the rhythm, and her short black hair fluttering gently with the breeze.

Chen Guoguo!

Yu Dongqing's heart suddenly beat hard.

He walked over and whispered beside the girl, "Guoguo." ”

The girl quickly turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

Yu Dongqing was immediately disappointed.

The girl is beautiful and cute, but not Chen Guoguo.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Yu Dongqing hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay." The girl is a Wu Nong soft language, which is very good.

Yu Dongqing hurriedly left.

The girl tilted her head and looked at the middle-aged man who was wearing a mask and carrying a backpack and hurriedly left, as if she had seen it somewhere.

When Yu Dongqing's back disappeared into the crowd, the girl suddenly remembered and screamed: "Brother-in-law! Yu Dongqing! ”

When she hurriedly chased after her, Yu Dongqing had disappeared without a trace.

The girl felt very sorry, she didn't expect to get so close to the god, at least take pictures and sign autographs.

Also, who is the girl named Guoguo he shouted at?

The girl is lucky, right? Get to know him.

Yu Dongqing was still wandering around the festival without any purpose, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

Perhaps, I will never see it again in this life.

After returning from Hangzhou, Yu Dongqing began a leisurely and slightly dull life again, and the various divisions of the "Happy Girl" competition are in full swing.

Although Yu Dongqing does not participate in the judging work of the regional competition, as one of the members of the entire judging group, he will also receive the latest news emails from the organizing committee of the competition.

However, Yu Dongqing was too lazy to open it.

If he opens the audition event in the Chengdu Division, he will see a familiar name: Chen Guoguo.

Thank you for the reward of the snow two wolves in Xicheng, and thank you for the monthly tickets of the book friend 20220322150517256 and others

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