Located in the west of Xiaoguang City, in Wei Jiliang's rendering, Wen Mianmian has always imagined this place as a wide lake, with a forest of painted boats, reflections of water waves, and a river full of fat powder on the lake.

When she arrived in person, she found that this was a street called Jushang.

The so-called Weilan Lake is actually a tributary of Xiaobo Lake, which runs through the city, and the literati and artists gave it a nickname - Weilan Lake.

Wei Jiliang introduced her with great interest, "This is the most lively and prosperous place in Xiaoguang City, where there are many merchants, teahouses, and bustling. ”

"The 12 painting boats came from behind, and the painting boats came back at night to pick up customers, and they all have small buildings on this street, and they live in small buildings during the day."

"Look, those are the boats."

Wen Mianmian looked in the direction of his finger, and saw twelve boats of the same size and different costumes parked on the lake, these boats made the appearance of a house, about the size of a house, very exquisite.

"Can these boats row?"

"Of course."

Wei Jiliang continued: "At night, the lanterns outside the boat are lit, and when it is time for them to pick up the guests, those guests have already lined up, and after getting on the boat, there will be a boatman who will slowly paddle the boat on the lake. ”

"It's still early, let's find a teahouse to sit and wait, and at night you will know how beautiful this street is, especially the sound of the piano or pipa in the painting boats, even if you stand by the lake, you feel beautiful."

Wen Mianmian was interested, and pointed to the teahouse in front, "That's it." ”

The teahouse is called the Observation Tower, but it is very appropriate, as soon as he entered the door, the guy recognized Wei Liangji, and greeted him with a smile on his face, "Wei Gongzi, you are here, there is a private room on the second floor that can see the lake." ”

A piece of broken silver was thrown over, "Lead the way." ”

After winning the reward, the guy was even more eager, and led the two upstairs, "You two sit down first, and the little one will go and prepare tea and snacks." ”

Wen Mianmian looked out the window, the surface of the Weilan Lake was sparkling, and the flowers and plants on both sides of the bank were luxuriant, just sitting like this also made people feel lazy, and looked at Wei Jiliang meaningfully, "You are really enjoying your life this day." ”

Wei Jiliang smiled, and suddenly said, "If it's possible, I'd rather gallop around the field like Brother Ling Xiao." ”

"You may not believe it, but when we first arrived in Jiangnan, we were not used to everything here."

Wen Mianmian hooked his lips and smiled, and said in his tone: "You may not believe it, I was not used to many things earlier. ”

So far, she hasn't been able to adapt very well, such as someone kneeling with her at every turn, or she has to kneel at every turn.

I don't like to say anything with other people's thoughts, and a sentence has to be interpreted into several meanings.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've chatted freely.

The guy brought tea and snacks, and Wei Jiliang poured tea in a pot, "My mother said that you are a seedling puller, and you are still a girl, so you will be forced to mix with Mrs. Heap." ”

Wen Mianmian pinched a piece and looked at it worriedly, "Aunt Wei is right, it's uncomfortable." ”

She is only fifteen years old, and she has to fight wits and courage with those ladies in their thirties and forties, which is really difficult.

Hey, sure enough, people can't be quiet, and if they calm down, it's easy to be sad.

Wei Jiliang hurriedly stopped her, "I just said it casually, don't take it seriously, just your current husband is handsome and golden, and you don't deserve to sigh if you want to live like this." ”

"Listen to my mother say that Grandpa Wen is different now? Tell me what's going on? ”

In Wei Jiliang's heart, Old Man Wen is so powerful, he can cry more than a little girl, and he looks like a little daughter-in-law, and he can make Uncle Wen angry half to death without saying a word.

How can a person who has been pustuated all his life stand up?

It's weird.

The topic changed too quickly, and he was still worried that Chinese Mianmian was forced to cheer up, brought himself a sip of tea, and talked about his grandfather.

At this moment in Kyoto, the Danqing meeting activity that has lasted for more than a month is continuing, and after the first two rounds, now each group can continue to wave ink is the best.

The more famous they are, the more reluctant they are to participate in this activity, for fear that their wings will be damaged, but the pigment ultramarine is too tempting, and there is no one who is good at danqing who does not want it.

Mr. Wen has been very busy recently, he has to be responsible for the affairs of the newspaper, and he has to find time to paint, so it can be said that he is busy from the dawn of the day to the middle of the day every day.

Now it is not easy for even Old Madam Wen to say a few more words to him.

In the Kyoto Art Society, one by one the scrolls are unfolded one after another, for people to enjoy at will, as the old man Wen who suddenly appeared this time, many people stand in front of his paintings to watch carefully.

"Mr. Wen's painting is like flowing clouds and flowing water around the clouds, and the mountains of Zhanhanhai are still beautiful, which is really brilliant."

"I heard that Mr. Wen is especially good at characters, and he is also handy at painting scenes if he doesn't want to."

"The last one is a painting of people, which really makes me look forward to it."

For these people's beautiful words, Old Man Wen has been indifferent, maybe Wen Mianmian doesn't know, he is no longer attached to this Tao now, and only wants to do what he should do in the newspaper hall.

It is precisely because he is no longer attached to his paintings that his paintings have changed again, and they are more atmospheric and free.

Now he has rejected all invitations from the outside, focusing on running a newspaper and ignoring things outside the window.

And Wen Mianmian, who didn't know at all, was still talking about how much her grandfather liked to paint, and even sneaked up in the middle of the night to paint.

"Nine times out of ten, my grandfather will be able to come out on top, even if he can't, he will be among the others."

"I can't think of it, I think my grandfather is secretly crying behind his back, but in fact he is secretly working hard."

Wei Jiliang listened to it, and he couldn't wait to fly back to Kyoto to see the excitement now, so he wanted to see what the old man who wiped his tears at every turn looked like.

The sky gradually darkened, the entire upper residence was lit up with lanterns, and lanterns were hung on both sides of the lake, making it more charming against the surface of the lake.

"This is about to start, right?"

"Wait."

Wei Jiliang got up, "Let's go, I'll take you to taste the food here, which is very different from Kyoto." ”

Out of the teahouse, the whole street of Shangju has been lively, the guys at the door of each restaurant are warmly greeting guests, and the day's excitement seems to have just begun.

"Yo, Master Wei, you're here, please come inside."

"There are a lot of customers in the store today, and there is a Yasong box on the second floor, which is a little smaller, don't you mind?"

Wei Jiliang threw out a piece of broken silver, "Don't lead the way yet." ”

"Later, give me a few of your signature dishes, today's master banquet, if the taste is bad, you have to ask your boss."

The guy said happily: "Don't worry, it's definitely not bad." ”

Wen Mianmian glanced at him, he was still a gentleman with this product.