20 years of restarting life

Chapter 465 Ye Yuan
Lucheng, night.

A group of men and women in disheveled clothes were taken out of the foot bath shop in disgrace, put on a car and taken away while the horns were honking.

"Eleven women, six men, tsk tsk, the business is so good in this small door, and there are so many people in it!"

Sitting in the car, Zhao Chang'an looked at the grand occasion across the way and was amazed.

I saw Qian Xiaoyong, who looked like a tuberculosis ghost, in the crowd of onlookers, smoking a cigarette, and the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

This is the code to catch the 'fish'.

Zhao Changan was even more happy in his heart, like drinking fine wine.

"Hey, yes!"

Liu Yihui gloated all over his face with a smile: "Don't you have long hands?"

"That's it?"

Ye Zi didn't understand the profound connotation of Liu Yihui's words, but it didn't affect her unattractive expression.

I came here in the middle of the night with great interest, wanting to see what ulterior secrets Wen Ye and Zhao Changan were hiding behind their backs.

In the end, she was made to watch this damn thing—what do you mean, so boring?
"I've told you that it's nothing wrong, and you still don't believe me. I came here specially to educate the prince and Lao Liu. In my heart, I must keep ringing the alarm bell,——Okay, you are familiar with this area of ​​Lucheng. I treat you. You choose Place."

Ye Zi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Zhao Changan: "You guys have come so far, and the car has been parked here for less than 10 minutes, and this incident happened, which shows that you are the ones who reported the news, or at least the ones who knew about it in advance. You guys are here to watch the excitement tonight. Are you boys so boring——who is there, and how did you offend me?"

"Ha ha."

Zhao Changan avoided the topic with a smile and said, "Ye Chu, I'm honest with you."

"Are you honest?"

Ye Zi's big eyes glanced at Zhao Chang'an: "Let's go, I'll lead the way, what's delicious in Lucheng, go to Gusu."

In the night, the car drove into a bluestone alley, and slowly moved forward under the faint street lights.

"In terms of the integrity of the city, Gusu is definitely one of them. The Qingshi Lane we are walking now is paved with bluestones with a history of at least 200 years. If you don't believe me, you can go down and have a look. There are many concave holes in the bluestones next to the houses on both sides. , that is the time evidence that water drops through stone."

In Ye Zi's slow narration, Zhao Chang'an saw a short road not far ahead, with no or extinguished street lights.

There are two paper lanterns hanging on a grand old-style gatehouse on the right.

In the breeze, the flame inside the paper lantern swayed slightly. I don't know if it was an oil lamp or a candle. On the paper was written a traditional Chinese character 'leaf' with a somewhat strange shape.

Further ahead, the street lights came on again, illuminating a modern concrete-reinforced slab bridge.

On the opposite side of the bridge is an antique building surrounded by gardens. The gate on the first floor is wide open and brightly lit. From a distance, there are two slender women in cheongsam standing on both sides of the gate to welcome guests.

There are plenty of people on the second and third floors, it should be a restaurant with a thriving business.

Ye Zi, who was sitting next to Zhao Changan, looked at the restaurant across the river with interest, as if that was her destination tonight.

"This family really has no sense of public morality. In order to show their own lanterns, they turned off all the street lights, which is immoral."

Zhao Chang'an smiled and commented that he drove the car past the gate of Ye Mansion at a leisurely pace, and saw two stone lions squatting on both sides, and continued to drive forward.

"Chang'an, stop and let me take a look."

At this time, Wen Ye, who had been sitting silently at the back, suddenly said, "It won't take a few minutes."

"What?"

Zhao Changan parked the car in a 'perplexed' way, and looked back at Wen Ye: "This is a fart, didn't you see the white arms and legs of the straight girl in the cheongsam at the entrance of that restaurant?"

"Yes, Prince, although I don't think about anything else, but you still—hehe, you don't have a girlfriend."

Liu Yihui also seemed puzzled: "What's the point of these two broken lanterns? Do you think you are a master of Chinese painting and art, or the last folk bamboo lantern artist?"

"Humph!"

Ye Zi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, snorted coldly, looking down on these two lewd ruffians.

"I'll take a look."

Wen Ye glanced at Zhao Chang'an who had a 'perplexed' expression.

When he felt that Ye Zi was testing whether Zhao Changan would slow down or stop here, Wen Ye didn't mind continuing to consolidate Ye Henian's previous judgment on him this time.

"Then you can see."

Zhao Changan smelly pig a cigarette, and threw it to Liu Yihui who was sitting behind.

When Wen Ye got out of the car, he didn't walk to the closed gate, but stood by the blue brick wall that had experienced a century of wind and rain.

Stretch out your hand to touch the traces of years carved on it.

"Two-color ruffian plus a smoker!"

Ye Zi scolded Zhao Chang'an and Liu Yihui in a low voice, got out of the car and walked to Wen Ye's side: "Back then, the Ye family opened a pharmacy in southern Jiangsu, and the branches were all over the southern part of Jiangsu. Turned into a pile of ruins, Jinling Leaf Garden was destroyed by fire, and this place survived."

"Survived."

Wen Ye's voice was a bit cold, just like the cool night in Gusu in late April.

"Have you two seen enough and walked into history? What time is it!"

Zhao Changan, who was sitting in the car, hurriedly urged him after he finished smoking a cigarette.

"It's not us getting in the car, but you two getting off."

Ye Zi walked to the front of the gate, stretched out a small hand to grab the copper ring of the animal head on a door, and knocked on the ancient copper-clad wooden door with a 'thump-thump'.

The sound rippled gently in the night.

"squeak~"

Immediately, the closed door slowly opened.

When Zhao Changan walked into the gate, he noticed that there was a piece of red paper pasted on the door, with the words 'Closed' written in block letters on it.

The environment inside is elegant, passing through the garden and corridors, building bamboo, plantain, flowers and grass rockery along the way, to a small garden pavilion, half of which is built on the water, and the lotus leaves in the pond are full of sharp corners.

Opposite the pavilion is a small stage against the wall, with lights on, two women in ancient costumes stand and sit one by one, holding the pipa while sitting, and start playing and singing.

"Above is heaven, and below is Suzhou and Hangzhou. Hangzhou West Lake, Suzhou has a mountain pond. Oh, two good places, oh, oh, oh, two beautiful scenery~"

"What is she singing?"

Liu Yihui was dumbfounded.

Zhao Changan thought for a while, but he still didn't intend to distort this famous song from himself.

"After the place was bought back, my father spent a lot of energy trying to fully restore the scenery of 60 years ago. Sigh~"

Ye Zi sighed quietly: "But at that time, my father was not even born yet, and my grandfather was also a child in his teens. Although my grandfather came back from abroad to come to Yeyuan to give guidance. However, after many years and when he was a child, he only came to Gusu occasionally. , I can't remember many details clearly, which has always been a pity for the older generations.

The purpose of building Yeyuan into a private restaurant is not to earn a small amount of money, but to keep the place lively and popular, but my father has decided to close the private restaurant here because—”

Ye Zi took a look at Wen Ye, who was sitting diagonally opposite, listening to the play with a blank face: "Several elders who are overseas will come back soon, and with their references, we can carry out large-scale restoration work on Ye Yuan. I believe that Yeyuan will be able to become what it was in its heyday in the near future."

While talking, in Liu Yihui's incomprehensible playing and singing of "Big Nine Links", plates of exquisite dishes were served one after another.

“This dish is good!”

Just put two chopsticks down, Liu Yihui's eyes lit up and he was full of praise.

　Thanks to 'Zhao Yunfei Yuntengyunjia' 'The Temperature of the Wind' for the reward, and thanks to the brothers for subscribing to the monthly pass collection and recommending red envelopes, watermelon, thank you brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)