Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 374 You don't deserve to sigh
Weilan Lake is located in the west of Xiaoguang City. In Wei Jiliang's rendering, Wen Mianmian has always imagined this place as a wide lake, with many painted boats on the lake, water reflections, and a river filled with powder.

It wasn't until she arrived in person that she realized that this was a street named Jushang.

The so-called Weilan Lake is actually a tributary of Xiaobo Lake. This tributary passes through the city, and the literati gave it an elegant name - Weilan Lake.

Wei Jiliang introduced to her enthusiastically, "This is the most lively and bustling place in Xiaoguang City. There are many merchants and teahouses here, and it is bustling with people."

"The Twelve Painted Boats came later, and the Painted Boats came back to pick up guests at night. They have a small building on this street, and they live in the small building during the day."

"Look, those are painted boats."

Wen Mianmian looked in the direction of his finger, and saw twelve boats of the same size and different decorations parked on the lake. These boats formed the shape of a house, about the size of a room, very delicate.

"Can these boats row?"

"of course."

Wei Jiliang continued: "At night, when the lanterns outside the boat are lit, it's time for them to pick up the guests. Those guests have already lined up. After boarding the boat, the boatman will slowly row the boat across the lake. "

"It's still early, let's sit in a tea house and wait. At night, you will know how beautiful this street is, especially the sound of piano or pipa from every painting boat, even standing by the lake. I feel beautiful."

Wen Mianmian became interested, and pointed to the teahouse in front, "Let's go there."

The name of the teahouse is Guanjinglou, which is very appropriate. The waiter recognized Wei Liangji as soon as he entered the door, and greeted him with a big smile on his face, "Mr. Wei, you are here. There is also a private room on the second floor with a view of the lake."

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

After receiving the reward, the waiter was even more enthusiastic, and led the two of them upstairs, "You two sit down first, and the younger one will prepare tea and snacks."

Wen Mianmian looked sideways out of the window. The surface of the lake was shimmering, and the flowers and plants on both sides were lush. Just sitting like this made people feel a little lazy. She looked at Wei Jiliang meaningfully, "You really enjoy your life."

Wei Jiliang smiled, and suddenly said, "If possible, I would rather ride the battlefield 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 smiled, and said in his tone: "You may not believe it, but I was not used to many things earlier."

Up to now, she has not been able to adapt very well, for example, someone kneels down with her every now and then, or she kneels every now and then.

I also don't like to think about other people's thoughts when I say a word casually, and a sentence has to be interpreted into several meanings.

It seems that it has been a long time since we chatted freely.

The clerk brought tea and snacks, and Wei Jiliang poured the tea from the pot, "My mother said that you are a spoiled child, and you are still a girl, so you will be forced to hang out with the madam."

Wen Mianmian pinched a piece and looked at it worriedly, "Aunt Wei is absolutely right, so I feel uncomfortable."

She is only fifteen years old, and she has to fight wits and courage with those ladies in their [-]s and [-]s, which is really embarrassing.

Hey, sure enough, people can't calm down, and it's easy to hurt the spring and autumn.

Wei Jiliang hurriedly stopped her, "I'm just saying this casually, so don't take it seriously. Your husband-in-law is handsome and rich, and you look like you want the wind and the rain. You don't deserve to sigh if you live like this."

"I heard from my mother that Grandfather Wen is different now? Tell me what's going on?"

In Wei Jiliang's heart, Mr. Wen was so powerful that he could cry more than a little girl, and he looked like a little daughter-in-law, and he could drive Uncle Wen to death without saying a single word.

How can a person who has had pustules all his life stand upright?
Weird.

The topic changed too quickly, and he was still worried about his Chinese language, so he was forced to cheer up, took a sip of tea for himself, and talked about his grandfather.

At this moment in Kyoto, the activity of meeting friends with Danqing, which has lasted for more than a month, is continuing. After the first two rounds, all groups are still outstanding if they can continue to play ink.

The more famous people are, the more reluctant they are to participate in this activity, for fear that their wings will be damaged. However, the pigment ultramarine is too attractive, and no one who is good at painting would not want it, so the friendship of this painting is extremely great.

Mr. Wen has been very busy recently. He has to be responsible for the newspaper and take time to paint. It can be said that he is busy every day from twilight to full sun.

Now it is not easy for Mrs. Wen to have a few more words with him.

In the Jingdu Painting Club, scrolls of paintings were unfolded one by one for people to appreciate at will. As the old man who suddenly appeared this time, many people stood in front of his paintings to appreciate them carefully.

"Mr. Wen's painting is like flowing clouds and flowing water circling the clouds, and the vast sea and mountains are still beautiful. It is really brilliant."

"I heard that Mr. Wen is especially good at figures, and I didn't realize that he is also very good at painting scenes."

"The last scene is painting people, I really look forward to it."

For these people's kind words, Mr. Wen has already become indifferent, maybe Wen Mianmian doesn't know, he is no longer attached to this way, and only thinks about doing what he should do in the newspaper office.

It is precisely because he is no longer persistent that his paintings have changed again, becoming more free and easy.

Now, he has turned down all invitations from outside, and concentrates on running the newspaper, keeping his ears to the outside world.

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

"Nine out of ten times out of ten, my grandfather will be the number one member of the Danqing Club. Even if he can't, he can still be among the others."

"Unexpectedly, when I thought my grandfather was crying secretly, he was actually working hard secretly."

Wei Jiliang listened to the sound of tsk tsk, wishing to fly back to the capital to watch the excitement, really wanted to see how the old man who was always wiping his tears looked like standing up.

As the sky gradually darkened, the entire Shangju was lit up with lanterns, and lanterns were also hung on both sides of the lake, making it even more charming against the backdrop of the lake.

"Is this about to start?"

"hold on."

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

After leaving the teahouse, the entire street of Shangju was already bustling with activity. The guys at the entrance of each restaurant were warmly greeting the guests. It seemed that the excitement of the day had just begun.

"Yo, Mr. Wei, you are here, please come inside."

"Today, there are a lot of guests in the shop. There is also a Yasong box on the second floor. It's a bit smaller. Don't you mind?"

Wei Jiliang threw out a piece of broken silver, "Not leading the way yet."

"Give me some of your signature dishes later. I'm having a banquet today. If the taste is bad, I'll have to ask your boss."

The buddy said cheerfully: "Don't worry, it will definitely not be worse."

Wen Mianmian glanced at him, cooperating with this guy is still a playboy.

(End of this chapter)