World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 451 The clouds and mist moisten the atmosphere
Just left the room.

Lu Cenyin ran out.

"I will go with you!"

I frowned and said, "Why don't you understand? I asked you to come alone to tell you all the clues I found for you to make decisions in the future. The reason for not letting Xiaozhu and others follow is to preserve their strength. In the future, they can For your use. You follow me now and we can jump to Wangjiang Tower together?!"

Lu Cenyin replied: "I understand. I don't have to follow you up to Wangjiang Tower and just watch from downstairs."

"Whether you succeed or fail this time, I just want to be with you not far away!"

I didn’t hesitate: “Okay!”

The two got into the car.

The car drove to Wangjianglou Hotel.

Not far from the hotel.

I got out of the car and walked forward.

Lu Cenyin continued to stay in the car.

In the process of moving forward.

Squinted glimpse.

Lu Cenyin closed her eyes in the car and prayed with her hands clasped together.

A sudden cold wave hit today.

The temperature outside is already very low.

But when I came to Wangjiang Tower, I still saw Mr. Cui, who stood motionless outside the door to greet me like a soldier.

Mr. Cui nodded at me and welcomed me upstairs.

The two came to the door of the box of "Canglang Water".

Mr. Cui motioned to me: "Mr. Xu is waiting inside."

I asked: "Mr. Cui won't go in?"

Mr. Cui's face was expressionless: "I'm always outside."

I nodded and knocked on the door.

Mr. Xu's voice came from inside: "Please come in!"

I opened the door and entered.

Take the door behind you.

The private room environment is very elegant.

The table is not big, with wooden tables and chairs made of Burmese flowers, which can only accommodate six people, and there is a pot of steaming tea on it.

The landscape paintings of Mr. Qi Baishi hang on the wall. Although they are imitations, they were painted by people after all, and they are much more elegant than the printed matter hanging in other hotels.

Sandalwood was burning in the corner of the box, and the smell was quiet and comfortable.

This is definitely the most tasteful private room in Wangjianglou Hotel.

Mr. Xu was holding a teacup in his hand, standing by the window, looking at the river view. When he saw me coming in, he hurriedly waved to me.

"Xiao Su, go pour yourself a cup of tea and come over to watch the river view with the old man!"

I went to the table and poured a cup of tea.

Tea is still Huizhou fried green tea.

He stood by the window holding the teacup.

What comes into view is a river heading east.

The sky is dark.

The afterglow is fading.

An extremely magical scene appeared in front of me.

The river in the distance seemed to be boiling. There was a mist on the river, and the sound of rolling water could be heard. It seemed that someone was constantly adding firewood below the river.

This is a rare spectacle of clouds and mist steaming.

The general principle is that the river water comes from the ground, and the temperature of the river water is generally at a constant temperature in winter. However, if a cold wave invades, the temperature of the air above the water surface suddenly changes, and when hot and cold alternate, a natural phenomenon like the boiling of the river water will occur.

The most famous cloud-mist steaming scenic spot in China is Baotu Spring in Ji City.

Mr. Xu took a sip of tea and chuckled: "The clouds and mist are moistening the steam, but the sound of the waves shakes the Daming Lake. I thought that the wonders of the clouds and mist moistening and steaming that Zhao Mengfu sang can only be found in Quancheng, but I didn't expect that it can be seen in Mangshan today. See you."

I replied: "Beautiful scenery is just like a treasure. In fact, it is everywhere. Whether you can meet it depends on good luck."

When Mr. Xu heard the words, he was very impressed: "That's right! The old man has worked hard in this industry all his life. Now when he looks back and thinks about it, he finds that he has been cautious and hesitant all his life, which has led to the loss of a lot of precious, popular, and good karma. Some A lifelong regret that cannot be made up for."

I said: "Mr. Xu is too modest! You are famous all over the world. You are like Mang Mountain in the distance, making people look up to you."

Mr. Xu shook his head: "No! Mang Mountain is indeed famous all over the world, but there are many holes in the mountain. It's just a false name." "You young people must not imitate the older generation! You must be like this Mang Mountain The river under your feet is sweeping and moving forward in a mighty way. Don’t worry about whether it will be turbid after rolling. Only by truly putting aside your false reputation can you moisturize your body and build momentum, and then you can live a wonderful life!"

These words sound different.

It's like an emotional release before retreating.

It seemed like a hint to me.

I have to respond.

Otherwise, it will appear that I don’t understand and have no culture.

I replied: "Has Mr. Xu forgotten the last two lines of Zhao Mengfu's poem?"

When Mr. Xu heard this, his expression was startled: "When spring water washes away the dust, is the snow and ice filled with pure and lonely hearts?"

I replied: "Yes! No matter how turbulent the river water is, it is just a moment of joy. All it takes is a pure snowfall between heaven and earth to completely freeze it. It must be the same in the antique business!"

This is over.

Mr. Xu slapped his forehead with his hand and laughed.

"Young people are to be feared! The old man thought he was much older and told his life experience so that he could avoid some detours. Unexpectedly, Xiao Su was able to correct the chaos with just one word!"

"Let's not talk about life experience today! Come on, let's eat first!"

I closed the window.

Mr. Cui came in: "Mr. Su, boss, can we serve the food?"

Mr. Xu said: "Serve!"

Mr. Cui nodded and went out.

After a while.

Steaming delicacies filled the table.

I asked: "Mr. Xu, can you let Mr. Cui come to eat together?"

Mr. Xu said: "I usually can't get him to come to dinner together, but today it depends on your ability."

"Xiao Cui, come in first!"

Mr. Cui came in.

I said, "Mr. Cui, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Mr. Cui turned to look at Mr. Xu.

Mr. Xu smiled kindly, but his hands did not stop unwrapping the film packaging of the bowls and chopsticks for Mr. Cui.

Mr. Cui nodded: "Okay!"

The three sat down.

Mr. Xu picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for me and Mr. Cui each, and poured a glass for himself.

"Tonight, there were dozens of calls from Yu Province and Yang City, saying that the archaeological work would be over tomorrow, and they invited us to get together tonight, but none of the old men agreed. We have been having fun for a long time, and we want to have some peace and quiet. The three of us today, let's have a good drink. !”

Mr. Cui was the first to pick up the wine glass: "Mr. Xu, I'll drink three glasses in a row."

"First, congratulations on taking a back seat, second, congratulations on your daughter's wedding today, and third, thank you for always taking care of Xiao Cui!"

Three cups are very satisfying.

Ouyang Shanwen and Bai Wei got married today?

I turned to look at Mr. Cui.

Seeing my puzzled face, this boring man took the initiative to explain to me: "Ouyang and Bai Wei received their certificates in Jinling today. They only invited the nanny and bodyguard who took care of Bai Wei to a banquet."

My heart suddenly trembled.

The subtext is that on their wedding day, Mr. Xu, their father and master, was not invited.

Mr. Xu's eyes were a little moist: "Thank you also to Xiao Cui for sticking with me for so many years!"

He drained the glass of wine in one gulp.

I quickly pulled away from the strong empathy I had just felt.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's already seven fifty.

Another 10 minutes.

Uncle Wang is about to send a message.

I also picked up the wine glass and said to Mr. Xu and Mr. Cui: "Su Chen drinks this first, thank you two for saving your life!"

(End of this chapter)