The return of the daughter, Gu Shao finds a lovely wife

Chapter 32
When Gu Xinyi was still immersed in how Keigo Higashino sketched out those stories, Gu Qingyue and his group walked around Qinghai Lake to enjoy.This is the most beautiful time in Qinghai Lake, thousands of acres of rape blossoms are blooming around the lake, golden bright yellow is scattered around the vast expanse of blue waves, wild flowers in alpine pastures are colorful, like silk, and countless cattle and sheep are fat and fat. Strong, embellished in between.

This is the hometown of Jiang's father. Who knows if there will be a chance for everyone to come together again in the future, so I looked at everything here carefully, as if I wanted to imprint it in my mind. I have no impression of every flower and grass, but looking at Jiang's father will be Feel full of intimacy.Some people say that if you go to Qinghai, if you don’t go to Qinghai Lake, you have never been to Qinghai.Vast lakes, herds of cattle and sheep, green wild yellow flowers, and desert oases can all be seen here.Half of the sea of ​​flowers and half of the lake, the beauty is intoxicating.They rented bicycles, rode around the lake, chased the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and waited for the sunrise. When the first ray of sunshine hit, they were like children chasing the light, and the smiles on their faces were like sunflowers. as brilliant.

Jiang's father wanted to drive Jiang's mother, but Jiang's mother refused. She said that she wanted to experience the long-lost time when she could ride alone.Jiang's father had no choice but to follow slowly behind, in case something happened to Jiang's mother, so that he could be by his side in time. Jiang's father was always by Jiang's side, from dawn to sunset, just like their love, from youth to gray hair .

I went around Qinghai Lake, felt the unrestrained and heroic style of Gangcha County in the "promised land", and imagined the scene of Wang Luobin meeting the girl Zhuoma in the neat and quiet Xihai Town. Is it like the song in the lyrics, "In that distant Here, there is a good girl. When people pass by her tent, they all turn their heads and look at her with nostalgia. Her little pink face is like the red sun, and her lively and charming eyes are like the bright moon at night. There is a good girl in a place where people pass by her tent, and they all turn their heads to look nostalgicly. Her little pink face is like a red sun, her lively eyes are like a bright moon at night, and her splash The moving eyes are like the bright moon at night. I would like to be a lamb and follow her. I would like her to take a thin leather whip and keep hitting me lightly..." His longing and nostalgia Will it reach the girl's side with the singing, plucking the softest strings in my heart.

I stayed in Qinghai for three days, feeling the feelings of another hometown that is unfamiliar here, experiencing the local customs, watching the colorful and colorful clouds.Different cities, different experiences.

Then go to their second stop, the ancient city of Xi'an.The guide for them was Jiang Jian's friend, a local, who was very familiar with the mountains, rivers, flowers and plants here.They went to Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses, one of the eight wonders of the world, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Huaqing Pool and so on.They looked at all the ones that appeared in the travel guide, but the one that Gu Qingyue remembered most was the Hanyang Mausoleum.Hanyang Mausoleum is the joint burial mausoleum of Han Jing Emperor Liu Qi and Empress Wang Zhi. Because it is located in the outskirts of Xianyang and the publicity is not good enough, it is not as famous as other scenic spots. Many tourists do not know this tourist route.After the car drove through a large section of narrow road, it actually passed through a paradise that was rarely seen.I saw a Han-style palace with high eaves pecking at the eaves quietly standing in a piece of luxuriant grass. Within the range of vision, except for the knee-high green grass and the palace, there was no trace of a person.

Gu Qingyue was overwhelmed by the sense of history that rushed to her face, looked back at the family members leaning against the car, and said, "What a surprise... If you were not by my side, I would have thought I had traveled through time and space."

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and the copper bells on the eaves of the palace made a distant and empty sound in the wind.Gu Qingyue instantly fell in love with the emptiness and depression here, as well as the depth and simplicity of the ancient style.

She happily said to them, "This is the ideal monument, and it should have a unique temperament like this, which makes people think and feel."

Then he said to his brother, "I really envy your friend, his house is so close to here, can he come over to sit and take a walk at any time? Hey, so to speak, he is still a nobleman with a royal cemetery! "Jiang Jian was amused by her thoughts, and his friend heard it too, and said, "This palace is a replica, not the real scene."

"That's okay, it's much more charming than other crowded places." Jiang Jian's friend smiled slightly and said, "Take you to the underground palace." After speaking, that friend walked forward one step ahead of them. Show them the way.

Several people walked through a large wheat field, then through a path of green pines and cypresses, and walked along the path paved with blue bricks, and entered the underground mausoleum.As soon as she entered the mausoleum, a deep chill invaded Jiang Qingyue's skin.Different from the terracotta warriors, this museum is built underground, and the light inside is dim and dim. Special glass is used to separate the mausoleum tunnel a few meters below from the outside world. Walking during the period, you can clearly see the piled up eunuch pottery figurines and their clothes fluttering when you look down. The figurines of beautiful ladies and the figurines of warriors in strong and sharp clothes, the feeling is like traveling through the interlaced time of ancient and modern times.

The man slowed down, explained to them the story of each tunnel in detail, and walked through every corner of the underground palace. They bought tickets to watch another phantom imaging movie.

By the time we returned to the ground, it was already noon.Everyone is hungry. Muslim Street in Xi’an is almost full of gourmet food. That friend took them to eat the famous local mutton steamed buns. I also ate soba noodles, steamed rice cakes and many other things.Those things that she had never heard of tasted different, and it also made her understand the culture of different ethnic groups.

"The painting hall so close is as deep as the sea, and I only read old books, and when will I go to Chang'an hand in hand." I don't know when Wei Zhuang's "Huanxi Sha" appeared in Gu Qingyue's mind, imagining the scene of the poet tossing and turning sleeplessly, She turned around and looked at her parents who loved her, and her brother was by her side, how happy she was.

(End of this chapter)