Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 358 Meeting Yang Ziyu (2)

Between the water and the clouds, the name of the teahouse is very Qiong Yao style.

Han Xiaoxiao suspects that this is Yang Ziyu's property. Otherwise, with the personality of a northerner, he might have given her a name like "Gong Xi Fa Cai". How could he be so romantic and petty?
"Please come in." The waiter knocked on the door and pushed open a crack, motioning for Xiaoxiao to enter.

There is a refreshing tea fragrance in the room, refreshing and very nice.

Yang Ziyu was sitting facing the door, and when Xiaoxiao came in, she waved with a smile on her face, "Miss Han, we meet again."

Han Xiaoxiao nodded politely, and pulled Wang Jing to sit down.

"Grandma Ziyu, are you safe?"

"Hey, this voice sounds so comfortable. My hometown speaks Wu Yannong's language. I haven't heard beautiful ladies speak like this for a long time. It makes me miss my hometown very much."

Han Xiaoxiao remained calm, and couldn't help feeling sad, knowing that she was from the north and spoke a dialect, so she deliberately set up a trick for her, trying to get something out of her!
"Grandma Ziyu, I really didn't expect to see you in BJ. You are very well informed. I have only been here for five days, and you found me."

"Yo, I didn't mean to follow Ms. Han. It just so happened that De Shu's girlfriend is Ms. Han's homeowner. She accidentally mentioned you, and I realized that we are so destined."

What she said was reasonable, Han Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled at Panxi, deliberately put the collection of poems on the table, and raised her hand to pour tea for Yang Ziyu.

Yang Ziyu glanced at Xiaoxiao's collection of poems on the table.

"Grandma Ziyu, you can call me Xiaoxiao, this is my classmate Wang Jing." Putting down the teapot, Han Xiaoxiao pushed the poetry collection forward without a trace, picked up the teacup, and sniffed it under her nose.

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiaoxiao." Yang Ziyu reached for the poetry collection, without reading glasses, she couldn't read the words clearly.

"This is the book you are reading now? What kind of book?"

"Mother-in-law, I bought a collection of poems at the bookstore." Han Xiaoxiao stood up and let the sunlight behind her shine into the room.

""Ink Dyeing Rain", doesn't the name sound nice?" Quietly observing Yang Ziyu's expression, Xiaoxiao soon received the first message, which was indeed related to Yang Ziyu.

"What's your name?" Yang Ziyu shuddered all over, his voice was a little high-pitched and sharp, and he spilled a few drops of tea in his hand.

""Ink Dyeing the Rain" is a very playful collection of poems. The description of life in it is very interesting. I like it very much."

Han Xiaoxiao pretended not to see her gaffe, opened the book and pointed to one of the articles and read, "I can't help but smear a pen and paint here and there, but I'm afraid of killing my head with blood; write a fly slowly into a butterfly, and write it as a butterfly." A few stinky grasses are sprinkled with fragrant fragrance. I can't help opening my mouth to make up and sing, but I'm afraid that my tongue will be cut off and I will be silent; use a soft mask to seal the nose, and let the parrot imitate the tongue of a swallow and a warbler. Why not Put your head and neck in your belly, like a turtle—be a thousand-year-old birthday star.”

"Look, mother-in-law, isn't it interesting?" She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, the glare of the sun blocked Yang Ziyu's sight, and she couldn't see Xiaoxiao's expression clearly in the backlight.

After all, he is a fox who has practiced for thousands of years, no matter how flustered he is, his face is calm, as if Han Xiaoxiao told a big joke and made her laugh, "Oh, you are also oily, how did you find it so funny?" book? It’s really ridiculous.”

"I also bought it because I thought it was interesting. Not only is this collection of poems interesting, but even the author is very strange. Mo Ranyu is both the title of the book and the pseudonym. Unfortunately, there is no biography of the author. I don't know if she is a man or a woman, and where she lives. I really want to pay a good visit to the author, maybe I can also learn from a teacher and learn playful poetry!"

　"Can't Help", author Zhulu Qingxiang 51.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)