Smell the wild plum fragrance again

Zhouzhuang is not big, so you can visit all the scenic spots by just walking around. It took a whole morning to visit Zhang Hall and Shen Hall. After finishing the pig trotter dinner at noon, Teacher Yuan announced free activities.

"If you are interested in Chen Yifei's paintings, you can go to Yifei's House." Teacher Yuan looked at the watch on his hand: "It's two o'clock... Before two o'clock, we will meet in the parking lot at five o'clock or five-thirty. , okay? Remember, you are going to write an article for the school newspaper when you go back, don’t just do it for fun."

"The Eight Ancient Scenes of Zhouzhuang, Full Fortune at Dawn, Looking Back to Spring, Sunset at the Potting Pavilion, Fishermen Singing on the Clam River, Autumn Moon over the South Lake, Sailing on the Rushing Water, and Snow in Dongzhuang..." Zhou Yao held a tourist map and chatted with people at the dinner table. Talk: "Actually, except for the Nanhu Autumn Moon that still remains, everything else has changed."

"Then, let's go to Nanhu Qiuyue for a stroll?" Yu Luying suggested.

"That's what I mean too." Zhou Yao said.

Seven or eight of them went to visit Nanhu Lake or Yue together. Although they did not refuse Xiao Yao to go with them, he thought of the comments those girls made about him in private and felt that it would be too unsightly for him to insist on going along.

Since no one else invited him to accompany him, Xiao Yao wandered aimlessly in the ancient town alone after lunch.

As the saying goes, it is better to see the scenery than to listen to it, and Zhouzhuang is a place that is not as famous as meeting it. Xiao Yao’s long-cherished tourist destination for young people turned out to be a market full of Yiwu small commodities, full of traces of a man-made ancient town. Everywhere I go I look at the faces of people, so I'm inevitably a little disappointed.

"I just said it's boring, but you still insist on dragging me along. Isn't it comfortable to sleep with me at home?" Shen Jie replied to him on her mobile phone QQ.

"The main reason why it's boring is because I don't have you. Don't you study painting? I could have taken you to see Yifei's House." Xiao Yao typed hard with the nine-square grid hard key.

"Ask Silly Girl to accompany you." Shen Jie's words were followed by a seemingly cute but unclear expression.

"She doesn't learn painting. Besides, she was abducted by Zhou Yao's long face."

"Where did he go? Just follow him and don't get lost alone."

"They went to Nanhu Qiuyue. There's not a single boy there. I don't want to go."

"Then where are you going? Remember to take photos for me if there is a good view."

"I've arrived at Shuangqiao and I'll take some pictures for you."

Xiao Yao boarded the Shide Bridge, raised his mobile phone and started looking for the beautiful scenery.

MMS, send, O.

The Shuangqiao is located in the center of Zhouzhuang and refers to the two Shide and Yongan bridges. They were built in the Ming Dynasty. The two bridges are connected and look like ancient keys, also known as Key Bridge.

The Key Bridge is not a key but is better than a key. It is famous for the oil painting "Memories of Hometown" by Chen Yifei, a painter living in the United States.

Xiao Yao stood on the top of the stone arch bridge, holding on to the bridge railings with both hands, looking at the clear water, shaded by green trees, and the boat girl swinging the awning boat towards him, making sparkling waves... and he hesitated. state of mind.

Then, a faint aroma wafted in, and a person came behind Xiao Yao in the reflection. It smelled of citrus and lily.

You don't have to look back to know who it is.

"I seem to see time passing by here silently. How many people have walked across the double bridges, how many ships have passed under the double bridges, and how many joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys have happened here?" The girl's voice Said seriously.

Xiao Yao turned around, leaned his back against the bridge railing, rested his elbows on it comfortably, and replied: "How many people are willing to transform themselves into this stone bridge and endure the five hundred years of wind and five hundred years of sunshine?"

, five hundred years of rain, just want to witness her joys and sorrows, just want her ship to pass under the bridge, just want her feet to walk across my body?"

"Then how many five hundred years does this stone bridge need to be cultivated before it can be repaired and stayed with her for a lifetime?" The girl gently caressed the handrail of the stone bridge, but the man looked into Xiao Yao's eyes inquiringly, and said playfully

He blinked and suddenly asked: "Is it too late before the sun's helium flash?"

Then, neither of them could hold it back and started laughing.

"I didn't expect you to have a wide range of interests." Xiao Yao smiled.

"That's right," Zhao Xiaomei snorted proudly: "Xiaomei is also a good target of the literary club."

Members of the literary club whose attendance rate is less than 3%.

"You don't want to say that you met me here by chance, right?" Xiao Yao squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky.

"Of course not, I followed you all the way from where we were eating." Zhao Xiaomei answered honestly.

"Are you a stalker?" Xiao Yao's tone was teasing, not hostile.

"Who are you calling a stalker?" Zhao Xiaomei pursed her lips: "Stalkers are the kind of cowards who only follow and don't show their faces."

Xiao Yao snorted and laughed.

"Xiaomei just heard an old man over there say that lovers who walk hand in hand across the twin bridges will have long-term happiness." Zhao Xiaomei also followed Xiao Yao's example, leaning against the bridge railing, supporting her elbows, wearing a pink T-shirt

The two fawns under the shirt rose and fell slightly with their breathing.

"Then it's a pity that I didn't bring my girlfriend." Xiao Yao said seemingly casually.

"Xiaomei saw you holding Yu Luying's hand in the car," Zhao Xiaomei said with a smile, "Is it really a pity that your girlfriend didn't come?"

Xiao Yao felt a little guilty when he heard this and laughed twice.

"Come on, classmate Xiao Yao." Zhao Xiaomei extended her hand to Xiao Yao generously.

"What are you doing again?"

"Hold hands." Zhao Xiaomei said with a matter-of-fact expression.

"Why are you holding hands?"

"Let's walk across the bridge together - what about long-term happiness? Try it for free?" Zhao Xiaomei shook her palms again.

"We are not lovers." Xiao Yao reminded her.

"Good friends should also be friends forever." Zhao Xiaomei said confidently.

"Ah..." Xiao Yao let out a long sigh: "You really give me a headache."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xiaomei pursed her lips and asked pitifully.

Xiao Yao wanted to educate her that stalking would only make the other person troubled. He moved his lips a few times, but couldn't say anything.

Because he felt that he had no position to say this.

Once upon a time, during the first half of the first half of the first semester of high school, I pursued Yu Luying in this way. When I was in junior high school, I followed a girl to "send her home" after school.

Is it only called a stalker if you follow someone from a distance? Xiao Yao also expressed doubts about this.

At that time, I was very stupid and felt aggrieved. I have shown you my heart like this, so why are you still not moved? Why can't you be nice to me?

It wasn't until he met Zhao Xiaomei that Xiao Yao began to sympathize a little bit with how those girls felt at that time.

But he also had greater empathy for Zhao Xiaomei - not to mention she was a very cute girl. Even if someone with Zhou Yao's appearance pestered him like this, it would be difficult for him to use a rough attitude to criticize her.

Clear boundaries.

at the same time.

The Autumn Moon over Nanhu Lake is not far or near.

The innocent classmate Zhou Yao sneezed seven or eight times in a row.

"What's wrong?" Yu Luying thoughtfully handed a tissue to her deskmate: "Did you catch a cold?"

Just as Zhou Yao was about to speak, Yu Luying's cell phone rang.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

…

"No, I'm not with him, I'm with my classmates."

…

Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. Xiao Yao was still focusing on the problem at hand. He was calmly taking his arm out of Zhao Xiaomei's hand holding him: "It's okay to be friends. I'll accompany you from these two flowers."

It’s okay to walk across the bridge, just hold hands, it’s not appropriate.”

"Are Xiao Yao afraid of being seen by the people who came with him?" Zhao Xiaomei asked him, tilting her head.

"If people can't see, God can still see," Xiao Yao pointed to the sky: "I don't want to be sorry for my girlfriend."

Zhao Xiaomei was in awe: "Xiaomei was right about classmate Xiao Yao. He is a responsible and responsible man."

Xiao Yao puffed up his chest.

"I just don't know which girlfriend is classmate Xiao Yao who doesn't want to be sorry?" Zhao Xiaomei asked innocently.

"Mainly the one at home." Xiao Yao told her.

"Oh!" Zhao Xiaomei nodded vigorously.

"Ah! You tricked me!" Xiao Yao reacted: "I only have a girlfriend to attack?"

Zhao Xiaomei laughed so hard that she couldn't stand upright. Xiao Yao was stunned for a while and then laughed with her.

--Dividing line--

Xiao Yao and Zhao Xiaomei walked side by side, chatting while walking.

"Xiao Yao, tell me, if the end of the world really comes, will mankind unite to save the nation?"

"Yes, although there may be a high price to pay, I believe that mankind will eventually unite to face difficulties."

"Then why can't Xiaomei unite with Xiao Yao? Has Xiaomei not paid enough?" Zhao Xiaomei put her hands behind her back and leaned slightly towards Xiao Yao.

"There is actually more to the story about Stone Bridge." Xiao Yao stepped aside half a step.

"Really? I want to hear it, is it a happy ending?"

"After 1,500 years of practice, Shiqiao finally welcomed the footsteps of his lover. At this time, God asked it, do you want to stay with your lover for the rest of your life? Then you still need to continue to practice."
To be continued...