The ancient feeling of high walls, rockery pavilions, and the garden gives people a recollection of famous families in the past. It seems that when you close your eyes, you can feel the servants and maids are busy beside you, and your beautiful figures are still there.

Every grass, wood, bricks, bricks, tile and tile are telling you the vicissitudes of history.

But following the tour guide, suddenly his style changed and he began to exaggerate the life story of Chen Wansan, the richest man in the early Ming Dynasty. He laid a lot of preparations, just to say that the reason why Chen Wansan was rich was as strong as a country was because he had a treasure pot at home...

Later, he took the tourists to a copy of the "Corruption Basin". Naturally, he began to sell a silver Corruption Basin jewelry.

Sure enough, everything has been commercialized! The silver bracelet and an ornament cost ranges from one thousand to four thousand.

Zhao Qian stretched out her head and looked carefully in front of the showcase, her innocent love lingered in her eyes. "So beautiful!"

Wang Mo frowned without notice, pretending not to hear, and turned to visit somewhere else.

The price of silver products has been falling in recent years. Not long ago, a colleague gave birth to a child, and Wang Mo bought a pair of silver bracelets for her baby, which was less than 200 yuan!...Okay! The fact is that Wang Mo was reluctant to spend thousands of dollars to buy something that didn't make much sense.

He was not very rich. Although he had achieved some small achievements in his career, his consumption concept was still in the stage of worrying about his monthly mortgage loan.

In addition to the morbid priced cornucopia, there are many souvenirs for sale in the house. There are fancy porcelain cups, beautiful folding fans, and various refrigerator stickers engraved with Nanjing's landmark buildings...

Zhao Qian kept looking along the display cabinet, touching and touching the east and west. When she came to Wang Mo, she looked at the refrigerator sticker in front of her and smiled: "Hey? Wang Mo, the refrigerator sticker here is much more expensive than the one in Pioneer Bookstore."

"Yes!" Wang Mo nodded, picked up a folding fan and peeled it off, waved it, and asked Zhao Qian: "Do you want the fan? Leave a souvenir?"

Zhao Qian stretched out her head and waved her hand: "It's not good-looking! I don't like it!"

"Hmm? Are there any differences in our aesthetic views? Why do I think it's beautiful?"

"Hahaha, there are differences! You are now a greasy uncle!"

Wang Mo is born in the 1995s and is 25 years old. His age is a bit embarrassing. Many of his classmates have already gotten married and had children, but he doesn’t even have a girlfriend.

So his current living situation is a career young man who enters society and is immersed in work every day.

Zhao Qian is a new generation of post-00s, 19 years old! She is enjoying her college years, and she is of course popular things nowadays. Mobile games, Douyin, and the two-dimensional world are all things that Wang Mo did not have in his student days.

With an awkward smile, Wang Mo closed the folding fan and put it back to its original place: "Okay! I admit that I am an elderly person, and shaking the fan and listening to the music is my life preference."

...

The rockery in Zhanyuan is the filming site where the White Snake came out of the cave in the 1993 version of "The Legend of the White Snake". A few photos were taken from a distance, and Wang Mo and Zhao Qian left Zhanyuan.

At this time, the sky was getting late, and the sunset blew golden waves over the city, as gorgeous and magnificent as the wheat fields. A hint of warm wind was passing by under the sycamore trees, bringing excitement and passion to the citizens traveling at night.

Walking from Zhanyuan to Confucius Temple, you will still see some snack shops on the way. It seems that the people in this place are very greedy, and the dazzling array of delicacies is overwhelming.

Unable to resist the temptation of delicious food, when passing by a bun shop, Wang Mo stood on tiptoe and looked at the long queue, turned around and asked Zhao Qian behind him: "Do you eat crab roe buns?"

Nodding like pounding garlic, Zhao Qian was overjoyed: "I like to eat it!"

A bun for 35 yuan, a straw for a straw.

The price is just like that, but it’s a big deal! Wang Mo lined up to buy her like a daughter, and followed behind with a napkin.

The soup of the crab roe buns was particularly oily. Zhao Qian accidentally overflowed on her fingers. It was still sticky and she was disgusted with it.

"Wang Mo, where can I wash my hands?"

Looking around, Wang Mo saw a shop and said to Zhao Qian: "You wait for me here, I'll go and come back."

"Ah? Where are you going?"

"Just wait for me, very soon!"

Wang Mo said and ran over and asked the clerk for a bottle of pure water.

The night market in Confucius Temple was full of people. When Wang Mo ran back with pure water, Zhao Qian was gone. The crowd was passing by, and you came and I went.

"Princess...Princess..." Wang Mo shouted anxiously, and after wandering around, he thought of dialing her phone number.

"Ah! Wang Mo, I was about to call you, I'm on the bridge..."

After running over panting, Wang Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "Didn't you ask you to wait for me? I'm scared to death!"

"Haha, Wang Mo, you are so nervous about me!"

Zhao Qian held the railing and smiled, glanced at the pure water on Wang Mo's hand, guessing his intention, "Wash my hands?"

"Um!"

Wang Mo breathed evenly and unscrew the bottle cap.

“What a luxury!”

Zhao Qian rolled her eyes and took the pure water.

The waterline flows through the fingertips, rubs it, and the white fingers are adorable.

"You haven't told me why I came here alone. I thought you were lost, so scared that I almost called the police!" Wang Mo asked in fear.

Zhao Qian laughed heartlessly, shook the water droplets of her fingers, and glanced at Wang Mo: "If you buy water, just say buy water. Say, I will definitely wait for you!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mo seemed to have guessed something, looked at the Qinhuai River in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "You shouldn't want to wash your hands in the Qinhuai River, right?"

"The water level is too low!" Zhao Qian pursed her mouth and made a fake move of reaching out to suck the water.

"I now know why the water in the Qinhuai River is so yellow! They are all ruined by people like you who have no public morality!"

"I'll go! I'll wash my hands and I don't have a public morality?"

He glared at Wang Mo with a cold look. Zhao Qian looked at the opera performance on the cruise ship in the river, and stood on her chin and said, "Wang Mo, what will you do if I really lose it?"

"Look for it!"

Wang Mo took a sip of the remaining water from the bottle and said carelessly, twisting the bottle cap.

"Can't find it?" Zhao Qian suddenly turned her face and asked seriously.

After swallowing the water from his mouth, Wang Mo frowned, and worried flashed in his eyes and said, "That's a problem! If you can't even call the police, I will be the last person to be with you, and I brought you out to play with you, and you hid it from your parents..."

"Uh... Wang Mo, that's not what I mean!"

Seeing that Wang Mo was thinking differently from what he wanted to hear, Zhao Qian interrupted him and asked again: "I'm asking, what should you do if I suddenly disappear?"

"ah?"

Monk Wang Mo was confused and thought, what is the difference between this question and before?

Zhao Qian didn't seem to know how to express it, so she grabbed the cheek and added: "For example, I'm gone now, no one can blame you. You don't need to bear any legal and moral responsibilities. What should you do?"

"Look!"

Wang Mo nodded as if he understood and answered decisively: "I must be looking for it!... until I find you!"

As night falls, lights are on, the scenery of the Ten Miles of Qinhuai becomes even more dazzling and bright at this moment.

The tourists were crowded and noisy, the opera artists danced their sleeves and posed, and the boats were sailing across the rippling river.

The eyes of the two people on Wende Bridge were intertwined and looked at each other. Although it was only a few seconds, it was so beautiful! Like the soft wind at night, with poetic and picturesque lingering around everyone's heart...

Wang Mo would not be worried about what he said today. If it was really necessary to give the beautiful girl in front of him a promise and vow, he would not be stingy.

But, it’s just a natural question and answer. Who would cut this passage and frame it, and cherish it like oaths and testimony?

There are some promises that only grow in the other person's ears.
Chapter completed!