Qin Wanwan knew how to fish, but she was unlucky and usually couldn't catch anything. If she hadn't been so idle that she couldn't even remember such a thing.
Song Chen prepared the bait for her and she threw it into the river. She didn't expect any results, but she would take the bait.
Song Chen was amused by her Buddhist attitude. He didn't say anything. He just controlled two fishing rods and waited patiently. At the same time, someone brought out the prepared refreshments and made tea for Qin Wanwan himself.
Qin Wanwan doesn't like to talk, so this environment is very suitable for them to get along.
The sound of water is gurgling, and the restaurants and tea shops on the shore are bustling with people. It looks like a peaceful scene in a peaceful and prosperous age. Although you are in a busy city, you don't feel noisy and irritable, but have a different kind of tranquility.
Qin Wanwan didn't care about fishing, but Song Chen was lucky and quickly started fishing.
"Huh, it's quite big."
The one-foot-long mandarin fish looks plump.
Qin Wanwan rarely took a few glances at the fish. She had never caught such a big fish before, and she was envious.
"Hey, your fishing rod has moved too."
Pulling up Qin Wanwan's fishing rod, there was another fishing rod, although it was a little smaller.
Qin Wanwan also became interested, so she simply took her fishing rod and started fishing. She hung the bait and threw the rod, and waited patiently.
I don't know if it was because she took action personally, but this time there was no response for a long time, but Song Chen made several calls.
It's obviously the same place and the same bait, how can we treat them differently?
"Why......"
Suddenly there was movement on her fishing rod, and the fish, who didn't know how big it was, ripped her fishing rod away.
Song Chen reacted quickly. He put his toes a little closer to the water's edge, grabbed the fishing rod, quickly skimmed the water and stepped on the guardrail of the river. He lifted the fishing rod and found a fish two feet long hanging on it.
No wonder he just tore away all her fishing rods.
Song Chen flew back to the boat and said with a smile: "Wanwan is awesome, this fish is probably going to become the king of fish."
Although she didn't pull it up by herself, she caught it with her own hook after all, so she was still very happy. There was no smile on her face, but her eyebrows were curved, and there was a glimmer of luster in her cold eyes.
Song Chen's eyes darkened a bit as he looked at it. Such a view was rare.
The fish was sent to the boat behind and was quickly cleaned and cooked. When Qin Wanwan caught the second fish, the stewed fish meat was delivered.
The fish is very big and can be cooked in several ways: stewed, fried, sweet and sour, and braised in braise.
Catching your own fish is fresh and delicious, and dining on the river is an experience I have never had before.
"This is osmanthus wine, do you want to try it?"
Song Chen took a small jar of wine and asked for her opinion.
Qin Wanwan rarely drinks alcohol, but it's not that she doesn't know how to drink. It's okay to have a taste.
Maybe it was because the food was so delicious, Qin Wanwan nodded: "Just one cup."
Song Chen poured it over and handed it over, and the fragrance of flowers and wine suddenly hit his nostrils.
The wine was very fragrant and had a hint of sweetness, but Qin Wanwan was not greedy for it. After drinking a glass of wine, she stopped asking for it and just lowered her head to eat the fish. In the end, all the remaining wine fell into Song Chen's mouth.
After eating and fishing for a while, the two of them went ashore. At this moment, Suyang City was still bustling.
The pavilions on both sides are brightly lit, and there are various stalls on the roadside. Even though it is night, there are still people coming and going, and it is extremely lively.
"Wanwan goes to the night market?"
Song Chen naturally held her hand: "There are too many people, be careful not to get separated."
Qin Wanwan was stunned and was led into the crowd. Pedestrians passed each other one after another, talking, laughing, and hawking. It was a lively scene that Qin Wanwan had rarely seen.
She has never liked the busy city, but she doesn't hate it either. Thinking about it carefully, it's not that she doesn't like shopping, it's just that she doesn't have a reason to go shopping or people to go shopping with.
His wrists were pinched tightly, and Song Chen led her through the crowd, with a smile and novelty on his face: "This is my first time shopping like this. I haven't been in the mood before, but I am lucky enough to see something new today."
Qin Wanwan
Thinking of Song Chen's past, I suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. Song Chen's past was too difficult. Even just hearing 10% of what Qin Yan said was already shocking.
He was born noble, but his life was not as good as ordinary people. When he was in the palace, it was like hell, and he could die at any time. When he left the palace, it was another hell.
Climb back from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and then fight back into the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
He should be an eagle in the sky, a hero who dominates an area. There is no way that such a person should be as gentle and kind as he is now.
What kind of person should he really be?
Looking down at the hand held tightly by him, the so-called taking a step back as a brother was just because she couldn't accept it.
A person like him, no matter how kind he pretends to be, is still domineering and strong in his heart, but he just uses another way to get what he wants.
"check it out."
Leng Shenjian and the two came to a small stall. The small stall sold fans, folding fans and round fans. Some were painted with flowers and plants, some were painted with ladies, and some were blank, so you could paint by yourself.
What Song Chen saw at first sight was a white round fan made of purple bamboo. The surface of the fan was pure white and had not yet been painted.
Seeing the business coming, the vendor quickly greeted with a smile: "Sir, we have good colored ink here. You can draw it yourself and give it to the girl."
Song Chen obviously had this idea in mind. At the same time, he picked a silk folding fan and pulled Qin Wanwan to sit on the table at the back.
With the ground paint in front of him, Song Chen spread out the folding fan and handed it to Qin Wanwan: "Wanwan, try it?"
She was holding a folding fan, but he was holding a round fan, and it was clear that he wanted to exchange gifts.
Qin Wanwan raised her eyebrows, slowly rolled up her sleeves, and picked up her pen.
The two of them lowered their heads to draw, and neither of them spoke. After a while, Song Chen put down his pen first, and tried to look at Qin Wanwan, but was blocked by her.
After the painting was done, the fan surface was slightly dried, and I paid the money and continued shopping.
Song Chen naturally handed the fan to Qin Wanwan: "Take a look."
As he spoke, he wanted to take the folding fan from her hand, but she dodged it calmly.
A cluster of peonies is painted on the round fan, with butterflies dancing gracefully. The flowers are in full bloom. Under the flowers lies an orange cat, sleeping sweetly and comfortably.
The painting was very vivid, and Qin Wanwan really liked the cat, so she didn't return the fan.
Song Chen hesitated to speak, where is his folding fan?
However, when he looked through the autumn water, Qin Wanwan seemed to have forgotten about it and had no intention of giving him the folding fan.
There were a lot of strange and weird things along the way, but not many that Qin Wanwan was interested in. She just bought some and returned to her residence.
"bump!"
The door was shut in his face, but the Prince Regent still could not get his folding fan.
"Prince?" Ye Lan looked at Song Chen strangely. Didn't he just come back? Why was the prince staring at the girl's door? Are they quarreling again?
Song Chen clenched his fists and swallowed all the sourness in his heart. After all, he didn't dare to be too impatient.
He had to be patient and restrained because he cared, but he didn't know how long he could restrain himself. The desire in his heart to hold him in his arms was about to swallow him up.