Shh, Ma'am has a bit too many vests

Tired of shopping, Ye Wan sat on a stone bench next to a stone bridge not far from Wuyi Lane, watching the endless stream of pedestrians, listening to ancient music with earphones, and saw a few girls in Hanfu talking to each other. Passing by with a smile, the beautiful scenery, architectural beauty, humanistic beauty, is simply a great enjoyment in life.

In other words, Bird Clothes Lane is so famous, when Ye Wan went to see it, he found that it was actually slightly shorter than an alley formed by the landlords' houses of rich families in the country, which was indeed somewhat disappointing.So, it’s better not to have too high expectations when traveling.

Ye Wan sat for a while, and saw a man in a dark green woolen trench coat walking towards him with long legs. There was an ancient music in the earphones, and there was a line of lyrics that happened to be sung: like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, falling into Qianqian Human eyes, no one can match.

Ye Wan gently took off the earphones, shook her head, what a mess of thoughts, I feel like I'm going to fuck off.

Sheng Cheng came in front of Ye Wan, his tall body blocked the scenery in front of Ye Wan, and asked slightly panting, "Where did you go? Why didn't you check your phone? Let me find it easier."

Ye Wan opened his arms and said with a smile: "The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, how can I not take a good look around."

Sheng Cheng looked at Ye Wan's open arms, and actually reached out to hug her.

Ye Wan hurriedly dodged, paled slightly: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Cheng had a smile on his face: "Didn't you want me to bring you up?"

Ye Wan was so close to swearing, the expression on his face was full of swearing words.

Naturally, Sheng Cheng wouldn't be afraid of her, and slightly scolded her, "You shouldn't have run away by yourself."

Ye Wan stood up and said with a smile, "Who told you to turn an individual tour into a group tour."

Sheng Cheng made a gesture and said, "No way, personal charm."

Ye Wan nodded, "I see, it's quite shameless."

Sheng Cheng let out an "ah" and said, "It's not big or small, I'm your uncle."

Ye Wan said pointedly: "You still know that you are my uncle."

The two looked at each other and stopped talking.

Sheng Cheng searched all the way, a little tired, strode to the stone bench Ye Wan just made, and sat down.Taking advantage of the situation, he patted the seat next to him, signaling to come and sit down.

Ye Wan frowned and stood still.

Sheng Cheng opened his mouth leisurely and said, "What else can I do to the public."

Ye Wan looked at the beast, and Sheng Cheng said, "Just sit down, I'm exhausted from running."

Seeing the sweat on Sheng Cheng's head, Ye Wan was really out of breath from running.

"Why are you running?"

"I'm looking for you."

"I can't do anything alone."

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

"Come on, stop." Ye Wan made a pause gesture, the conversation was like a chicken and a duck, and it was too nutritious.

Ye Wanhuan looked around and asked, "Where are Huaisi and the others?"

Sheng Cheng said: "Eat snacks in Yonghe Garden."

"I just came from the food court. The snacks at Confucius Temple are really unpalatable."

Sheng Cheng just laughed when he heard the words: "Who told you to run away first, and follow uncle and me, so that you can appreciate the authentic food of Nanjing."

Ye Wan was curious: "Aren't you from Shencheng? You also studied in Pengcheng. How do you know Nanjing so well?"

Sheng Cheng said confidently: "I majored in humanities, history and folklore. When I was in college, I traveled all over the humanities and historical sites in the Yangtze River Delta with the professors of the history department. The Confucius Temple is only a small part."

Ye Wan hesitated: "I remember you were studying business."

Sheng Cheng nodded: "If it wasn't for my family's needs, I would choose to study history or archaeology. Your father taught me some historical knowledge back then. Maybe it was then that I found history to be a particularly interesting subject."

"My father?" Ye Wan pondered slightly: "Jiang Kuanru."

"Well," Sheng Cheng continued, "Your father is very talented and knowledgeable, and he has a good grasp of ancient humanities and historical allusions. He has a literary work about Liu Rushi, one of the eight beauties of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing."

Ye Wan was stunned for a moment, and said, "What should Qingshan see me like?"

Sheng Cheng turned his face and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Ye Wan said: "When I was a teenager, my master gave me this book when he heard that I could write screenplays and also loved reading history. It was a very old physical book, and the author's name was blurred out on the pages. Smelling the dusty smell in the pages while reading, it seems like you are really flipping through the dusty history."

"How is it? Knowing my hobbies, and my biological father's works are in line with each other, how do you feel?" Sheng Cheng asked.

Ye Wan sighed: "It's a bit embarrassing, the author's writing style is really good, when I read it, it was like plunged into that era, Liu Rushi's respect for the country's mountains and rivers, and the pride that a literati should have, in fact There are some similarities with some of the organization's ideas, and I felt at that time that I would rather die than surrender to the enemy's Liu Rushi..."

Sheng Cheng joked: "I thought you would feel like Liu Hulan."

Ye Wan glared at him, not bothering to pay attention to his expression.

The two of them sat for a while, and then heard the melodious singing of Kunqu opera coming from the stage in the distance. They stood and listened for a while, and the direction seemed to be from the former residence of Li Xiangjun that Ye Wan had just visited.

"It's very nice to sing, but I don't know what it's singing about?"

Sheng Cheng smiled slightly, and replied, "It's "Peach Blossom Fan."

Ye Wan said "Oh": "I thought it was "The Romance of the West Chamber" or "The Peony Pavilion", but it turned out to be "Peach Blossom Fan"."

Sheng Cheng smiled approvingly: "You still know "Peach Blossom Fan", tell me about it."

Ye Wan's expression obviously said, are you underestimating me?

""Peach Blossom Fan" is a story about Li Xiangjun among the eight beauties of the Qinhuai River in the late Qing Dynasty. Li Xiangjun is a modern person, and it is estimated that he will never get back together with Hou Fangyu. Hou Fangyu has witnessed the tragic deeds in Yangzhou on the tenth day, and he is still able to surrender. His feelings for Li Xiangjun are the feelings of a so-called celebrity for a concubine. I remember that in the storybook, it was written that both Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu became monks, but later film and television works changed them to husband and wife returning home. Let the water go, it's all clean."

Sheng Cheng didn't quite agree, but nodded slightly: "It's a good thing that I'm a screenwriter, and I can tell which routines are right at a glance, but what you said is too radical, and you will die or live if you don't move at all. Okay."

Ye Wan smiled indifferently, and said, "That's because you haven't met them before. These girls have been trained since they were young, and they were trained as cutting-edge combat talents, right?"

Only then did Sheng Cheng understand, and thought: No wonder she has such a strong emotional projection towards Li Xiangjun.

"What I experienced was that all my comrades-in-arms were wiped out and there was no truth. No matter how long time passes, I will still remember it. Therefore, the so-called love is not the most important thing to me. As for Li Xiangjun, she also has the truth in her heart." Family and country and chivalry, so I feel very unworthy of her early death, and her affection for Hou Fangyu is also very unworthy."

Sheng Cheng didn't speak, thinking that this was Ye Wan tactfully rejecting his words again.Thinking about it again, Ye Wan's refusal has always been straightforward, and where there is need to be tactful to him, it is probably because he thinks too much.

She just sighed, she was not talking about herself.

Ye Wan really wasn't talking about Sheng Cheng, she was lamenting her relationship with Qiao Yongxiao that ended without a cause.

The two continued to walk on the bluestone road of the Confucius Temple, and when they reached the entrance of Yonghe Garden, Ye Wan took a look at the snack signboard at the door, bit his lip, and stared at the Lantern Festival signboard, as if hesitating.

Sheng Cheng said with a smile: "If you want to eat, just go in and eat."

Ye Wan shook her head: "I just ordered Lantern Festival at the food court, and I took a bite. Compared with the quick-frozen glutinous rice balls in the supermarket, they are simply delicious in the world."

Sheng Cheng said: "You have never eaten authentic ones. If you want to eat Yuanxiao, come to Lianhu with me. Their red bean Yuanxiao will give you the authentic taste of Nanjing."

"Lianhu?"

Jiang Huaisi and Jiang Huaiwu had been waiting for them in the store for a long time, and when they saw Sheng Cheng and Ye Wan standing at the door talking, they went out.

"Uncle A Cheng, sister, where have you been? We ate the snack set, which is very authentic."

Ignoring Sheng Cheng's complacent expression, Ye Wan pulled Jiang Huaisi over, raised her eyebrows and said temptingly, "Can you still eat? Let's eat the sweet and smooth red bean Lantern Festival."