lonely city, lonely love

Old Street is a street away from the center of the city, with ancient buildings, peeling city walls, and some old people sitting in chairs sitting at the door basking in the sun. There are no cars on the road, and there is no dust. Under the warm sunshine, it seems to take a deep breath. , the whole chest cavity is full of green taste.

There are still many snacks on the roadside, and some ancient flags have opened restaurants.One of them is just a small shop on the side of the street, with a greasy chess piece hanging on it, saying "the first oil praise in Jiangnan", waving it in the sun, unremarkable, but very popular, even in the morning Many people lined up.

Little Routuan stared at the end of the crowd with bulging eyes, and kept filling up the oil praises, with bright eyes: "I want this! Brother! I want this!"

Gu Anfeng doesn't like queuing, to be precise, he doesn't like crowds.There are so many people, crowded in front of the oily booth, it's creepy to think about it.

Seeing Gu Anfeng's displeasure, Sheng Xilan smiled, put his hands in his pockets, walked over slowly, and said a few words to the crowd, but the crowd moved away automatically, and then under the eyes of everyone, Sheng Xilan came from behind, I took a big bag of Youzanzi and came back.

Under the sun, this smile is extremely flamboyant.

"What did you say?" Gu Anfeng was really curious, watching the little meatball gnawing on the warm oily noodles with great joy, and moved away without a trace.

Hugging the little meatball over, Sheng Xilan smiled, looked at Gu Anfeng, whose messy hair was fluffy, and the hair changed color in the sun, like a silly cat, so he reached out and touched his head: "I said, my The child wants to be praised, so please do me a favor, or my wife will beat me when I go back."

His eyes shot over immediately, he turned around and left.

Sheng Xilan was not angry either, he had long been used to Gu Anfeng's appearance, with his long legs, holding the little meat ball with one hand, the little guy's eyes were full of oily praises, he enjoyed eating, and his mouth was full of greasy.With the other hand, he waved at the crowd, which immediately attracted the charming smiles of the little girls.

Slowly following behind Gu Anfeng, admiring the old street with ancient vines and old trees, the branches of the trees are bare, the patches of trees, the white peeling walls, just like an ink painting.

A small vendor on the side of the road yelled: "Black and white portraits, 50 yuan a piece. Don't miss it when you pass by."

Long legs paused, looking at the bamboo and rattan chairs on the side of the road, Sheng Xilan thought for a while, and asked, "Do you want to draw a picture?"

Little Routuan didn't know anything else, and nodded happily, his little hands were still picking up the oil in the bag, his big round eyes looked at Gu Anfeng who was not far away, and said in a childish voice, "Brother, come quickly."

There is only one chair, but there are three people.

Sheng Xilan handed the little meatball to Gu Anfeng, and then pressed Gu Anfeng on the chair. He leaned against the sides of the chair from behind and leaned over. Looking from a distance, the two were very close.

In the early morning, the sunlight also seems to be blue. Under the cold light source, as far as the line of sight is concerned, there are large expanses of clearness and freshness.The breathing is still long in the ear, the neck is itchy, and the hand holding the little meat ball is involuntarily stiff.The chair was only half-occupied, the back was stiff, and the neck was also straight.

Under the sun, the white neck becomes extraordinarily beautiful. On the delicate skin, every pore can be clearly seen, and the fragrance of the hair lingers on the tip of the nose.The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually deepened, his dark eyes looked at the drawing board in front of him, and he leaned forward gently.

The whole person was surrounded, feeling inexplicably unsafe, Gu Anfeng said softly: "What are you doing?"

"What's wrong?" Sheng Xilan said in a low voice, his voice was magnetic, and through the medium of air, it was clearly transmitted to Gu Anfeng's ears, including the amplitude of each breath, which was exceptionally clear.

I feel uncomfortable all over, but I can't tell where I feel uncomfortable. As long as I move forward slowly, I don't know that when I move, I will be fixed by big hands, and then a voice comes from the top of my head, with a smile: "You Are you going to sit in the air? Your butt is really small, it's not like that when you touched it last night."

His face was hot, and he finally resigned to his fate and moved back without opening his mouth, but his mind was full of the absurd night last night.Therefore, it was a mistake to let Sheng Xilan come back with him.

After sitting for an hour and a half, the painting was finished.

Simple lines of black, white and gray, Gu Anfeng is holding the little meatball, the little girl is biting the butternut squash in one hand, her big eyes are full of curiosity, and Gu Anfeng behind her lowers her eyebrows, and her long eyelashes cover her eyes, but her facial features Handsome, backlit, seems to be thinking about something, extremely docile.In the end, Sheng Xilan raised his right eyebrow slightly, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, approaching and looking ahead.Behind is a simple quaint street.

A very perfect painting, the masters are all in the folk.Gu Anfeng, who paid the money, still couldn't help admiring, such a high-quality work in such a short time is really amazing!

"It's you who are good-looking." The painter said with a smile, framed a piece of 4A paper, and handed it to San Siro, "I have never seen such a beautiful family."

Lowering his head, the hand that was wiping the little meat ball suddenly froze. He looked up at Sheng Xilan and the painter not far away, his eyes were in a mess, his mouth was pursed, and he lowered his head to cover his pale face.

Sheng Xilan smiled, obviously satisfied: "Really? You really have a good eye!"

In the end, Gu Anfeng dragged the little meat ball into an antique hotel, the name is naturally familiar "Yuelai Inn", saying that the inn naturally has guest rooms, all of which are antique decorations, beds, and red sandalwood tables. Teacup with blue and white porcelain.

Xiao Er enthusiastically brought up the menu, and enthusiastically poured tea: "Guest officer, take a look."

"Let's have a copy of all the signature ones." Gu Anfeng didn't look at the menu, but just took a sip of tea, and it turned out to be Yuqian Longjing. It seems that the owner of this shop has put his heart into it.Every detail is so beautiful that people feel as if they have traveled through time.

"Come on!" Xiao Er put the white cloth on his shoulders and went out, and closed the door carefully.

The old door creaked when it was closed.

"The location here is pretty good." Sheng Xilan stood up and looked out the window. There was actually a river below, and a large stretch of Hui style buildings on the opposite side. There were also people carrying a large bucket of clothes to wash clothes by the river.

The willows on the bank are low, Wu Nong whispers, it really is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River!