Xuan and Meng

It was the first time to take the high-speed rail, and the two of them squeezed into the crowded Nanjing Railway Station. Ning Du held Xuanhe tightly with one hand and dragged a large box with the other.

Facing the vast Xuanwu Lake, Nanjing Station has an awe-inspiring atmosphere and connects with the sky.The viaducts are staggered, and the vehicles flow like beetles.

Xuanhe was shocked for a while, feeling the harmony of nature and technology.

Into the station, crowded with people.He didn't dare to look around this time, and followed with his head buried.Until you come to the waiting room.

The building is very tall, and the sound of ding dong ding dong and the bustling noise are always echoing in my ears.There are plenty of seats, but obviously not enough.Next to Xuanhe was a pair of grandparents and grandchildren. The grandmother was peeling jelly for her granddaughter, and the little girl was playing with a machine that was one size larger than a mobile phone with one hand. She opened her mouth to pick up the jelly without looking at her grandmother.

All kinds of people, all kinds of voices.Some people looked at him unscrupulously, some smoked, some quarreled, and some cried.

Ning Du was afraid of Xuanhe's uneasiness, so he kept talking to him in a low voice.

The high-speed train arrived at the station on time, and they checked the tickets to enter.

The first stop is Hangzhou.Xuan He was shocked when he saw the Harmony, which looked like a big white bug, landed steadily in front of him.

"Let's go." Ning Du led him, looking for the carriage number.Walking into the carriage, clean and bright seats were lined up, Ning Du found a seat and took him to sit down.

"Are you nervous?" Xuanhe could be seen fidgeting a little.

"A bit."

Ning Du helped him put on the U-shaped pillow and patted his head, "We'll be there soon, let's catch up on sleep first."

Xuanhe didn't fall asleep, he was still a little confused when he went out for the first time.Looking at the scenery that is flying away outside the window, I lament the magic of this era.

He used to have a little delusion, whether what he saw in front of his eyes was only a part, and the other parts were still the same as before.But the scenery outside the window told him that this place is really completely different, and he doesn't need to go back.

It has been so long, from initial disbelief to acceptance.After all, the person next to him is warm, he has a heartbeat, he can laugh, and he can gently stroke his head.Xuan He looked at Ning Du carefully, he slept very late yesterday and was squinting his eyes to rest his mind.

Fine black hair, sword-shaped eyebrows, and a straight nose. Viewed from the side, it looks very three-dimensional.When Xuanhe saw Ning Du for the first time, he was not only afraid but also shocked.Ning Du was too clean, his skin and face were spotless, it reminded him of son Ruyu.Feel the gap between each other, like a mouse yourself.

Even princes and generals are not half as clean as him.

Ning Du gently bathed him, dressed him, fed him, and picked him out of the mouse hole.

Xuanhe has always admired him and relied on him.It may be the mentality of a baby bird, Ning Du gave him everything, and he panicked when he couldn't see him.

Ning Du's lips were not very thin, they were just thick and pink.Thinking of that kiss, it was soft and sweet.

Xuan He blushed again, and quickly shook his head to get rid of those nasty thoughts.

Here, it's great.

When he arrived at the station, he was woken up by Ning Du, and Xuanhe fell asleep without knowing when.In a daze, Ningdu pulled out the high-speed rail.

After leaving the station, Xuanhe keenly felt that this was really another city.People, air, and sunlight are all different.

Before noon, I took a taxi and went directly to the booked youth hostel.

Although money is not enough, accommodation is indeed a huge expense, and youth hostels can save more than half.It is also a good choice for Xuanhe to contact and make more friends.

They booked a room for four people, and when Ning Duxuanhe arrived, there was only one person in the room.He is a chubby and kind-hearted person of the same age. His name is Brother Mao, and he has been on business trips in Hangzhou for a long time.

Brother Mao is extremely enthusiastic, and the three of them started chatting as soon as they met.Take Ningdu and Xuanhe to the public area of ​​the youth hostel for dinner.

This youth hostel is considered a five-star youth hostel, with well-equipped rooms and well-decorated public areas.There is a large small garden, indoor light bar, pool table, public computer and so on.Many young people are playing billiards, drinking and chatting.Playing relaxing English songs.

I ordered a pasta and hot cocoa for Xuanhe.Ning Du ordered a steak and coffee.Plus a pizza.It's the hostel's special today.

Ning Du cut half of the steak into small pieces and gave it to Xuanhe.Xuanhe has a special liking for food, but this time he also shared a part of his pasta with Ning Du, "you eat."

Ning Du was surprised, but also filled with joy.It has not been in vain to raise for so long. "Are you enough?"

Xuanhe nodded, "Enough."

I met a different self in time, and encountered different scenery during travel.

After lunch, after a rest, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Du took Xuan He straight to the West Lake.

Xuanhe has read many poems about West Lake, but he did not expect to see her with his own eyes one day.

Ning Du rented a bicycle, and Xuan He definitely didn't know how to ride it.

"Sit on it." Ning Du pointed to the back seat.

Xuanhe hesitated for a moment, then sat sideways and stepped forward.

"No, sit with your legs apart."

After finishing Xuanhe, Ning Du sat in the car, "Hold my waist."

Feeling Xuanhe's slender arms approaching, Ning Du stepped on the pedal, "Let's go~"

Immediately, Xuan He's arms tightened suddenly, and Ning Du felt his face pressed against his back.

"It's okay, my technique is very good, don't be nervous."

In May, the trees are not so brightly green, but still green, surrounding the jewel-like lake.Let her flow quietly and beautifully.

The water that has existed for thousands of years has life because of a legend, the laborers by the water, and the poet's feelings.

The wind was blowing warm and comfortable, Xuanhe chanted softly:

Outside the mountains, the green hills and the buildings outside the buildings, when will the West Lake dance stop?The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and Hangzhou is called Bianzhou.

The ancients still loved the flowers in Hangzhou and the warmth of Nanxiang. Xuanhe read this poem in the book Ningdu gave him.At that time, recalling the prosperous scene of Dazhou, he thought that maybe he could be born in Hangzhou a hundred years later, and he could also witness the beauty of the West, which was compared to Xizi.

Looking at the pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the wind and lotus in the Quyuan, he seems to have returned to the previous dynasty.Although it is different everywhere, there is also some comfort.

"Do you know the legend of the West Lake?" Ning Du's voice was mixed with the wind.

"Ok?"

"The story of the white lady and Xu Xian."

"do not know."

Ning Du took him to the Broken Bridge and briefly told the legend that has been passed down through the ages.

The Broken Bridge is not a Broken Bridge, but a very long arched stone bridge with ring holes, simple and elegant, surrounded by vast and beautiful West Lake.

"Let's take a photo." Ning Du took out the selfie stick, put his arms around Xuanhe and took a picture on the Broken Bridge.If Shan Qing is here, it must be said that they have no technical content.

"Did the white lady come back later?" Xuanhe was still thinking about the story.

"That's right, their child won the first prize and went to the pagoda to worship his mother. His filial piety moved the heavens, and the white lady was rescued, and the family was reunited."

"Great."

"That's Leifeng Pagoda." Ning Du pointed to a shadow of a pagoda not far away.

Xuanhe wanted to see it, but Ning Du hesitated a few times, because now the decoration inside Leifeng Pagoda is resplendent and extremely commercialized.Legends are beautiful, but it is not easy to preserve beautiful things.

Finally went.Xuanhe didn't feel anything, looking around, he was quite excited.

The night scene is beautiful and brilliant, and the lake still flows quietly, ignoring the world, only copying the lights and moonlight.

Xuanhe and Ningdu sat on the wooden chairs beside the road, blowing the evening breeze, facing the deep blue water and floating lights.There were people coming and going around, and I suddenly felt a little lost.

"Ningdu..."

"Ok?"

"I'm kind of homesick."

Ning Du paused, and wrapped his left arm around him. Xuanhe was very small, and Ning Du could still touch his head with his left hand. "Miss your mother?"

"Ah."

"Your mother will be happy knowing that you are here. She has done so much for your own good. Aren't you fine now?"

For the first time, Xuanhe showed his thoughts of missing home.Yes, Chinese people have always had a feeling for their hometown. Xuanhe was caught off guard and abandoned by the whole era. He would never go back to the place where he lived for 20 years, and he would never see his lonely relatives.

"Ningdu..."

"Ah."

After waiting for a while without hearing Xuan He's next words, Ning Du was not in a hurry, and kneaded his earlobe time after time.

"Can you not send me away?" His voice was erratic, as if blown away by the evening wind.

Ning Du couldn't tell what it was like, so he hugged him regardless of other people's eyes.He was still so skinny that he was about to shatter.Ning Du whispered in his ear, "I won't send you away."

Xuan He inexplicably felt his nose sore, and wrapped his thin white arms around Ning Du, "I don't want to go."

"Okay, don't go. Stay here forever."

Learning to ride a bicycle in a small theater

"I'm afraid! I'm afraid! Ah—it's crooked, it won't work...don't—" Xuan He kept screaming.

"That's right, that's right, that's it, very good, very good. I let go." Ning Du slowly let go of his hand, and ran behind with sweat on his face.

"No——" Xuanhe's car swayed from side to side, rising and falling with Xuanhe's screams. "It's about to fall!" Sure enough, the car tilted to the left.

"Stamp on the ground with your feet!" Ning Du anxiously instructed from behind.

Xuanhe didn't react, and fell to the ground together with the car.It was a loud noise.

"Wow——" Xuan He cried out in pain immediately.

People around the park all looked sideways. A little boy in red pointed at Xuan He and said to another little boy in blue: "Look at how stupid he is. I can ride a bicycle at the age of six. It's amazing!"

Ning Du had already walked up, turned off the bicycle, and picked him up.Looking at the bruised legs and arms, my heart ached to death, "I'm sorry, baby, are you okay."

Xuan He shook his head in his arms, blushing, "It's okay. Don't hug me, there are a lot of people."

"What are you afraid of?" Ning Du chuckled, bowed his head and kissed him on the cheek, "You are mine in the first place."

Xuan He grasped Ning Du's skirt nervously, his voice was like a mosquito, "Got it."

Seeing this, the red-faced boy said to the blue-clothed boy, "I'm stronger than him, why don't you kiss me?"

The boy in blue looked at him like a fool, and finally pretended to be helpless and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"I won't learn to ride a bicycle, okay?"

"Oh~ well, anyway, I can take you." Ning Du gently put him down, "Sit in the back seat."

Xuan He sat astride and put his arms around Ning Du's waist.

Ning Du turned his head and kissed his ear, "I will teach you a new posture tonight."

Xuan He's face turned red all of a sudden, and he bit his neck hard.

"Haha, let's go~" Ning Du took his wife home.

The boy in red looked at their backs for a while, and said to the boy in blue solemnly, "I want you to take me too."

"I won't bring anyone."

"Then I'll take you."

"Do you know?"

The boy in red patted his chest, "Of course, how good I am!"

The boy in blue sat up hesitantly.

"Let's go!" The boy in red gave a kick with a flushed face.

"thump--"