Porcelain industry leader

At around 03:30, Gu Qingchi still didn't see the scene in his memory.

At first, he admired that the appearance of the city had improved so much that he couldn't recognize it at all. Later, he realized that he made a mistake in the navigation and drove to the next town. Song Yu pointed at his temple and babbled for more than ten minutes.

Finally, he pressed Song Yu on the back of the chair and ended with a deep kiss.

This is the experience he has accumulated from living with Song Yu for several months. Whenever Song Yu raises his voice to tease people, he must not yell at him, otherwise Song Yu will be like a cat whose hair has exploded. The louder and fiercer it gets.

No matter how big the problem is, it only needs a kiss to solve it, and if it's not enough, just scratch it on the bed until it's tidied up.

But in the future, this tickle may have to be replaced by something else, Lu Qingchi thought while resting his cheeks.

It was already past five o'clock in the evening when the car arrived at Xizhen.

The place to stay was booked online in advance by Song Yu. When he read the guide, he saw that there were many reviews recommending this ancient inn called "Manshi Taoyuan".

The inn is built next to the river, and the yard is surrounded by gray and white walls. It is about two meters high, and the yard is full of peach trees, just like its name.

The entrance is a winding corridor, with green vines covering the wooden frame, just after a drizzle, the air is filled with the unique freshness of vegetation.

The strange stones in the courtyard are towering, the ancient cypresses are towering, and the pavilions and pavilions are exquisite and elegant, with an indescribable ancient beauty.

Lu Qingchi dragged two of the largest suitcases, and walked on the thick bluestone slab, he couldn't help sighing, "It's so beautiful, it feels like I have traveled to ancient times."

"That's not time-traveling, you're returning to your dynasty." Song Yu looked back at him.

"Huh?" Gu Qingchi didn't quite understand.

"Didn't you just come from ancient time travel?" Song Yu recalled the day he first met Gu Qingchi, the corners of his mouth immediately raised, "The day you first met me, you asked me to borrow my mobile phone and how to make a call, Then I wondered if you traveled from ancient times."

"Is your first impression of me bad?" Gu Qingchi asked with a smile.

"Actually, the first impression is that you are good-looking, and you don't think you are a good person until you open your mouth." Song Yu walked side by side with him.

Gu Qingchi laughed for a while, raised his head, and sighed softly, "Time flies so fast, half a year has passed in a flash, and everything has changed."

"You will be able to read idioms in no time." Song Yu smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Who would have thought that he would end up with this little bastard, Gu Qingchi.

Oh no.

Gu Qingchi is cute.

The receptionists in the inn were all dressed up as ancient people. The men had long braids hanging behind their heads, and the women wore flag dresses with flag buns, and delicate and elegant light makeup on their faces.

"Guest officer, your room is on the third floor." A girl in plain pink clothes handed Gu Qingchi a key.

"Thank you." As soon as Gu Qingchi took the key, a young man standing aside helped them lift the suitcase up.

After opening the door, the young man patiently and meticulously introduced the facilities in the house. After explaining some safety matters, he bowed slightly and retreated to the door, "I wish you all a good time."

"Thank you." Song Yu nodded with a smile.

The all-wooden decoration of the room and the bamboo forest outside the window gave Gu Qingchi a feeling of time travel.

"Do you think there will be monsters at night?" Gu Qingchi pointed to the bamboo outside the window, "The bamboo demon floats in from the window."

"The pig demon is so heavy, it can't climb up to the third floor." Song Yu pushed the luggage to the side of the coffee table and started to pack things.

"It's not a pig demon, it's a bamboo demon, a fairy transformed from bamboo." Gu Qingchi walked to the bathroom again.

"Did you read Journey to the West too much? I think you are a little goblin, and you harm a pure and kind boy from a good family like me all day long." Song Yu said without blushing.

Gu Qingchi glanced at him indiscriminately, "You were the one who seduced me first."

"Why did I seduce you first, where did I seduce you? You are naked and begged me to let me apply the medicine for you, and let me touch your abdominal muscles, are you ashamed?" Song Yu pulled up voice.

Gu Qingchi was completely used to this kind of behavior of dunking the shit bowl, so he stopped arguing with him, walked out after visiting the bathroom, and said, "I thought the toilet would also be made of mahogany."

"Do I have to carve it for you, and then you go to the toilet to empty it by yourself?" Song Yu joked with a smile in his eyes.

"Farewell then," Gu Qingchi thought for a while and said, "I want to give a red envelope to the person who invented the flush toilet."

"The flush toilet was invented by British priest Harrington, but he has gone to a far away place, and you can't find him." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi was stunned for two seconds, then said "Oh" as if he had suddenly realized, and bowed in the air earnestly and sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Ha, for your invention of the flush toilet that has benefited thousands of people."

Song Yu fell back, laughing so hard that the mattress was shaking.

Due to the long delay on the road, Song Yu was really hungry, so he had dinner directly at a noodle restaurant near the inn.

For him, birthday is just a formality, the point is not what to eat or play, but the person who is by his side.

"Happy birthday." Gu Qingchi rubbed Song Yu's forehead.

"Hey, it's a pleasure to have you around." Song Yu held the back of his hand and kissed it.

Walking out of the noodle shop, the two walked along the river.

This old street has not yet been fully commercialized, and it becomes very quiet after nightfall.

Most of the people living around are locals. The houses are all green tiles and white walls. Some people grow wintersweet in their yards. When they walk by, they can smell the refreshing fragrance.

When the two of them passed a turn hand in hand, they saw an old man with gray hair who was still setting up a street stall.

The old man was sitting against the wall, and in front of him was a half-meter-high square table covered with a layer of beige old cloth. He was lowering his head, earnestly piercing a Kongming lantern, and his weather-beaten hands were red from the cold. .

A yellow dog was curled up by their legs, and their figures were particularly emaciated and pitiful against the dim yellow streetlights.

"Uncle, how much is this lamp?" Song Yu asked, pointing to the Kongming lantern that had already been tied on the table.

"Eight yuan." The old man spoke the local dialect, afraid that people would not understand, he stretched out two fingers and gestured in the air.

"It's so cheap," Song Yu said, "I want all of these, you should go home early and rest."

The old man raised his head overjoyed, "Are you here to travel?"

"Yes, you still set up a stall at night, why don't you make it at home and sell it during the day." Song Yu asked.

"It's not allowed to set up stalls here during the day, and you can't come out until the urban management is off work." The old man put the remaining lamps into a black bag almost with tears in his eyes, and his fingers trembled a little when he collected the money.

I don't know if it's because of the cold or what.

Later, after chatting with the old man for a while, I realized that his children are all working in other places, and they only come home once during the New Year.

His wife had a stroke a few years ago, and now he and a dog are the only ones left at home, but they feel lonely when they go home. They can still see and chat with people on the side of the road outside.

The two stood at the intersection and accompanied the old man to tie up the last Kongming lantern. While chatting, they accidentally learned that the old man was a fortune teller when he was young.

Gu Qingchi found it interesting, and was about to pay him to make a fortune teller, but the old man immediately waved his hand to reject his offer, saying that he could test their fortunes for free.

Fortune-telling usually relies on horoscopes, but Gu Qingchi didn't even know his own birthday, so he could only show him his palm reading with his left palm.

The old man read a series of incomprehensible words, Gu Qingchi scratched his head in confusion, "Can you make it simpler? Am I suffering from a bloody disaster?"

"Do you have a hole in your head?" Song Yu poked his temple, "Uncle Ren said that your life is good, the future will be smooth sailing, and you will be rich after the age of 30."

The old man stroked his beard with a smile, "Danmo Qingchi, your name is also well mentioned. The ink pond is clean and free of variegated colors. The person who nominated you must wish you to be elegant and talented, and live a clean and upright life."

"Then can you figure it out for me, do I have a rich life?" Song Yu was always worried that his father's company would collapse in his hands sooner or later.

"Wealth depends on how you define it. Some people don't think it's enough even if they earn tens of billions." The old man patted the back of Song Yu's hand and said with a smile, "Only when you know how to be content and be grateful, can you be rich?" The greatest wealth of your life."

Before leaving, the old man gave them both a peace talisman.

Song Yu was in a good mood, and he and Gu Qingchi walked to the small lake, and wrote their wishes for the future on the Kongming Lantern with their backs facing each other.

When the lights were set off, Song Yu raised his head and took a picture, which he posted on Moments.

On the way home, Dad called. Song Yu responded to his nagging calmly, "I know, I will go back when I have time."

"Has your friend's matter been resolved?" Song Zhengchu asked.

"It's solved." Song Yu sat on the bench by the lake and glanced at Gu Qingchi who was splashing with water.

"How did I hear that he still lives with you?" Song Zhengchu said.

"It's not illegal to live together." Song Yu said with a smile.

Song Zhengchu coughed a few times on the phone, and finally recovered, "It's all right, then take good care of yourself and go to bed early at night."

"Well, you should smoke less, you've coughed up like this." Song Yu said.

"My cough has nothing to do with smoking. It's mainly because I caught a cold because it's hot and cold this day." Song Zhengchu coughed twice again.

"Put it down," Song Yu rolled his eyes, imitating his father's tone and said, "I asked you to quit smoking for your own good."

Song Zhengchu smiled gratifiedly, "Okay, I see."

After hanging up the phone, the two walked back hand in hand.

After walking for nearly ten kilometers, Song Yu's calf was so painful that he flung himself on the big soft bed motionless as soon as he arrived in the room.

There was heating in the room, and within 2 minutes I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"Go take a shower first." Gu Qingchi scratched his waist from behind.

Song Yu twisted his waist twice like a little snake, and said in a muffled voice, "Go ahead, let me squint for a while."

"Come on, you squinted your head and screamed like a dead pig, you can't wake up," Gu Qingchi patted his butt twice, warning, "Hurry up! Get up! Or I'll tear your pants off. "

"Pick it up." Song Yu was really too lazy to move.

Gu Qingchi's hands were as quick as lightning, and he pulled off Song Yu's outer pants in two or three strokes, and even tickled him after pulling.

Song Yu was so happy being bullied, he turned over like a salted fish, raised his hand and shook, "Give me a hand."

Gu Qingchi supported Song Yu's back and lifted him up from the bed.

"I said one, two, three, and then I jumped on you." Song Yu stood on the bed.

Gu Qingchi said "Yes", and Song Yu immediately counted.

Before Gu Qingchi opened his arms to welcome him, Song Yu rushed forward, hanging on Gu Qingchi like a koala.

Gu Qingchi took two steps back before he stabilized, raised his hand to hug Song Yu's thigh, raised his head and said, "Did you eat Ersan?"

Song Yu laughed loudly, and his legs were really excited, wrapping around Gu Qingchi's waist tightly, "That's right, can't you?"

Gu Qingchi kissed his neck, smiled and walked to the bathroom, "Two or three are not tasty, I'll give you something else."