Taking advantage of their free time in July, they seized the tail of their university life and planned a graduation trip.
The early morning of June is still misty. Chuyang clears away the fog and spreads the warm sunshine to the earth. It is also at this time that Chen Muyang and Song Yiran hold hands and board the high-speed rail to Suzhou.
The sound of track collision echoed in his ears with the gentle female voice of the station reporting station. The two of them were still sleepy and were dozing on each other. Chen Muyang woke up from time to time and looked at the information on the station reporting screen in front. After Song Yiran was awakened by a small movement, she rested on his shoulder in a confused manner, and found a comfortable position to continue taking a nap.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Suzhou Station. The Huangmei weather in June brought sultry moisture to the Jiangnan area.
Song Yiran wore a cool hat and an off-white dress, followed Chen Muyang with small steps, looking at him looking at the mobile phone map from time to time, while walking in the crowd at Suzhou Railway Station.
After arriving at the B&B by car, Song Yiran proudly showed off to him: Look, the B&B I booked is pretty good
He smiled: Very good
The B&B is a typical Jiangnan water town style. It is located in a quiet street and alley with white walls and black tiles on the outside, and exquisitely decorated Chinese-style home furnishings on the inside, reflecting the classical and elegant atmosphere.
The gentle sunlight shines in from the quaint carved window lattice, reflecting the shadow of the window lattice on the dark wooden floor. When the traveler steps through these lights and shadows, he is like walking on the illusory and soft flower path.
Open the window and you can see the weather-beaten stone bridge not far away. Below the stone bridge is a narrow river flowing slowly. On the river, a boatman is slowly sailing with a black-sailed boat.
On both sides of the river bank are family members, soaked in clear running water below the building, and the moss is covered with winding veins on the bricks at the bottom.
There are several freehand paintings of Wumen smoke in the room, and a faint incense lingers around.
There is a large balcony outside the house. Through the renovated glass, you can vaguely look at rows of houses in the distance. The green tiles on the roof of the herringbone structure are arranged neatly like fish scales.
Song Yiran leaned curiously against the door and looked down at the people walking slowly in the alley. Some people were drying clothes with forks across the river bank, some were lying on the bamboo couch with palm fan, and some were sweating profusely shouting.
The quiet and plainness here calmed her heart. When she opened the window, she seemed to smell the sweet fragrance of this small Jiangnan town, which was mixed with the tide and musty smell of Huangmeitian.
When she was addicted, she hugged her waist with a hot temperature. Chen Muyang put her chin on her shoulders and enjoyed the beautiful scenery with her.
The heat from his mouth blew itchy near her neck, she chuckled, and her careless laughter dispelled the tide in the air
***
During their days in Suzhou City, they visited several famous Suzhou gardens and spent their time leisurely in the town and market.
Song Yiran is addicted to sweetness. After tasting alleys, the soft and delicious water chestnut cake is her new favorite these days.
Chen Muyang has never quite understood why she loves sweets so much. She casually said: Alas, it's so hard, of course you can eat more sweets.
Hard?
Song Yiran, who was concentrating on eating soft cakes, reacted, saw him inquire with a smile, and said: Study Ah, work Ah, how hard it is, I will support you in the future
After hearing this, the boss lady who sold water chestnut cake looked at them several times as if she was watching the fun, trying to suppress the corner of her mouth.
Chen Muyang noticed the boss's eyes and blushed in shame. He poked her forehead helplessly and spit out a word:
Alas, are you swearing again? Wait for me
He smiled and asked: Is this a swear word?
What do you do? Do you think the boss lady will treat you as a slut? Your skin color is not similar, and I am not like a rich woman, hey
Do you owe beat?
On the way to the Humble Administrator's Garden, Song Yiran took a fancy to an oil paper umbrella. Chen Muyang bought it for her without saying a word. She happily held up the brand new and bright oil paper umbrella and trotted forward in steps.
Chen Muyang stared at her back from behind, and the sandals were lightly stepped on the bluestone road. When he stepped on a small pool of water, gray water marks gradually rose near the soles of the shoe.
The delicate ankles are graceful arcs in the air, the skirt is blooming, and the soft hair is whispering
Two flying butterflies and a cluster of flowers fighting for beauty were painted on the white oil-paper umbrella. The paintings on the umbrella seemed to become lively and vivid with her movements.
Song Yiran suddenly stopped, turned her head, and smiled at him: Go quickly Ah! After saying that, she stood there and waved to him.
This beautiful and distant scene is deeply engraved in Chen Muyang's mind, the sticky yellow plum sky, the wet Suzhou city, and the smiling Song Yiran
He hadn't had this kind of throbbing like a deep pool for a long time. The stuffy sticky and moist moisture wrapped him around his heart. The pounding heart seemed to be traveling through the bluestone road several years ago. Whether it was her waving to him on the plastic track or she hiding by the window to peek at his whereabouts, she still remembered it after many years.
It was not until she held his hand that Chen Muyang came to his senses. The umbrella bone of the oil-paper umbrella accidentally poked his ear. Chen Muyang hurriedly pushed the umbrella away, leaned over and got under the umbrella, approached her, and joked: Keep the umbrella high
While saying that, he automatically held the handle of the umbrella and helped her to hold it up high
The early morning of June is still misty. Chuyang clears away the fog and spreads the warm sunshine to the earth. It is also at this time that Chen Muyang and Song Yiran hold hands and board the high-speed rail to Suzhou.
The sound of track collision echoed in his ears with the gentle female voice of the station reporting station. The two of them were still sleepy and were dozing on each other. Chen Muyang woke up from time to time and looked at the information on the station reporting screen in front. After Song Yiran was awakened by a small movement, she rested on his shoulder in a confused manner, and found a comfortable position to continue taking a nap.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Suzhou Station. The Huangmei weather in June brought sultry moisture to the Jiangnan area.
Song Yiran wore a cool hat and an off-white dress, followed Chen Muyang with small steps, looking at him looking at the mobile phone map from time to time, while walking in the crowd at Suzhou Railway Station.
After arriving at the B&B by car, Song Yiran proudly showed off to him: Look, the B&B I booked is pretty good
He smiled: Very good
The B&B is a typical Jiangnan water town style. It is located in a quiet street and alley with white walls and black tiles on the outside, and exquisitely decorated Chinese-style home furnishings on the inside, reflecting the classical and elegant atmosphere.
The gentle sunlight shines in from the quaint carved window lattice, reflecting the shadow of the window lattice on the dark wooden floor. When the traveler steps through these lights and shadows, he is like walking on the illusory and soft flower path.
Open the window and you can see the weather-beaten stone bridge not far away. Below the stone bridge is a narrow river flowing slowly. On the river, a boatman is slowly sailing with a black-sailed boat.
On both sides of the river bank are family members, soaked in clear running water below the building, and the moss is covered with winding veins on the bricks at the bottom.
There are several freehand paintings of Wumen smoke in the room, and a faint incense lingers around.
There is a large balcony outside the house. Through the renovated glass, you can vaguely look at rows of houses in the distance. The green tiles on the roof of the herringbone structure are arranged neatly like fish scales.
Song Yiran leaned curiously against the door and looked down at the people walking slowly in the alley. Some people were drying clothes with forks across the river bank, some were lying on the bamboo couch with palm fan, and some were sweating profusely shouting.
The quiet and plainness here calmed her heart. When she opened the window, she seemed to smell the sweet fragrance of this small Jiangnan town, which was mixed with the tide and musty smell of Huangmeitian.
When she was addicted, she hugged her waist with a hot temperature. Chen Muyang put her chin on her shoulders and enjoyed the beautiful scenery with her.
The heat from his mouth blew itchy near her neck, she chuckled, and her careless laughter dispelled the tide in the air
***
During their days in Suzhou City, they visited several famous Suzhou gardens and spent their time leisurely in the town and market.
Song Yiran is addicted to sweetness. After tasting alleys, the soft and delicious water chestnut cake is her new favorite these days.
Chen Muyang has never quite understood why she loves sweets so much. She casually said: Alas, it's so hard, of course you can eat more sweets.
Hard?
Song Yiran, who was concentrating on eating soft cakes, reacted, saw him inquire with a smile, and said: Study Ah, work Ah, how hard it is, I will support you in the future
After hearing this, the boss lady who sold water chestnut cake looked at them several times as if she was watching the fun, trying to suppress the corner of her mouth.
Chen Muyang noticed the boss's eyes and blushed in shame. He poked her forehead helplessly and spit out a word:
Alas, are you swearing again? Wait for me
He smiled and asked: Is this a swear word?
What do you do? Do you think the boss lady will treat you as a slut? Your skin color is not similar, and I am not like a rich woman, hey
Do you owe beat?
On the way to the Humble Administrator's Garden, Song Yiran took a fancy to an oil paper umbrella. Chen Muyang bought it for her without saying a word. She happily held up the brand new and bright oil paper umbrella and trotted forward in steps.
Chen Muyang stared at her back from behind, and the sandals were lightly stepped on the bluestone road. When he stepped on a small pool of water, gray water marks gradually rose near the soles of the shoe.
The delicate ankles are graceful arcs in the air, the skirt is blooming, and the soft hair is whispering
Two flying butterflies and a cluster of flowers fighting for beauty were painted on the white oil-paper umbrella. The paintings on the umbrella seemed to become lively and vivid with her movements.
Song Yiran suddenly stopped, turned her head, and smiled at him: Go quickly Ah! After saying that, she stood there and waved to him.
This beautiful and distant scene is deeply engraved in Chen Muyang's mind, the sticky yellow plum sky, the wet Suzhou city, and the smiling Song Yiran
He hadn't had this kind of throbbing like a deep pool for a long time. The stuffy sticky and moist moisture wrapped him around his heart. The pounding heart seemed to be traveling through the bluestone road several years ago. Whether it was her waving to him on the plastic track or she hiding by the window to peek at his whereabouts, she still remembered it after many years.
It was not until she held his hand that Chen Muyang came to his senses. The umbrella bone of the oil-paper umbrella accidentally poked his ear. Chen Muyang hurriedly pushed the umbrella away, leaned over and got under the umbrella, approached her, and joked: Keep the umbrella high
While saying that, he automatically held the handle of the umbrella and helped her to hold it up high
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