My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 567: Jiangnan? girl

When it comes to the Jiangnan water village, what people often think of is the clear and Mongolian background like ink painting, the continuous rippling river, the small courtyard with white walls and black tiles.

That is the memory of the old town in Jiangnan's poems and paintings. However, in the process of modernization, there are not many such old towns left. The pathways paved with bluestone slabs have become straight and flat concrete roads, and the oopeng boats have long been replaced by beetle-like cars.

If you want to find some traces of Jiangnan, you can only go to those parks or scenic spots specially set up for tourists. Or there, it is the only symbol of identity remaining in a metropolis with similarities and small differences!

On this day, a girl in a white dress and a plain skirt, riding a big wheeled bicycle, came along the riverside path. The janitor of the park had been waiting there a long time ago, and when he saw her coming, he opened the gate with a smile.

The girl got out of the car and bowed politely. The lush white jade fingers gently pulled out the long hair and pushed them behind the ears, revealing the exquisite face that eclipsed Baihua, the cold eyebrows, and the faint sadness, which made people feel pity but did not dare to approach. Needless to say, this is Duan Xueqing that has been away from Guangzhou for a long time.

Duan Xueqing did not continue to look for work after returning to his hometown, but stayed at home. Duan mother saw her daughter's emotional injury, she didn't ask much, and gave time and space to let her daughter slowly figure it out.

After Duan Xueqing came back, my favorite thing to do was to read a book in the old park near my home. For months, regardless of rain or shine, she rode an old Phoenix bicycle unmoved.

There is a tea house near the river in the park, the old-style tea house, the big bowl of tea with the Eight Immortals table, but because of the old generation of Shao opera masters, it has attracted many local acquaintances, and some tourists will come here especially, so the tea house It is often full, and you can't even find a seat!

However, Duan Xueqing is not worried about having no position. Because this teahouse is also opened by their home, there is a Linhe private room that will always be reserved for her.

private room is lit with a touch of sandalwood. It is not as strong as ordinary incense, and even the mellow aroma of tea cannot be concealed. It is just that, in silence, it is diffused in private room, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The light smoke rising upright, dotted with the simple calligraphy and painting on the wall, made people dazed, as if returning to the flourishing age of the Tang Dynasty where poetry met friends.

Without the need of other people's service, Duan Xueqing boiled water to make tea by himself, then leaned against the window lattice of Wangjiang, turned the pages of the book, followed the ivory bookmark to find the place where I read the last time, took a sip of tea, and continued reading.

Duan Xueqing has brought several books, all of which are completely different in type. On the side, there is a newly published romance novel in China, one is the English version of "The Metamorphosis" by the German writer Kafka, and the other is the original Spanish novel-Fernan Cavalle Luo's "Seagull".

The book she is holding in her hand is a translation theory book. This book introduces the mainstream functional translation theory in China. The author is unique, it is her dean, Yang Guo The current tutor Chen Zongdai! Reading this book, Duan Xueqing's mood is not calm, as can be seen from her slightly shaking hands.

It is also not easy to forget a person who has been in crush for several years. Duan Xueqing left Guangzhou for a few months and never contacted Yang Guo actively-only Yang Guo called her a few times, and no longer paid attention to Weibo of Yang Guo, but that person seemed to be deeply rooted in his heart, jumping out and disturbing himself from time to time Calm thoughts.

When I read a book about translation theory, Duan Xueqing would think of Yang Guo. At that time, I would not know where to use my heart when I was sad and sorrowful. It was very uncomfortable and helpless.

Duan Xueqing is actually a bit self-sufficient. She could have left these books and don’t want to read it again, but she was reluctant, as if she was addicted to self-abuse, she had to pick up and read two pages every day, making her shocked. The pain spread throughout the body.

Unknowingly, just as bright red plum blossoms bloomed in the snowy world, the snow-white skin of Duan Xueqing was flushed, and the eye sockets were slightly reddish. The originally ethereal and beautiful eyes were covered with a thin mist.

"Hi!" Suddenly, a clear call came from outside the window, interrupting Duan Xueqing's inextricable clutter.

Duan Xueqing quickly rubbed his eye sockets, and gently wiped away the tears with the slender ring finger of his left hand, and looked out the window. There was a tall figure outside, standing on the dam by the river, waving at her.

It's that man! Duan Xueqing looked at him in a daze.

Duan Xueqing saw the man in a black casual shirt. Two days ago, Duan Xueqing was sitting in private room reading a book. He broke in by mistake because of a mistake.

Although it was a little shocked, his good cultivation and polite apology still left a good impression on Duan Xueqing. The man didn't entangle too much, nor did he even deliberately ask for contact information because of Duan Xueqing's beauty. After apologizing, he retired.

Duan Xueqing has a good memory, and even if her memory is not good, she still remembers this reckless but polite man, who doesn't know a few people. Therefore, when he turned his head and looked out the window, Duan Xueqing recognized him at a glance.

However, Duan Xueqing's surprise was not because it recognized him. In fact, very few people came to the place where the man was standing, because behind the teahouse were bushes, and then there was a wide river surface. The only place to stay is the long and narrow dam. It is only able to land because it is not as wide as a foot. If you are not careful, it is very possible to step on the air and fall into the water.

"Don't stand there, it's dangerous!" Duan Xueqing shook his hand anxiously, then motioned for him to come down from the dam.

I saw that man saw Duan Xueqing beckoning to her, he was very happy. He didn’t know if he understood the Duan Xueqing gesture, he made a gesture of ok to Duan Xueqing from a distance, and then moved along the dam. Coming down, trot all the way, and soon disappeared.

Duan Xueqing looked a little inexplicable~IndoMTL.com~ However, she was originally a very cold personality and didn't care. Turning her head, she put down the translation theory book in her hand and picked up the Spanish that was placed on the top. The original "Seagull", quietly turned over.

After a few minutes, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"Sir, this is a private private room, you can't go in!" The teahouse waiter's voice came in.

"I know," a gentle, slightly magnetic male voice also sounded, "Hehe, don't worry, I know the owner inside, and she asked me to come over. Well, otherwise, you open the door and ask One question, if not, I will leave without saying anything. I will definitely not trouble you, don’t worry!"

Although he is not necessarily a local, he should also be from Jiangnan. Wu Nong has a pure accent, and sounds very kind and not obtrusive. The voice that was deliberately lowered seemed to be worried about disturbing the silence of private room, just as polite as him.

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