In the so-called villa, the floorboards creaked no matter where you stepped. Yang Jingxing stepped forward quietly, but his girlfriend's confused and slightly dissatisfied humming sounded behind his ears: "...Mr."

Looking back, the girl was groping without opening her eyes and hands. Yang Jingxing quickly comforted her: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

He Peiyuan reluctantly opened her eyes while sleeping comfortably, took a look and then reluctantly raised her neck: "What are you doing?"

Yang Jingxing really took it seriously: "Let me check the weather, the bullshit forecast, it looks like it's going to be sunny."

"Come back!" He Peiyuan was dissatisfied: "You won't wake up with me."

"Still sleeping, it's only seven o'clock." Yang Jingxing explained while jumping back on the bed: "Continue."

He Peiyuan hugged her boyfriend's neck and put her face on her arm, which was safer. She closed her eyes and muttered, "I was dreaming."

Yang Jingxing only had one thought: "Spring dream?"

"No." He Peiyuan closed her eyes and said, "We seem to have returned to ancient times. It's here, now, with high-rise buildings and orchestras. It's chaotic..."

Yang Jingxing was interested: "Is there any loud sound? It's distant and deep."

He Peiyuan was still too lazy to open her eyes: "What?"

Yang Jingxing was amused: "When the bell was ringing in the temple, you shrank into a ball. Did you turn into Bai Suzhen?"

He Peiyuan was proud: "You are not Xu Xian...when did you knock it?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know, it was not dawn, so I only woke up for a while. Go to sleep."

He Peiyuan looked half asleep and reluctant to let go: "I'm afraid I've forgotten, please help me remember. There are many ancient people, they are not very ancient, a bit like the old Dream of Red Mansions..."

Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "Are there many beauties?"

Although she was weak but her principles could not be broken, He Peiyuan insisted on banging her fist...

The environment was quite quiet, but probably because of her good work and rest habits, He Peiyuan only slept for more than half an hour. She opened her eyes again after eight o'clock, and quickly saw the form: "You won't sleep with me!" the voice said.

All much clearer.

Yang Jingxing put down his phone and laughed with him: "What do you mean by accompanying me?"

He Peiyuan obviously disliked the arm she was resting on, but she was too lazy to take the trouble to remove it for the time being, so she found another way: "I didn't even dream at all!"

Yang Jingxing simply asked for help: "Oh, I forgot what it was about before!"

He Peiyuan was still naughty when she was under the quilt: "It's the first time we spend the night without waking up together. It's not romantic at all..."

At least they got up and dressed and washed together. He Peiyuan was brave and thick-skinned. While brushing her teeth, she teased her boyfriend with her so-called buttocks.

The itinerary was carefully planned last night, and there was no need to discuss it any more today, but getting up more than half an hour early did not leave much time. There were windows on all four sides upstairs, and the scenery on each side was different, which made He Peiyuan regret not learning.

My photography skills are improved. Fortunately, Yang Jingxing knows a little bit about it and can basically satisfy his girlfriend.

I went downstairs to take pictures, and even more so after leaving the house. He Peiyuan wanted to work part-time again. After saving up money, she would continue to take pictures of Meimei in the spring and summer.

Yang Jingxing acted as a photographer along the way and worked almost with professional efficiency, but it was already past ten o'clock when we arrived at the restaurant.

Satisfied with admiring the photos, He Peiyuan also remembered that one of the key plans was to call her mother to emphasize that "everything was business as usual" and that nothing special had happened.

Fan Yali didn't seem to care if anything happened, but rather sternly suggested that her daughter had better go back to Puhai today. She couldn't delay going to work. No matter how beautiful and interesting the hotel was, there was no excuse for not having enough fun.

He Peiyuan had foreseen her mother's attitude, and Yang Jingxing did not dare to disobey her, and she herself was hesitant, so she would implement the first plan and check out first.

Yang Jingxing was angry. He had been diligent for so long and still not fully recognized, but his girlfriend fell in love with this shabby house at first sight and couldn't bear to part with it. She had to leave as soon as possible and never come back again!

He Peiyuan didn't even want to leave the yard. She had no choice but to say goodbye to the house: "I will never forget you." Another blowing kiss.

"You are mine!" Yang Jingxing hugged the girl and kissed her.

He Peiyuan struggled to fight.

After arriving at the temple, the two of them became more honest. Although there were many tourists of all kinds, the Buddhist atmosphere was still quite strong. At He Peiyuan's request, the two of them lined up for a while to worship Buddha devoutly and pray for their family's safety and health.

But then during the mountain climbing process, I discovered that there were so many places to worship. The impressions of the stone statues along the way were very inaccurate when I was a child, so He Peiyuan could only bow to them all facing the mountain to save trouble.

When we arrived at a place where we seemed to have to take photos, we helped a middle-aged couple, and the middle-aged woman admired and complimented her: "You are so beautiful."

He Peiyuan was not embarrassed, she accepted it with pleasure: "Thank you, you are very elegant too."

Yang Jingxing parroted the words and said to the middle-aged man: "You also have extraordinary bearing."

A man with extraordinary magnanimity doesn't want to talk nonsense. It's better for a woman to return the favor and satisfy Yang Jingxing's vanity. After walking together for a while, the middle-aged woman became more and more interested in inquiring. He Peiyuan seemed to have uncomfortable shoes and asked him to leave first, and then complained.

Boyfriend is a source of gossip.

Yang Jingxing argued with reason: "...it's not you who doesn't take a second look at me, it's all your fault!"

Although it didn't snow, it was still quite cold on the so-called peak. He Peiyuan was sweating a little again, and it got even colder when she stopped. She even took the initiative to get into the arms of the rogue, and asked: "Hold tighter."

"

Yang Jingxing actually felt embarrassed: "There are so many people."

He Peiyuan pouted at Lao Gao: "You don't love me..."

Yang Jingxing's hands were so strong that the slender girl screamed.

There was another quarrel when we were going down the mountain. He Peiyuan felt that the shoes her boyfriend bought were really useless. Yes, Yang Jingxing reminded her to wear yesterday's flat shoes in the morning, but if he didn't buy these boots, he wouldn't do it.

Wrong choice. A girl's thinking is really wonderful. He Peiyuan decided to take a cable car after going down the mountain to make up for the pain of climbing.

Since he had only ridden the cable car twice since he was a child, it was understandable that He Peiyuan was so scared that he screamed. What Yang Jingxing never expected was that compared to his comfort and encouragement, taking selfies was much more effective. In order to find the angle and background, He Peiyuan simply

I jumped up and down in the carriage and blamed my boyfriend for not cooperating promptly and fully.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we went up and down the mountain. Yesterday's repeated and careful plan had been completely disrupted. He Peiyuan did not let her boyfriend take full responsibility. She admitted that she had some decision-making deviations, but she could remedy it by skipping lunch.

, I can make up for it with dinner, but I have to go to Broken Bridge anyway.

When they got to the bridge, He Peiyuan was so playful that she nestled in her boyfriend's arms and called: "Guanren."

Yang Jingxing shivered from the numbness.

He Peiyuan snorted: "What!?"

Yang Jingxing explained: "I don't like tragedies."

He Peiyuan's eyes flashed: "Official...it's night, let's take a rest."

Yang Jingxing liked it: "What a good lady..."

Look, look, He Peiyuan's so-called decision-making mistakes were actually foresight. She returned to the hotel for dinner at nearly 7 o'clock in the evening. It started here and ended here. What a perfect twenty-four hours.

Yang Jingxing was convinced, but he was worried that it would not be easy to explain to his family, so he promised to rush back as soon as possible.

Hum, He Peiyuan is not afraid of He Weidong, he can be easily settled with just one phone call.

She had to hurry up and drive on the road after eight o'clock. He Peiyuan's first task was to look back at the photos. She was a little worried, because the analysis believed that most of her friends would also like this simple and exquisite feeling, so should she share recommendations?

What? This girl thinks she is also a person who is willing to share.

Yang Jingxing dared to support sharing. He Peiyuan was so sad and angry. The scoundrel clearly wanted to frame her. Humph, I don’t know how many surprises and romances he gave Qi Qingnuo at the beginning. Qi Qingnuo never shared it because this kind of sharing could easily be understood as

show off.

The more she looked at the photos, the more anxious He Peiyuan became: "Husband, what should I do? It's so beautiful! I'm afraid I can't help it."

Yang Jingxing tried hard to think of a solution: "I think it's very ordinary. The novelty wears off after a while. In fact, it's not suitable for living..."

"Okay!" He Peiyuan's eyes were filled with resentment: "...How dare you slander my obsession!"

Yang Jingxing got even angrier: "It's just shabby and old, what's so good about it?"

He Peiyuan strongly affirmed: "Yes! It's not as beautiful as yours! So you brought me to a shabby and old place?"

Yang Jingxing explained: "They said it was good. I thought it was really good. I shouldn't believe it."

He Peiyuan was too lazy to know more about it, so she thought: "Xue Yihan and the others must have been there, right?"

Yang Jingxing didn't understand: "I haven't heard them say it, but I should know."

He Peiyuan thought: "Let's tell them. I'll call her, lest Tan Dong think you blame him."

Yang Jingxing scolded: "We are not women...there is no need, why make a call when we are gone?"

He Peiyuan was worried: "It won't be good to mention it in the future. I didn't tell them when I came here. I really think you are stingy... Just say that you are the aunt who invited us to play, okay?"

Yang Jingxing still shook his head: "If you want to talk about yesterday, you should just talk about it, forget it."

He Peiyuan guessed that the good places in the surrounding area that Xue Yihan said were included there? If they really haven't been there, then He Peiyuan would like to suggest that the furniture designer go to the hotel and have a look, maybe they can get some inspiration. Xue Yihan's design style is probably

That direction.

Try to have a serious discussion from a cultural perspective. He Peiyuan quite understands that Xu An's friend can stay in this hotel for half a month, not to talk about self-cultivation. At least he can experience a kind of calmness away from the hustle and bustle, and there is something special.

Do you know the subtle feeling of "Peach Blossom Spring"?

Hahaha, Yang Jingxing has finally become famous. Not only does he know how to recite it, is he awesome?

He Peiyuan immediately revealed that she had also memorized the textbook. But unlike studying "Peach Blossom Spring", after arriving at the hotel yesterday, He Peiyuan felt a sense of intimacy in addition to the novelty? Is this the cultural inheritance in the blood? Imagine if

The hotels are all the kind of buildings seen in ancient paintings. Will this sense of intimacy be intensified or reduced? But if it were a ten-mile foreign market like that in old Shanghai, He Peiyuan believed that she would definitely not feel the sense of intimacy. Why?

Probably because of work, He Peiyuan showed the driver another photo of two musical instruments posed in a quaint room: "...I really like the feeling of playing the piano with my husband."

Yang Jingxing was greedy: "It's not the same as Ming anywhere."
To be continued...