The flight from Xingcheng to Hangcheng takes about one hour and forty minutes.
The sky had just turned dark, and Gu Yun said goodbye to Hua Shiyuan, who was reluctant to leave, and landed at Xiaoshan Airport.
There is heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Since ancient times, Hangzhou has been a city with beautiful mountains and rivers and a rich cultural and artistic atmosphere.
Gu Yun, who had just landed, did not notify Wen Jue. He just waved to hail a taxi and enjoyed the scenery of Hangzhou along the way.
Hangzhou people are very interesting in life. When it snows, the locals are particularly interested. They either go to Broken Bridge to enjoy the snow or go to Gushan to look for plum blossoms. Along the way from the airport to the city, Gu Yun saw many things.
Few people were walking around with cameras or mobile phones.
He was no exception and took a photo of Wen Jue with osmanthus beside him as a reply to the question mark.
"You came to Hangzhou? Where are you?"
The other party responded quickly to the message, and before Gu Yun could type to acknowledge it, a phone call was made.
As a half-local, Wen Jue recognized Gu Yun's location at a glance.
Wengjia Mountain is located southwest of Nanfeng Peak, and the osmanthus here is very famous.
"Qiantang County Chronicle" records: "The land is suitable for Gui, and in autumn it is like entering a country with many fragrances."
Yu Dafu's novel "Chi Osmanthus" is about the mountain scenery here.
"I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear that my love would ruin my beauty."
If "The Love of King Yu" were not set in the romantic Hangzhou, their romance would probably be compromised.
After making a phone call, Gu Yun turned around and told the driver the location of Wen Ju's home, and the taxi went straight to the West Lake District.
By the West Lake, Gu Yun saw Wen Jue, who was well dressed but had a resentful look on his face.
At a glance, you can see the brown coat wrapped around the girl's body, an aura-filled black dress layered on top of her lower body, and boots of the same color under her feet, making her look tall and beautiful.
Bright colors are attached to the small high collar of the inner wear, or between the shirt cuffs that are inadvertently exposed. The restrained dark colors stabilize the high-end tone, and the high-profile bright colors are just dotted in the middle, just enough to firmly attract the attention of passers-by on the street.
attention.
The textbook dressing style of bright inside and dark outside is simply a waste of money in this era when street photography is not very popular. Otherwise, Wen Jue would be able to support many photographers just by going out on the street.
Wen Jue stood just like that on the edge of the West Lake, with the deep blue gem-like water behind him. The purest beauty of man and nature was spread out in Gu Yun's eyes.
"It's not easy, Mr. Gu. I didn't expect you to remember to come to me after setting off the fireworks."
The mountains in Hangzhou are warm and soft, and the beauties are like jade. The women in Hangzhou speak as beautifully as the waves in the willows and hear the orioles, and their eyes are as bright as the autumn moon on a flat lake. They are uniquely graceful and elegant like the women in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wen Jue is the best among them, even the yin and yang strangeness is a bit soft and charming.
"Happy New Year, how could I forget what I promised you."
Gu Yun took two steps forward and held the girl tightly in his arms.
In fact, the winter vacation had not been long, but after not seeing each other for a while, his longing for Wen Jue became much stronger.
"Why did you take such a big box?"
Wen Jue broke away from Gu Yun's arms and pointed at the huge suitcase in his hand.
"I brought some specialties from our hometown to my aunt. When we meet for the first time, you won't let me bring you cigarettes or alcohol. You can't come to the door empty-handed."
Gu Yun held Wen Jue's hand, and the two of them walked along the green corridor with trees.
Jiangnan is Jiangnan after all. The warm and humid climate allows many trees here to stay green even in the cold winter.
Therefore, many northerners who come to Hangzhou will be amazed.
"You didn't bring any Star City specialties, did you?"
After hearing Gu Yun's explanation, Wen Jue smiled and nodded, then asked a question.
"???"
"No, how is this possible? Don't talk nonsense. I feel like auntie won't like it."
Even though Gu Yun was thick-skinned, he felt a little guilty when faced with this kind of problem.
Because he was not sure what the other party liked and what to give as a gift, he actually bought a lot of local specialties in Star City. After all, it was not strange to give gifts to many people.
"I won't take you to visit the scenic spots while carrying your luggage. Let's go directly to home?"
Wen Jue led Gu Yun to the vicinity of Leifeng Pagoda. She raised her wrist and looked at the time.
Everyone says that when it comes to the West Lake, you must see Leifeng Pagoda. But to appreciate Leifeng Pagoda, you don’t have to climb the tower and go upstairs. You can also enjoy the beautiful scenery from a distance.
The mountains stretch out, and the Leifeng Pagoda stands on the top of the mountain, unmoving.
If the mist rises, the mountain tower will resemble the lake, and the color will darken, turning it into a landscape painting with a far-reaching artistic conception.
There is no need for complicated line drawings or brilliant colors. All you need is one stroke, one ink and one piece of paper. It is at your fingertips and the complex is simplified. Everything is in the blank space.
This is exactly what the Wen Ju family is like.
The place where my mother and she live is the Youngor Yuxihu Community that was completed in early 2012. In Hangzhou, where land is at a premium, the greening rate can reach 35%.
As soon as he stepped into Wen Ju's house, Gu Yun felt a literary and artistic atmosphere. Whether it was the huge landscape painting on the wall of the living room or the niche and exquisite decoration style, all the details reflected the uniqueness of the hostess.
"Mom, this is my boyfriend, Gu Yun."
Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a beautiful middle-aged woman, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to Wen Jue's. She nodded to Gu Yun, smiled and said hello.
"Xiao Gu is here. I often hear our Orange talking about you. Today I finally met you in person."
While the two were changing their slippers, Wen Jue's mother, Chi Jianglan, stood up and took out a box of West Lake Longjing from the cabinet and started soaking it.
"Auntie, is this the special West Lake Longjing?"
As the level of wealth continues to increase, Gu Yun's taste has also improved a lot.
Especially every time when I go out to socialize or receive guests, I see a lot of various kinds of expensive tea leaves, which naturally develops a keen eye for me.
As soon as he sat down, Gu Yun found the starting point for chatting with Wen Jue's mother.
Special-grade West Lake Longjing tea is flat, smooth and straight, with a bright green color, a fresh and clear aroma, a fresh and sweet taste, and the bottom of the leaves are delicate and flowery.
Among them, Longjing tea picked before the Qingming Festival is also referred to as Mingqian Longjing, and is also known as Nuerhong.
An ancient saying goes: "Outside the courtyard, the lotuses and flowers smile, and the girls in Longjing before the Ming Dynasty are red."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! West Lake Longjing tea, like West Lake, is the perfect crystallization of man, nature and culture, and is an important carrier of West Lake regional culture.
"Yes, I didn't expect that at such a young age, Xiao Gu, you are also a tea lover."
Chi Jianglan nodded and answered with a smile.
Young people in this era are generally impetuous, and drinking and drinking are everywhere. People who have the patience to drink tea are becoming increasingly rare.
From the simple detail of Gu Yun's knowledge of the premium West Lake Longjing, Chi Jianglan could see that the young man in front of him not only liked drinking tea, but did not have an in-depth understanding and taste of tea. Even the locals could never tell the mystery.
"Auntie loves to drink tea, so I brought some local specialties during the Chinese New Year. I hope you like it."
Seeing that Wen Jue's mother loved tea so much, Gu Yun made up his mind. He smiled and took out a box of Junshan Silver Needles he bought in Xingcheng and handed it to Chi Jianglan.
"Hey, Junshan Silver Needle, this is a great gift from Xiao Gu."
Chi Jianglan had a smile on her face. Since it was a gift from her future son-in-law, she simply accepted the meeting gift.
She was also a good judge of goods, so she waved to Wen Jue at that time.
"Orange, go get a glass from the cabinet."
Junshan Yinzhen tastes very particular, and its brewing technique is also different from other teas.
The teacup should be made of high-temperature-resistant transparent glass, and the lid should be tight and airtight. The water for brewing must be boiling water that has just boiled in the earthen pot. The brewing speed should be fast. When flushing, the spout should be lifted quickly from the mouth of the cup to six
, a height of 70 centimeters. After the water is full, cover the cup quickly and then remove the lid after three minutes.
"okay."
When Chi Jianglan wasn't paying attention, Wen Jue glared at Gu Yun fiercely, his eyes full of anger.
What you just told me was that you were playing a word game, right?
Who doesn’t know that Junshan Silver Needle is a local specialty of Hunan Province?
But Wen Jue, who has always been filial, had to admit that the precious tea he sent was indeed delivered to his mother's heart.
Although my mother seems very happy, why am I so unhappy?
