The yacht has started slowly, and the direction it is going to is naturally the island in the middle of the lake. Yang Fan looked sideways at Shangguan Yuyao sitting next to him. She was wearing a white long dress today, sleeveless but relatively conservative, covering most of her body.
In some parts, silk ribbons are tied around the waist. This image that was originally a bit royal seems to be a bit more pure today. No wonder those pure and beautiful girls are described as white clothes.
Shangguan Yuyao didn't pay attention to Yang Fan's expression when he looked at her, she just lowered her head and pondered.
Yang Fan's eyes wandered, and he spent more time admiring the scenery of the lake. "Five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake, running towards the bottom of his eyes. The shore is draped with skirts, and I am delighted with the vastness!... Surrounded by fragrant rice, thousands of hectares of clear sand, nine
Xia Furong, Three Spring Willows." So majestic!
In a quarter of an hour, the yacht had arrived at the small island in the middle of the lake. Following Shangguan Yuyao, Yang Fan also stepped onto the plank road on the same pedal.
There is a wooden plank road about ten meters long, with steps directly in front leading directly to the top. On both sides are high walls more than two meters above the lake, presumably to prevent the invasion of wind and waves.
Climbing up the steps, it suddenly became clear. There was a flat land above, paved with square bricks. There were pavilions on both sides, with railings on the outermost side. Directly opposite where they went up was a winding corridor that led directly to the front, but it was blocked by green trees.
, there is no end in sight. There are various bonsais and plants all around. It seems that the owner of this island is quite elegant. Yang Fan originally thought that there must be someone here to greet him, but except for the few people who just picked up the yacht, there seemed to be no one on it.
, and Shangguan Yuyao walked straight to the corridor directly opposite as if she was in a deserted place.
"Why don't you leave?" Shangguan Yuyao turned around and asked.
"Beauty with beautiful scenery, just a little more obsessed with her." Yang Fan said with a smile.
Are you walking too fast? You must slow down for such a beautiful scenery! Who said that, you must appreciate the scenery on the roadside during your performance! Do you know?
"Then let's go quickly!" Shangguan Yuyao immediately turned back and walked forward. Yang Fan also quickened his pace and slowly followed.
The cloister is mainly made of wood, and the various patterns painted on it are very beautiful. The story of the West Chamber, Peony Pavilion, drinking together in the Qiantang, fishing alone in the cold river, various patterns, exquisite paintings, Yang Fan can't help but feel a little more respect, here are
Master!
There are green bamboos around the corridor, and at the end is a screen wall with a pattern of cranes singing in unison and dots of grass.
After entering the gate, I finally saw someone. Looking up again, I saw a two-story antique building that was very exquisite. It reminded Yang Fan of many ancient buildings in Yanjing's parks.
"You're here, Yaoyao." A middle-aged aunt was pruning bonsai in the yard.
"Yes, Mrs. Liu." Shangguan Yuyao replied.
"Master has been waiting for you inside for a long time, come in quickly!" Mrs. Liu urged, while she stared at Yang Fan carefully for a while.
"Yes." Shangguan Yuyao said, walking to the north, gently pushing the door open, followed by Yang Fan, and the two entered the two-story building.
"The master is in the study upstairs!" an old man in his sixties said proactively when he saw Shangguan Yuyao.
"Well, I understand, Mu Bo, I'll go up." Then he turned to look at Yang Fan and motioned for Yang Fan to follow him. Mu Bo's eyes also stared at Yang Fan for a long time.
Yang Fan followed Shangguan Yuyao's previous instructions and didn't say much. He just followed Shangguan Yuyao up the stairs.
The antique wooden stairs and walls are full of Chinese paintings and calligraphy, unlike Shangguan Yuyao's living room which is full of oil paintings.
When they reached the second floor, Shangguan Yuyao knocked on the door lightly. "Come in!" Shangguan Yuyao then pushed the door open and held it tightly, followed closely by Yang Fan.
All this seemed to be beyond Yang Fan's expectation. Yang Fan originally thought that on this small island in the middle of the lake, there must be a reclusive master with many servants and countless bodyguards. But when he entered the door, he saw sitting on the Taishi chair.
The old man and Yang Fan were also surprised.
Simple! Low-key! Inconspicuous!
In fact, I say old but not old, because my hair is only white on the temples and thick, and there are not many wrinkles on my face. Is this the owner of this place? Is this person Shangguan Yuyao's grandfather?
"Dad!" Shangguan Yuyao said.
Dad? Yang Fan was surprised. Although this old man is not old, as Shangguan Yuyao's father, he is too old. Shangguan Yuyao will never exceed 3, but why does this old man want it? How can he be dad?
"This is your bodyguard, his name is Yang Fan, right?" The old man suddenly turned his eyes to Yang Fan and said, "You can sit down too!"
"Well, I'm Yang Fan, thank you, uncle." After saying that, Yang Fan also sat down on the chair next to Shangguan Yuyao.
The decoration in the study room is not very luxurious, but there are several bookshelves, and they are all filled with books. There is an ancient wooden table, four chairs, and only one photo hanging on the west wall, a family portrait of many people.
Yang Fan unconsciously saw the girl in the middle of the picture. Who was that slim figure if it wasn't Shangguan Yuyao?
After a while, Mrs. Liu opened the door and came in, and tea was served.
Shangguan Yuyao seemed to be in a bad mood. She was silent for a long time before she said, "Why did you call me here today?"
"Does a father need a reason to see his daughter?" The old man was not angry, but looked at Shangguan Yuyao quietly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Shangguan Yuyao stood up as she spoke.
"Yao Yao!" The old man said in a pleading tone, with a little sadness in his eyes.
"Fathers don't need a reason to see their daughters, but over the years I've wanted to see you so many times that I couldn't. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't go to your birthday party. Does a daughter need so many reasons to see her father?" Shangguan Yuyao's tone suddenly changed.
Strictly, the voice was raised a lot.
"Yao Yao, I know it was my fault in those years, but I have tried my best to make up for my mistakes. Didn't we agree when we had the New Year's Eve dinner last year that we should not dwell on these past events in the future? It's all over.
?" The old man suddenly became excited and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Is everything okay in the company?"
"I heard that Fang Yishan's son went to Qingshan Road to trouble you a few days ago?" the old man asked.
"Actually -" Hearing this, Yang Fan suddenly spoke.
In fact, he was causing trouble for me, but Yang Fan did not continue because Shangguan Yuyao's murderous eyes were staring at Yang Fan fiercely.
"He doesn't dare yet!" Shangguan Yuyao replied. Naturally, he was referring to Fang Hao, Fang Yishan's son.
"I know he doesn't dare, but you're not young anymore. It's time to make a decision."
"I have the final say in my own affairs." Shangguan Yuyao answered firmly, and Yang Fan naturally understood that this matter was a lifelong event.
"Well, I know, but you are not unaware of the current situation. I still hope you will make the fastest and best decision."
"Stop talking, I will decide myself." Shangguan Yuyao's answer was even firmer than before.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." The old man sighed, "One more thing, your Aunt Chun is sick. She is in Kuncheng No. 1 Municipal Hospital. You - I hope you go and see her."
