The West Lake at night is also extremely beautiful.
The embankment of the West Lake is dotted with colorful lights, and the willows and peach trees that complement each other along the embankment are hung with dazzling light strips. The little bits of light are reflected on the lake, causing the ripples to shine, which is beautiful.
The Juxian Pavilion in the center of the lake is beautiful and picturesque under the lighting decoration, like a graceful and dignified beauty gliding on the water. The flat mirror-like lake surface also reflects the scenery and complements it. Uncle Bao on the distant mountain The pagoda is delicate and graceful. Surrounded by distant mountains and near water, it highlights the dreamy beauty of West Lake.
There are so many tourists, the willow branches are swaying, the breeze is blowing over the Buddha's face, and the blue waves are rippling.
The West Lake is full of light at night. Under the bright lights, it looks like a peerless beauty in costume, showing a quiet but stunning beauty.
"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup."
Ye Junlang couldn't help but speak, and his poems flourished.
Chen Chenyu rolled his eyes at Ye Junlang and said, "Why does the taste of this famous saying that has been passed down through the ages change when you say it in your mouth? It's a bit weird."
Ye Junlang quickly said seriously: "Chen Yu, after all, I am also a security guard at a key university in the country. Our Jianghai University has a deep cultural heritage and a strong cultural atmosphere. Under the influence of working as a security guard there day and night, how many I have also become more literate. I don’t want to write poems out of my mouth, but it is still possible to recite a few ancient poems when the occasion arises. No, the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in front of me at night is very suitable for the occasion, and I can’t control my poetry. Big hair."
"It's true. How can a gangster like you be influenced by the so-called cultural atmosphere?" Shen Chenyu glared at Ye Junlang and said, "Please read a few more poems."
"When will the singing and dancing of the West Lake and the Qingshan Tower outside the mountains stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they think Hangzhou is Bianzhou." Ye Junlang said almost instantly.
Chen Chenyu's eyes lit up, he was surprised, and said: "Oh, it's not bad. Let's play another song."
"wait."
Ye Junlang spoke. He stood on the edge of the West Lake, looking into the distance, looking at the shimmering lake and landscape, as if he was brewing something.
Chen Chenyu's beautiful eyes turned, looking at Ye Junlang's serious look now, she couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.
This guy must have run out of words and was embarrassed to admit it, so he pretended to be profound.
Shen Chenyu didn't tell the truth and stood beside Ye Junlang. She was determined to see what poems Ye Junlang could come up with about the West Lake after racking his brains.
"Can't think of anything? Do you want me to help you?" After a while, Chen Chenyu blinked and asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Ye Junlang suddenly spoke, looked at Chen Chenyu, and said, "Chen Yu, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, but I remembered another poem."
"Oh? Why don't you talk and listen." Chen Chenyu smiled.
"Then I'll tell you what I said, please listen carefully."
"What nonsense, don't delay, just say it."
"Ahem -" Ye Junlang cleared his throat before reciting a poem, "The West Lake is full of brilliance, the water and the mountains are infinitely beautiful. If the West Lake were to be a beauty, it would not be half as beautiful as Chen Yu."
"Who wrote this poem? Why don't I remember such a poem..." Chen Chenyu was surprised.
Snapped!
At this time, Ye Junlang took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke from his mouth. He had the aura of pointing out the country. He said unhurriedly: "The one who wrote this poem The great poet is far away and right before our eyes."
"Why do I say this poem doesn't rhyme at all? It sounds weird. It turns out it's a limerick written by you." Shen Chenyu said, and she realized what she was doing. However, after carefully studying Ye Junlang's limerick, a touch of it came to her mind. A blush couldn't help but creep up her cheeks.
The first two lines of this improvised limerick by Ye Junlang praise the beauty of West Lake, but the last two lines change the topic, implying that if West Lake is regarded as a beauty, compared with Shen Chenyu, she will not be half as good as Shen Chenyu. beauty.
Shen Chenyu rolled his eyes at Ye Junlang and said: "You guys can do it. There are so many ways to pick up girls, and you have actually learned to pretend to be literary. With this method, you are probably deceiving many girls. Human feelings, right?"
This was a matter of honor, how could Ye Junlang dare to be vague, and said quickly: "Principal Shen is wronged. The so-called good verses come by chance. Besides, do you think I look like the kind of person who spends all day reciting poems and writing poems? With all my conscience, I can guarantee that the poem I just wrote was my first time. However, I give this first time to Principal Shen, and I am willing and have no regrets."
"You, you are going to die, you bastard, everything you say seems to be malicious, can't you just say something like a normal person?" Shen Chenyu was ashamed and annoyed, and kept pinching Ye Jun. wave.
Ye Junlang laughed, put his arms around Shen Chenyu's waist, and walked along the edge of the West Lake surrounded by weeping willows.
"I gave you the poem just now, do you like it?" Ye Junlang asked with a smile.
"Huh, I don't want to pay attention to you!"
Chen Chenyu snorted and turned away, but couldn't help but raise a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Junlang was about to say something, but suddenly he frowned and felt something was wrong.
Even at night, there are still a lot of tourists on the edge of the West Lake. Some tourists are sitting on the benches under the weeping willows, and bursts of laughter are echoing in the air, and evil seeds are constantly being introduced.
From the outside, everything seems ordinary and nothing special.
But just now, Ye Junlang clearly sensed a few obscure glances looking towards him and Chen Chenyu.
If it were anyone else, it would be difficult to catch and sense such a subtle gaze, but for Ye Junlang, who has extremely keen perception ability, he feels it in his heart. With his extremely terrifying ability to detect danger, I felt it intuitively.
"Is the Jiang family going to take action?"
Ye Junlang's eyes darkened, with a fierce murderous intention evident.
If someone has already ambushed here and targeted them, then this area will become very unsafe.
It would be okay if Ye Junlang was the only one. No matter what the trap was, he would just use his strength to break it. But there was Shen Chenyu around him, so he had to treat it carefully and never let Shen Chenyu be in any danger.
"Hey, aren't you quite eloquent? Why did you become mute all of a sudden?" Shen Chenyu saw that Ye Junlang suddenly became a little abnormal and stopped talking, so she couldn't help but glance at him curiously.
On the surface, Ye Junlang still looked as if nothing had happened. He smiled and said, "I have thousands of words in my heart that I would like to tell you forever. You can hear them if you listen carefully."
"You're so talkative, but you want to be beaten again, aren't you?"
Chen Chenyu snorted.
Ye Junlang smiled, reached out and held Chen Chenyu's shoulders, almost protecting her whole body in front of him, and then said: "Come with me. If something happens later, don't say anything. Just say something and follow me."