"Will the first train to Jiashan is a few?"
"14:00."
At the station booking hall, and we looked at each other: only now am 10.
As the organizer, I am duty-bound to the beginning of the review.
Of course, the first in terms of ideology, and then is the rhetoric.
In fact, preparation time is not short, just do not know why, this time even with no deliberate properly prepared
Perhaps secretly mind that: and the old girl & peter two people to go out to play, no need to prepare.
By car Bar ~~~~~
Completely without plans and arrangements, asked the way to go all the way,
So Train Station - Zoo - Qingpu - Kanazawa - Xitang completed a strategic shift type of migration,
Finally ok, and two in the afternoon.
peter put forward a purse, coupled with signs of Han Xiao,
Stop along the way has been ridiculed as I travel on the Xitang revolutionary cadres,
Old girl is more blunt, saying that he is simply like a farmer to go home.
River bridge in the sons Laifeng rented a boat, we began to paddle Shadow Lane Xitang taste.
River cross-strait Liu falls, from time to time the wind blowing through faces.
Also do not want to think, and I peter sat on the stern and began his career coolies.
Old girl holding a map if there seems to Wu, Qiao Li bow, a long time .....
Suddenly back, facing the vision we look forward to, and the light laugh: how to go?
Light damage when ~~~~~~~ I almost lost river.
On board is not honest, the old girl repeatedly instructed: hurry up, relying on a small pier to go to that.
Not rely on steady, shake the boat a while, Iraq was already standing on the dock laughing a.
In the waterfront restaurant on the photo too, like, the Su-hand one, but also that we forget to move the boat Dia Dia exclaimed:
"Ke Guan ~~~~~ up drink it."
Rolling on both sides.
It was in this wanton laugh easily, we have slowly been incorporated into the twilight Xitang.
"To Qiantang people to dinner, it is necessary, where to eat, it is necessary that the seat territorial waters."
So ah, etc., etc., until on children on the island, until someone lit the red lanterns.
To wait until the last.
Delicious dish but never see people Daoshi the edge of the hungry,
Partial old girl who sits next to two well thought-out and Guangdong to the MM approached.
End, I also watched the back of their left over Shenshenmimi's Minato: "Lao Ge, Which do you like?"
"Is a quiet that was lovely that?"
I face the helpless ......
peter Zeixiao a look at the side of old girl how can we let go of him: "Which do you like?"
"I am .... I am ..... I ....." peter off guard," or let your brother first, pick it. "
"Puff ~~~~~~~" could not resist anymore, I have a spray out, the three men laughed together ......
A small half-cup of good wine Xia Du, human Xunxun Ran off a curtain a look,
Outside the window the moonlight is also Xunran ......
Langpeng red lanterns everywhere, vague shapes of a Bay, still water, people not feel sleepy.
Eat in the Qiantang people living in the Yao house is a long established program.
Yao house was between the girl's boudoir, doing my part, is occupied by the old girl, and
Me and peter have been thrust to the next one.
One entered the room, the old girl could not wait and close friend chatted on cell phones, and
peter out while lying on the bed of the document known as confidential to read, straight bored to my teeth itch, and
Really want to incite the old Iraqi girl with a pillow Kuangbian meal.
Antique flavor to the room of furniture, furnishings are all basically the same as the original.
Miss Yao Jiade even floor, very little is said year, the boudoir is practically her whole world.
Flower wall outside the window is a tall wall, blocking the water not far away, but also covered most of my days.
In the secluded narrow lane, in the towering wall, in the quiet of the night,
As if filled with the moans and sighs endless ......
In the early morning the next day, we see a another kind of Xitang.
Neither is full of hustle and bustle of tourists brought, and no middle of the night on cold silence,
Homes according to their own rhythm of life beginning with the day, fire, laundry, toilet brush, shop doors ......
We, like the audience into the movie, like, experience had nothing to do with a real,
The truth, I love it.
Slowly come to church restaurant, called on a pot of tea,
Aimless chatter with, without regard to time and without regard to anything else,
So today, I totally forgot what day, chatted, and
Is only vaguely remember the plume of a touch of tea .......
Author: mimimomo
