when it comes to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, people often think of the clear and Mongolian background like ink painting, the continuous rippling river, and the small courtyard house with white walls and black tiles.

That is the memory of the old town in Jiangnan poetry and painting. However, in the process of modernization, such an old town has not been preserved much. The paths paved with bluestone slabs have become straight and flat concrete roads, and wupeng boats have long been replaced by beetle like cars.

If you want to find some traces of Jiangnan, you can only go to those parks or scenic spots specially set up for tourists. Or is it the only remaining symbol of identity in a similar metropolis!

One day, a girl in a white dress came along the riverside path on a big wheeled bicycle. The janitor of the park had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing her coming, he opened the door with a smile.

The girl got out of the car and bowed politely. The verdant jade fingers gently pushed away the long hair and lifted it behind the ears, revealing the delicate face that made the flowers pale. The cool eyebrows and a faint melancholy made people feel pity but dare not approach. Needless to say, this is duanxueqing who left Yangcheng for a long time.

After returning to her hometown, duanxueqing did not continue to look for a job, but stayed at home. Duan's mother saw her daughter's emotional injury, and she didn't ask much. She gave her daughter time and space to slowly figure it out.

After duanxueqing came back, her favorite thing to do was to come to the old area park near her home to read books. For several months, rain or shine, she rode the old phoenix bike without hesitation.

In the park, there is a teahouse near the river, an old-fashioned teahouse, and a bowl of tea at the eight immortals table. However, because there are famous masters of Shaoxing opera of the older generation stationed in the museum, it has attracted many local refined guests, and some tourists will come in admiration, so the teahouse is often full, and even a seat can't be found!

However, Duan Xueqing is not worried about having no place. Because the teahouse was also opened by their family, and there was a box near the river, which was always reserved for her.

The light sandalwood was lit in the box. It was not as thick as the ordinary incense, and even the mellow smell of tea could not be covered up. Just, in silence, it diffused in the box, making people relaxed and happy. The soaring light smoke, dotted with simple calligraphy and paintings on the wall, makes people feel trance, as if they have returned to the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty when they met friends with poetry.

Without the service of others, Duan Xueqing boiled water and made tea by herself, then leaned against the window lattice of Wangjiang, opened the page, followed the ivory bookmark to find the place where she had last read, sipped tea, and continued to read.

Duanxueqing brought several books of different types. Next to it, there is a newly published romance novel in China, an English version of the metamorphosis by German writer Kafka, and an original Spanish novel fernan? Cavaliero's seagull.

The book she is holding in her hand is a translation theory book. This book introduces the domestic mainstream functional translation theory. The author is unique. It is Chen Zongdai, her Dean and Yang Guo's current mentor! Reading this book, Duan Xueqing's mood is not calm, which can be seen from her slightly shaking hands.

It is also not easy to forget a person who has been in love for several years. Duanxueqing left Yangcheng for a few months and never took the initiative to contact Yang Guo again - only Yang Guo called her a few times and no longer paid attention to Yang Guo's Weibo, but that person seemed to be deeply rooted in his heart and jumped out from time to time to disturb his calm thoughts.

When reading a book about translation theory, Duan Xueqing will think of Yang Guo. At that time, she will feel sad and sad, and she will not know where to use her heart. She is very uncomfortable and helpless.

Duanxueqing actually suffered a little. She could have left these books and didn't want to read them anymore, but she was reluctant to part with it. It seemed that she was addicted to self abuse. She had to pick it up and read two pages every day, so that the palpitation like an electric shock spread all over her body.

Unconsciously, it was like bright red plum blossoms blooming in the snowy world. Duan Xueqing's snow-white skin was flushed, and his eyes were slightly red. The originally ethereal and beautiful eyes were covered with a thin mist.

"Hi!" Suddenly, a clear call came out of the window, interrupting duanxueqing's confused mood.

Duanxueqing quickly rubbed her eyes, gently wiped away the tears with the slender ring finger of her left hand, and looked out of the window. There was a tall figure outside, standing on the Bank of the river, waving at her.

It's the man! Duanxueqing looked at him in some astonishment.

Duan Xueqing, the man wearing a black casual shirt, met him. Two days ago, Duan Xueqing was sitting in the box reading. He broke in by mistake because he went wrong.

Although a little scared, his good cultivation and polite apology still left a good impression on Duan Xueqing. The man didn't bother too much, and didn't even chat up deliberately for contact information because of Duan Xueqing's beauty. After apologizing, he withdrew.

Duanxueqing has a good memory, and even if her memory is poor, she still remembers this rash but polite man who usually doesn't know several people. Therefore, when turning to look out the window, Duan Xueqing recognized him at a glance.

However, Duan Xueqing's surprise was not because she recognized him. In fact, few people came to the place where the man stood, because there were bushes behind the teahouse, and then there were broad rivers. The only place to stay is the long and narrow dike. It can only land on its feet, because it is less than a foot wide. If you are not careful, it is likely to step empty and fall into the water.

"Don't stand there, it's dangerous!" Duan Xueqing shook his hand anxiously, and then motioned him to get down from the dam.

Seeing Duan Xueqing waving at her, the man was very happy. He didn't know whether he understood Duan Xueqing's gesture. He gestured OK at Duan Xueqing from a distance, and then moved down the embankment, trotted all the way, and soon disappeared.

Duan Xueqing looked a little puzzled, but she was originally a very cold character and didn't care. Turning around, she put down the translation theory book in her hand, picked up the stack of the original western language book "Seagull" on the top, and quietly read it.

After a few minutes, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"Sir, this is a private box. You can't go in!" The voice of the teahouse waiter came in.

"I know," a slightly magnetic gentle male voice also sounded, "hehe, don't worry, I know the owner inside, and she asked me to come over. Oh, otherwise, open the door and ask, if not, I'll leave without saying a word, and I'll never trouble you, rest assured!"

Although he is not necessarily a local, he should also be from Jiangnan. Wu Nong's accent is very pure, which sounds very friendly and not abrupt. The deliberately lowered voice seemed to worry about disturbing the silence of the box, just as he himself was polite.

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