Bread was driving at a constant speed on the Huanhai Road. The boy's camera never left the window. He used the viewfinder to enjoy the scenery outside, and expressed his opinions on the photos taken with his girlfriend.
"There are poems everywhere in Dali." Near Xiaguan, the boy closed the camera cover and sat up straight, turning his face to look at Lin Chaosheng in the back seat, "Boss Lin, do you recommend some places to take pictures?"
Lin Chaosheng responded: "My personal suggestion is to prefer Renmin Road in the daytime, and Foreigner Street in the evening. Since you compare Dali to a 'poetry', those shops, lanes, and old communities where prosperous and ancient coexist have different artistic conceptions."
The car stopped at the main entrance of the ancient city. After Lin Chaosheng paid the money, he stepped down. The boy held his mobile phone and wanted to transfer the fare to him, but he waved his hand and said, "Let's go play first, and we will settle with the room fee tomorrow, and we will pay it back at nine o'clock in the evening. Gather here."
The two young people who were in high spirits disappeared in the crowd of tourists in a blink of an eye. Lin Chaosheng tilted his head and asked Lu Chenfeng, "Did you do a strategy? Are there any attractions you want to visit?"
"No, I have no idea." Lu Chenfeng replied, "I'll just follow you."
In the ancient city, Lu Chenfeng glanced around, there were roads in all directions, and the scenery on each road was different. He didn't know where Lin Chaosheng would take him, he just had to follow him closely. Lu Chenfeng didn't even care about the destination.
Turning into a secluded alley, the human voice dissipated in the back like an ebb tide. There are few tourists here, and commercial shops have become simple street stalls. Sell seasonal fruits.
Lin Chaosheng squatted in front of a fruit stand and carefully selected the loquats in the plastic basket. The slightly loose sweater was wrapped around his back, showing a thin and narrow figure. The arm has a sense of strength that cannot be ignored.
After selecting a few loquats with complete appearance, Lin Chaosheng asked the boss to directly squeeze it into juice, and at the same time did not forget to explain to Lu Chenfeng: "Don't worry, the machines are clean."
"It's very clean, guest." The grandmother of the Bai ethnicity repeated with a smile and a naive accent.
Lin Chaosheng stiffened his back and wanted to stand up, but his eyebrows suddenly knitted together. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, beckoning to Lu Chenfeng reluctantly, "Lu Chenfeng, come here."
Lu Chenfeng walked up to him, one looked down, the other raised his head, Lin Chaosheng put his hands on his knees with a bitter look on his face: "I'm sorry, give me a hand."
Lu Chenfeng immediately stretched out his arm, Lin Chaosheng's palm first fell on his fingertips, and it was easy to part with a touch, and then moved forward a few millimeters to firmly grasp his wrist, using some of his strength to slowly stand still, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Due to the proximity, Lu Chenfeng observed it more carefully, Lin Chaosheng's expression was mixed with an unnoticeable pain, and he gradually returned to normal with his even breathing.
Lu Chenfeng asked, "Are you getting violent? Dizzy?"
Lin Chaosheng took the paper cup handed by his grandmother, nodded his thanks, and gave it to Lu Chenfeng: "It's alright, don't worry."
At the end of the narrow alley, there were several oil-paper umbrellas hanging over their heads. The sun pierced through the umbrellas and fell into the alley, and their clothes were stained with a lot of bright colors.
The sky is clear and the clouds are clear, and the loquat juice that moistens the lungs is sweet in the mouth. Lu Chenfeng drank half a cup. He actually wanted to ask Lin Chaosheng a long time ago: "The scenery of Duise and Xizhou are both good, the popularity in the ancient city is more prosperous, and the income is more prosperous. There should be more, why did you choose to open the inn in Shuanglang?"
Lin Chaosheng moved his lips away from the edge of the cup, and then replied, "Two years ago, I wanted to find a quiet place to settle in around Erhai Lake. I happened to meet Jiaxi Inn and changed hands, so I bought it from the previous owner."
He looked at Lu Chenfeng: "'Jiaxi' was originally called 'Ancient People's Words'."
Lu Chenfeng remembered that Jian Yi had mentioned that Lin Chaosheng used to live in Kunming, and he replied, "In this way, Dali is more attractive to you than Kunming."
"Quiet, supportive, slow pace of life." Lin Chaosheng smiled, "It's more suitable for me."
"However, there is another very important reason for deciding to handle 'Jiaxi'." Lin Chaosheng turned the paper cup and continued, "It has an unusual meaning to me."
Lu Chenfeng was full of curiosity, and hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
Lin Chaosheng suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the sky, his eyes were deep, as if he was facing someone: "My parents met in this inn."
After hearing this, Lu Chenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, the reason was too good. It's just that he didn't expect that Lin Chaosheng was followed by a sentence: "We are too."
Something was hot, and it was about to overflow my heart with the struggle and clamor. Lu Chenfeng drank the loquat juice in the paper cup, and the touch that had disappeared on his wrist became hotter at this moment.
Under the recommendation of Lin Chaosheng, the two stopped and went to eat almost all of Dali's specialties. In the evening, the foreigner street was very lively, the bars began to open one after another, and the sound of music was vaguely wafting from the store to the street.
Lin Chaosheng slowed down and suggested, "Would you like to have a drink?"
Lu Chenfeng had this intention, but asked, "Can you drink enough?"
"It's not very good, so I can only drink some fruit wine with a lower degree of concentration." Lin Chaosheng said while looking for the style environment of various bars, "Dali's carved plum wine is quite famous, and it tastes elegant and mellow. Since you are here, I invite you to try it. ."
Lu Chenfeng said politely, "I invite you."
The selected bar is called "Flower Girl", which is not large and only has one floor. On the semicircular stage was Limai, a girl with dreadlocks dressed in a chic cowboy style, playing and singing a plain folk tune.
The dim light and shadow flowing in the store contrasts sharply with the lights on the street outside. The more you go inside, the thicker the mixed smell of various drinks and drinks will gradually ferment subtly in the hazy atmosphere, creating an intriguing sense of ambiguity.
Lin Chaosheng ordered two kinds of wine, Diaomei and Fenghuaxueyue. The ice cube hit the wall of the glass, making a "ding" sound. After he and Lu Chenfeng touched the glass symbolically, he asked with anticipation, "Which one is better?"
Putting down the cup, Lu Chenfeng answered honestly, "I may prefer 'Fenghuaxueyue'."
The soft melody lingered in his ears, Lin Chaosheng held the wine glass with all five fingers, his pure cheeks, a beautiful look between his brows, a faint arc of light imprinted in the depths of his pupils, and his fingertips regularly matched. The rhythm of the guitar.
He seems to be looking somewhere, looking for his way through time and space, and it seems that he is simply immersed in a lazy tune, trying to eliminate the sense of separation from this world.
The looping singing stopped on the stage, and Lu Chenfeng said, "Are you the same?"
Lin Chaosheng raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the carving of plum wine."
"No." Lu Chenfeng filled himself with the third cup, and touched Lin Chaosheng's cup, "I'm good at drinking, so it's not a problem to kill this alone."
"Drinking the two kinds of wine together is hard to say, what if?" Lin Chaosheng teased, leaning his body against the seat, "If you're really drunk, I can't carry you on your back."
"I call myself a good wine." Lu Chenfeng said, "Even if you are slightly drunk, you can still stay awake, and you must walk in a straight way."
Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the bar that made Lin Chaosheng a little bit of fireworks, and Lu Chenfeng could feel his change - with his left hand on the side of his face, his right index finger repeatedly rubbed the mouth of the cup, the whole person looked much more lazy than usual.
At the end of the song, cheers came from beside him, and Lu Chenfeng noticed that apart from their table, there were only couples scattered around.
He turned his face, just met Lin Chaosheng's unintelligible gaze, and his heart palpitated. He heard the other person ask in a low voice between the two songs: "Lu Chenfeng, why didn't you come to Dali with your girlfriend?"