Hangzhou Metro Line 1 is still incredibly crowded.
Fortunately, the air conditioning was on high, even quite cold, so it wasn't stuffy.
Just like last time, Lu Yibei desperately squeezed out a little space for the female warrior to survive, and protectively held her in his arms like a wall slam.
We got off the subway at Longxiangqiao Station.
Lu Yibei almost collapsed from exhaustion.
Ji Qingqian took the initiative to hook his palm with her slender fingers.
Lu Yibei regained his energy after his soft little hand was placed in her palm.
However, they only reached the subway station entrance because Lu Yibei needed to hold an umbrella.
Exit from Exit C.
The first thing that catches the eye is the Apple Store.
The experience store is very large, with two floors, and is a perfect rectangular prism.
The walls on all sides are made of glass, and are transparent, so you can see at a glance that there are many customers inside.
A few years ago, Lu Yibei was interested in electronic products. He could talk about the highlights and features of newly released Apple and Android phones.
But lately time seems to be passing faster and faster; he can't even remember which generation of iPhone has been released.
I can't even remember what specifications the Snapdragon core has evolved to.
When buying a phone, people often consider whether it will be too heavy to carry in their pocket...
Walking along the path leading to the experience store, you can vaguely see the reflection of West Lake.
Walk a few more steps and you'll be standing right on the shore of West Lake.
If the Hubin Yintai and Apple Store can prove that Hangzhou is already an international metropolis...
The tranquil West Lake tells the story of this city's thousands of years of history.
West Lake has few ripples, but there are boats on it, and the distant mountains are layered and hazy.
The lake reflects the rain clouds, appearing dark, while the mountains shrouded in mist are a deep blue, as if painted by a master landscape artist.
On a sunny day, one can stroll and enjoy the scenery of West Lake; on a rainy day, West Lake becomes more about capturing the atmosphere and atmosphere.
Lu Yibei and Ji Qingqian stood side by side, gazing at the mountain shadows opposite them.
Lu Yibei, a native of Hangzhou, has visited West Lake many times.
But he still found it uniquely beautiful.
Unlike the majestic grandeur of great rivers, it possesses a gentle and graceful charm unique to the Jiangnan region.
Jiangnan has many famous scenic spots, such as Guoqing Garden in Taizhou, Suzhou gardens, or Zhouzhuang Ancient Town.
But they insisted that Lu Yibei choose one place as the representative of Jiangnan.
He would choose West Lake.
Perhaps this is also his obsession and pride as a native of Hangzhou.
Unlike many people who are tired of seeing tourist attractions in their hometown, Lu Yibei still finds West Lake special.
Even though we lived far apart when I was in high school, he would still take the subway here to wander around.
In fact, the people by the lake included not only tourists, but also many locals, such as elderly men playing chess and elderly women taking a stroll...
"How is it?" Lu Yibei asked Ji Qingqian softly.
He loves West Lake and hopes that it will be loved by those who love it.
“…”
Ji Qingqian did not answer; she gazed at the ink painting before her.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings.
She had heard Ah Bei talk about West Lake.
With the internet so readily available now, you can easily find countless photos and videos of West Lake.
With filters and photo editing, West Lake is naturally even more magnificent than what the naked eye can see.
However, even when she was actually there, her heart was still pounding faster than usual.
The humid wind, the people coming and going, the noise, and the ripples left by the stern of a boat in the distance all told her something.
She was by West Lake.
Ji Qingqian reached out and gently took Lu Yibei's arm.
Moreover, it's right next to Ah Bei.
"I thought someone like you who writes novels would have better literary talent," Ji Qingqian muttered.
Lu Yibei: ?
"But the beauty you described is still not as good as the actual National Day holiday."
Ji Qingqian gazed at Lu Yibei, her eyes reflecting the waters of West Lake, and smiled faintly.
Lu Yibei recalled that thousands of years ago, Teacher Su had used Xi Shi as a metaphor for West Lake to praise its beauty.
Today, he wants to compare West Lake to Ji Qingqian to praise her beauty.
"If you think it's good, then it's good."
Lu Yibei laughed: "I've praised you so many times, if you think it's just so-so, I'll feel pretty bad."
Ji Qingqian stretched her hand out of the umbrella.
Only a few drops of water were collected.
"The rain has stopped, put your umbrella away," she said.
"Um."
Lu Yibei obediently closed the umbrella.
Besides him, many other tourists by the lake also began to put away their small transparent umbrellas.
Ji Qingqian glanced at the lake for a while, then at Lu Yibei, who was shaking the umbrella to keep the raindrops on it.
West Lake is beautiful.
It is beautiful, but the reason she gave it such high praise is because it was at the right time, in the right weather, and with the right person accompanying her.
This last point is especially important.
It is even more important than West Lake itself.
Lu Yibei gently smoothed the umbrella surface, folding each section neatly, and then tied it up with a ribbon.
After doing all this, he gripped the handle of the long-handled umbrella, held it upright in front of him, and his eyes gleamed:
"Deadly strike! Dragon Ascension Sword!"
The female warrior opened her mouth in response to the boy's sudden immature behavior, but finally could not bear it any longer.
That's enough.
She said calmly, then held out her pale white palm: "...Now it's my turn to play."
Besides its graceful lake scenery, West Lake is most famous for its surrounding cultural and historical sites.
For example, there's the Su Causeway and Bai Causeway, the three famous lover's bridges: Changqiao Bridge, Duanqiao Bridge, and Xiling Bridge, and further afield, Lingyin Temple and Beigaofeng Peak.
But since he and the female knight were both in Hangzhou, there was no rush to see all the sights. They didn't need to plan like special forces to check them all off the list; they could come anytime.
The two walked slowly, hand in hand.
"Speaking of which..."
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