The ancient towns of Zibo have a rich historical atmosphere.
Small bridges over flowing water, blue bricks and gray tiles, a typical waterside village.
Everyone sat leisurely on the slow-moving oars, lazily enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way.
Su Yinwan sipped her tea, ate pastries, and listened to Sister Li and Sister Yun chatting about interesting things.
Hao Hao and Yang Yang, two boys, were playing their game with great interest.
The oarsman moved very slowly.
Crossing the stone bridge above, which is filled with pedestrians, reveals another beautiful scene.
There were families washing vegetables and clothes by the river;
There are families playing the erhu under the weeping willows;
There were also groups of two or three people chatting about everyday life.
The simplicity and tranquility of this ancient town are fully demonstrated.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of the city, this place is more tranquil and peaceful, making it a great place for healing the soul.
At that moment, Su Yinwan's phone had an unread message.
She opened it and saw that it was a WeChat message from Rong Jing.
[Where are you? ]
Su Yinwan sent him her location directly.
[Look how natural and peaceful this place is, it's a pity you weren't here.]
She then filmed a short video of the surrounding area and sent it over.
There was no reply from the other end.
Su Yinwan figured the man was probably busy, so she didn't think much of it.
After a long while, the ship began to dock.
Su Yinwan casually looked around at the shore.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure.
The man was wearing a thin black trench coat over a khaki undershirt and black trousers.
He stood quietly in the bustling crowd, his hands in his pockets.
His cold and aloof demeanor immediately sets him apart from others.
Su Yinwan couldn't believe it and got up to check again.
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