Jiang Xingyun and Shang Ai were chatting animatedly, so Miao Jin went out and stood at the theater door waiting for Jiang Xingyun.
After Jiang Xingyun finished chatting, he saw that Miao Jin was not sitting at his seat, so he went out too.
Shang Ai seemed to be joking, "The wife didn't wait for Mr. Jiang either."
Jiang Xingyun ignored her and walked out. Seeing Miao Jin standing in front of the theater, Jiang Xingyun put his arm around her shoulders from behind and asked, "Are you jealous?"
"No." Miao Jin tilted his head and said.
"How about I take you to Suzhou, Hangzhou, Jiangsu and Zhejiang some other day?" Jiang Xingyun said.
"How do you know that I'm thinking of going to Suzhou and Hangzhou?" Miao Jin stopped and looked at Jiang Xingyun in surprise.
"No one knows a wife better than her husband. Do you want to go?" Jiang Xingyun asked, "There's a meeting in Jiangsu and Zhejiang right now. I'm going there soon. You can come with me."
"So, this is what you were talking about just now?" Miao Jin asked.
"Yes. What did you think we were talking about? Bikini or sex positions?" Jiang Xingyun asked again, "Just now we were discussing the amount of the other party's contract and their previously publicized secrets. Shang Ai is doing her duty, and I'm cooperating with her professionalism. After all, she's my subordinate."
Miao Jin didn't say anything, walked forward a few steps, and ignored Jiang Xingyun, but his anger had subsided.
The flight to Suzhou and Hangzhou was booked quickly, and Miao Jin was in a particularly good mood this time.
After settling in the five-star hotel booked by Jiang Xingyun, Miao Jin went out to play with Jiang Xingyun.
At night, the two of them were watching the soft shadows of the lights flickering on the Qinhuai River.
Miao Jin pointed at the black-sailed boat in the distance and said, "I want to ride it."
"Then sit down." Jiang Xingyun waved and called a boatman.
Jiang Xingyun boarded the boat, held out his hand, and said to Miao Jin, "Come here."
As if it was a call from the past, Miao Jin smiled, placed her cool little hand in Jiang Xingyun's warm big hand, and after getting on the boat, she fell into Jiang Xingyun's arms.
Miao Jin laughed crisply, and Jiang Xingyun laughed heartily.
Couples are always like this, their hearts seem to be always hanging, sensitive, and the slightest disturbance will make their hearts feel ups and downs. When two people smile, they are sincere, just like the look in Miao Jin's eyes when he looks at Jiang Xingyun, which is very clear and bright.
It was winter, and it was a quiet time for traveling, so there weren't many people around.
Two people sat in the cabin of the peng boat, which looked simple but was actually not simple.
The boatman spoke in a soft Wu dialect, and his words were particularly pleasant, but Miao Jin could not understand him.
"What did he say?" Miao Jin asked.
"He said he wished us a long and happy marriage and many children." Jiang Xingyun sat opposite Miao Jin.
The winter wind blew his hair, making him look particularly charming.
Mist was curling over the river, and he looked like an immortal.
Miao Jinxin's admiration for Jiang Xingyun increased.
He understands poetry and such a romantic dialect, but judging from his expression, he doesn't care about these talents at all.
Miao Jin smiled again and looked towards the river.
The boatman was singing the beautiful Suzhou and Hangzhou folk songs, also in the soft Wu dialect.
It sounds nice, but Miao Jin doesn't understand it.
Then I heard Jiang Xingyun's voice coming from the other side.
"I can't write enough about the prosperity
The city walls are filled with your sorrow
The hesitant bow
Which port to scrape
..."
Miao Jin looked at him, and his eyes were actually a little hot. Maybe it was because the lyrics were so well written, or maybe it was because of his light voice, or maybe it was because his voice came after the boatman's, with the same beat and the same pauses. The boatman was singing, and he was muttering leisurely, with a lingering aftertaste.
There are some similarities between it and Miao Jin's simultaneous interpretation.
This scene is enough for Miao Jin to savor for the rest of his life.
Miao Jin couldn't help but call out, "A Yan."
Jiang Xingyun turned his head indifferently and looked at Miao Jin's face, "Yeah."
When our eyes meet, there are always thousands of words to say, but no more words!
So many emotions are lost in the vast mist on the Qinhuai River.
Needless to say, there is no need to say.
When the two came back from Qinhuai River, Miao Jin kept calling "Ayan" and "Ayan".
When in bed, he also called me "Ayan".
Love seems to grow stronger day by day, and it is as hot as fire.
Miao Jin's eyes and eyebrows were full of soft charm, and thousands of stars were shining in her eyes.
Tuo has become very beautiful.
On the second day, Jiang Xingyun took her to eat snacks. They ate a lot. The portions in the south were very small, and she could eat a lot of different kinds.
Miao Jin ate three-shrimp noodles, which can only be eaten when river shrimps give birth. She also ate Longjing shrimp and sweet soup. Miao Jin felt that it was a waste that they were in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the names were so petty-bourgeois. She felt that she had traveled to many places and met many people. It was only because A Yan took her this time that she was able to eat so many delicious foods.
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