After being dragged along to listen to a long lecture about the art and techniques of flower arranging, Lin Xiaoxiao shook her head.
Oh no, it feels like knowledge goes in through the left ear, flashes through the brain, and then goes out through the right ear.
I understood it, but it also felt like I didn't.
Looking into her blank eyes, Wen Shiyu couldn't help but pinch her cheek.
The next day, Wen Shiyu took Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming for a stroll in the southern part of the city, mainly to visit places she used to like.
But time is the most ruthless thing.
After more than 20 years of changes, all those shops have disappeared, leaving only things from this era.
The banks of the Qinhuai River have shed their former glamour and present a unique simplicity and tranquility. Sparse weeds grow on the old roof tiles, and the walls bear the mottled marks of time, as if silently telling the story of historical changes.
The willows along the riverbank remained lush and green, and the path was mostly frequented by pedestrians dressed in blue cotton shirts and gray cotton trousers. Occasionally, a group of young people, wearing faded green military uniforms, would gather together to talk about their ideals, their laughter echoing along the riverbank—a new voice of this era.
Wen Shiyu pointed to the Confucius Temple not far away and suggested that they go in and take a look.
Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming naturally had no objections.
"Stop!" The man guarding the Confucius Temple shouted angrily when he saw the three of them trying to enter.
"What's wrong?" The three stopped, thinking they couldn't go in. "You can't come in here?"
The man rolled his eyes, stepped aside, revealing the sign he had been blocking, and said gruffly, "Don't you have eyes? You have to pay an entrance fee to get in, one cent per person."
As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Shiyu a few times, his eyes slightly lewd.
Luo Qingming's face darkened, and he was about to say something when Lin Xiaoxiao, with her pregnant belly sticking out, took a step forward, put one hand on her hip, and was even more arrogant than him, "If you don't want your eyes, I can gouge them out for you. Look at your fierce appearance, were you a doorman before?"
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