The old man handed the camera to her and asked her to look at it.
Su Qinghu actually watched it, and after watching it, he nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad, it captured her divine nature!
The villa, the shade of the trees, the girl with the typewriter on her knees, and the morning light, soft and vibrant, seem to have come through the long river of time, carrying endless possibilities.
Su Qinghu didn't say anything about the light and shadow composition, but instead expressed his feelings about the photo. He nodded seriously, "It feels a bit like the overlap with China's economic development. Both are so vibrant, yet not at all aggressive."
She changed back to Mandarin when she said this, which was completely cunning.
Sure enough, the old man subconsciously asked: "What?"
Hehe, Su Qinghu chuckled in his heart, but looked innocent on the surface. He blinked, as if he just realized that what he said just now was not a foreign language, so he said it again in a foreign language with a little embarrassment and apology.
The old man looked at her silently. When he met her eyes, he started to wonder if he was thinking too much. How could such a young girl possibly trick him?
Chinese people tend to look young, and Su Qinghu wasn't very old either. He hesitated when he heard Su Qinghu say excitedly, "I know a few places worth taking photos. Can I take you there?"
"..." The old man held his camera, his uncertainty growing stronger. If that was the girl the housekeeper was talking about, she should know him. In that case, why didn't she seize the opportunity to interview him, instead of taking him to take pictures?
"Let's go, let's go!" Su Qinghu said, putting away his portable typewriter and holding it in his hand as if to leave. "Don't hesitate, I'll take you to taste authentic local food."
Blond old man: "..."
Confused. This little girl gave him a confused feeling and was not grasping the key points.
Or was she, like all Chinese people these days, trying to talk business over the dinner table? Taking him for a photo was fake, but taking the opportunity to drag him to dinner and then discuss business was real?
But no matter how much I thought in my heart, I just followed him obediently.
Pure curiosity and enthusiasm had not been ignited for a long time. He felt that this little girl might bring him good memories of his trip to China...
As the blond old man left, his assistant and bodyguards who had been following him from a distance quickly caught up.
…
On the second floor of the private courtyard, the housekeeping lady was talking to the person by the window, saying that the sunlight was too strong by the window and asked him to come back.
"Your little girl will get what she wants." The person at the window walked back with a smile and smiled at the housekeeping aunt.
The aunt was stunned, and laughed, "Oh!", and then she started praising the gentleman, praising Su Qinghu for being beautiful, polite and interesting, and praising the gentleman for being kind and righteous.
Seeing that she was praising him more and more outrageously, the husband quickly waved his hand to stop her and said, "Set the table."
No need to wait for anyone to eat.
"Sir, do you know that little girl?" Auntie asked the gentleman as she set the table. "I have a feeling you seem to know her."
When she reported the little girl's incident to her husband that day, there was something different in his eyes.
So, sir, do you really know the girl? Or have you heard of her name?
"I don't know him." The gentleman replied and stopped talking, concentrating on drinking the porridge in front of him.
He didn't know Su Qinghu, but he had heard of her from the younger generation of the Chen family.
The aunt muttered a few words and went downstairs with the tray.
But she had a smile on her face. The gentleman had just said that the little girl was hers. How could she be so lucky to have such a girl?
Su Qinghu took the blond-haired and blue-eyed old man for a long walk, looking at the Lover's Wall from one side and the river from the other, and then walked through the streets to find food and things to see for him, pointing out the touching details to him, and helping him regain happiness.
There is tension within relaxation, and relaxation within tension. It accommodates physical strength while encouraging effort. The old man feels like he has returned to his childhood when he could play and run wildly without feeling tired.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Su Qinghu followed his memory and took the blond-haired and blue-eyed old man to find an old Chinese doctor who was very good at massage and acupuncture.
Of course, both of us will pay for the entire trip on our own.
The blond old man looked at the men lying there with their backs exposed and needles stuck in their backs, and his heart sank. He asked Su Qinghu what this was and why he brought him here. He refused the acupuncture.
Su Qinghu smiled and explained to him that it was only massage, not acupuncture.
This made the old man, who had been tamed by her crazy play, feel relieved and willing to accept the massage.
Half an hour later, the blond old man groaned to Su Qinghu and asked for more time so that he could press the button for a while longer.
Su Qinghu readily accepted the advice and chatted with the old Chinese doctor for a while, then blinked his eyes, and his meaning was very clear: you should work hard and let foreigners see our Chinese medical magic.
Half an hour later, the blond old man with cupping on his back fell asleep in less than two or three minutes...snoring loudly.
That was really a loud snoring!
The bodyguards and assistants the old man brought with him were also a little embarrassed and looked at Su Qinghu, wanting her to say something. Su Qinghu only smiled awkwardly at the people next to her and silently said "I'm sorry".
In fact, no one really made any comments, especially when they saw that the person was a foreigner. They would not make any comments but were full of pride.
Look! Look! Listen! Listen! Even foreigners are impressed by our Chinese massage!
During the cupping treatment, the old man didn't wake up and slept soundly. When people nudged him, he would mutter in annoyance, obviously irritable because his sleep was disturbed.
People looked at Su Qinghu, and Su Qinghu nodded, "Look at me!"
What did Su Qinghu do? She didn't yell at anyone, but based on what she had found out before, she recited a poem that he particularly liked in a foreign language to him.
The little girl's pronunciation was so beautiful that people waiting in line for massage came over to listen.
"Okay, you can wake up now." Su Qinghu took his hand and patted his head, "Otherwise I will give you an acupuncture~~~"
As for why he was patted on the head instead of the back, it was because the old man had a bare back and nothing to cushion it.
There is really nothing beautiful about an old man's back.
Her hair, on the other hand, was golden, shining like a gold bar, and it was fluffy and soft. It was obvious that she paid attention to the care of her hair, which was why she had such beautiful hair.
The old man finally moved, and stopped muttering and cursing. Instead, he thought for a few seconds, lay down, and asked for acupuncture.
Su Qinghu: "..."
Aren't you afraid? Don't you think this kind of acupuncture is unscientific? Don't you say you absolutely shouldn't have acupuncture?
Isn't this a bit too fast for this idea? It just comes out as soon as it's said!
But the items that were paid for just now did not include these. Isn’t it too unethical to just stay in bed and wait for her to pay?
"You have to queue up. Look, there are so many people in front of you. Let's pay again and queue up behind them..."
Before Su Qinghu finished speaking, the Chinese people who wanted to let foreigners know the power of traditional Chinese medicine directly gave way and let the blond-haired and blue-eyed old man go first.
Su Qinghu: "..."
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