Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 127 Wanting to Compare West Lake to Xizi

Yu Dongqing stayed at Cuncun Pu Tea House for two days, drinking tea and chatting.

The owner of the tea house, Yang Yixin, is a wonderful person. He not only makes a good pot of tea, but also has all kinds of anecdotes about the tea ceremony at his fingertips.

"Longjing tea and Hupao spring have their own legends. Longjing tea is related to Emperor Qianlong. It is said that when Emperor Longjing went to the south of the Yangtze River, he came to the foot of Lion Peak Mountain in Longjing, Hangzhou, and watched the village girls pick tea. After taking the tea leaves, when I returned to the capital, I suddenly encountered that the Empress Dowager was ill, her anger rose, her eyes were red and swollen, and her stomach was uncomfortable. As a result, she drank Qianlong's tea,
"The redness and swelling disappeared, and the stomach was not distended. The queen mother said happily: "Hangzhou Longjing tea is really a panacea. "Emperor Qianlong saw that the queen mother was so happy, and immediately sent an order to seal the eighteen tea trees in front of the Hugong Temple at the foot of Shifeng Mountain in Longjing, Hangzhou as imperial tea."

For this reason, Lord Qianlong also wrote a special poem: "Watching Tea and Compose Songs"

I didn't like picking tea the day before yesterday, so I decided to give it to the manager;
Today I love to pick tea, Wu Min's livelihood is natural.

Lord Qianlong's poems are not so good
Yang Yixin also talked about the origin of the Hupao Spring, and happily accompanied Yu Dongqing to visit the nearby Dicui Pavilion, Jigong Hall, the statue of Hupao Mengquan, the tower of Master Hongyi (Li Shutong) and many other attractions. He was very enthusiastic.

Yu Dongqing felt a little flattered by her enthusiasm.

If you were a great poet in ancient times, you would immediately write a poem and leave a poem just like Li Bai gave Wang Lun, but it's a pity that you can't write it yourself.

Not to mention Li Bai, even poems like Qianlong's can't do anything about it.

On the third morning, it was drizzling, and Yu Dongqing was preparing to leave with her travel bag on her back. No matter how comfortable and leisurely she was, it was impossible to stay for a long time, and she couldn't be like a hermit in Zhongnan Mountain. What's more, Yang Yixin was too enthusiastic.

Before leaving, Yu Dongqing bought two catties of premium Longjing before Qingming Festival at the tea house. The tea picked before Qingming is called "Mingqian tea" and "Lianxin."

Only one bud is picked from each tea plant, which is shaped like a lotus heart, so it is not expensive to call it "lotus heart". At 500 yuan a catty, the other party is almost giving it away for nothing.

Yang Yixin also enthusiastically saw off the guests, and said that he welcomes to taste tea again at this time next year. Before leaving, Yu Dongqing always felt that he had something to say but didn't say it, and it was hard for him to ask.

Satisfied, Yu Dongqing didn't turn on her phone until she got down the mountain, hehe
Missed calls, lots of WeChat messages.

Yu Dongqing returned the important message, and then got on the bus. He was about to go to the West Lake for a stroll, but the phone rang as soon as he took his seat, and it was Zhang Yang who called again.

This kid is following me.
In fact, Yu Dongqing knew that Yang Yixin, the owner of the tea house, probably said it.

Sure enough, Yu Dongqing answered the phone, and Zhang Yang said on the phone: "I heard Yixin said that you have left? How have you been playing these two days?"

"It's very comfortable. Your friend is very enthusiastic. I'm a little embarrassed."

After hearing Yu Dongqing's words, Zhang Yang laughed heartily on the phone: "He wanted something from his heart, but in the end he didn't have the nerve to open his mouth."

"What is he begging me for?" Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

"Let you write a song about tea."

"That's right. Zhang Yang, I know the ancients asked to write poems, but I haven't heard of anyone asking to write songs." Yu Dongqing laughed.

"I don't understand this. If you write a very popular song about tea, and then write a paragraph of copywriting, on a certain day and a month at the Pu Tea House in Cuncun Village by the West Lake in Hangzhou, his tea house will follow the trend. gone?"

I @#￥￥%...%
Yu Dongqing didn't know what to say for a while.

"Holly, if you can really write a song about tea, give him a favor. My friend is a very nice person."

"He's a wonderful person." Yu Dongqing chuckled.

Next year, if there is a chance to come next year, let’s talk about it.

"If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi,

It’s always suitable to apply light makeup and heavy makeup”

The West Lake is very beautiful, and the misty rain among the blue sky is even more beautiful, but Yu Dongqing soon regretted it.

As the saying goes, watching the scenery is worse than listening to the scenery. The scenery is good, but there are tourists everywhere around the West Lake. In addition to people, followers, and crowds, what you see in the crowd is the bluestone slabs under your feet.

Caught in the crowd, Yu Dongqing suddenly remembered a song about West Lake that was sung by the Time and Space Pain Band: "West Lake"

No more nostalgia for the setting sun

no more moon reflections

no more intoxicating warm wind

Dissipate in the rainy night in a blink of an eye

Two hours later, Yu Dongqing couldn't take it anymore and was about to leave, but it was still early and suddenly remembered the West Lake Music Festival not far from here.

Or, go shopping?Anyway, I'm free.

Also, will Chen Guoguo go?
On the train to Hangzhou, he thought about this problem.

It stands to reason that the girl will not come, it is not winter and summer vacation, and Chengdu is thousands of miles away from Hangzhou.

And he remembered the words the girl said: "Uncle, the music festival is over, and I'm going back to Chengdu to be my good girl."

But what if, what if it comes?
Yu Dongqing quickened her pace.

This year's West Lake Music Festival is held in Liulang Singing Oriole, which is the fifth of the ten scenic spots of West Lake. It is located on the southeast bank of West Lake, a large park at Qingbo Gate, and the concert is on the lawn on the west side of the park.

By the time Yu Dongqing rushed over, it was already the last day of the music festival, but there were still huge crowds of people, no less than the Midi Music Festival.

Wearing casual sportswear, a mask, a baseball cap, and a backpack, Yu Dongqing wandered among the crowd, listening to the bands singing on the stage.

Different from the rock-based Midi Music Festival, the West Lake Music Festival is broader and more inclusive, and even a little fresh. Men and women, mostly young people are also fashionable.

There were no sharp shouts of "pogo" at the Midi Music Festival, and there was no "diving" by the girls. Yu Dongqing saw many young men and women singing in twos and threes.

Yu Dongqing didn't care about the performance on stage, her eyes kept searching the crowd.

Suddenly, a petite girl in a small suit appeared in his sight, her back was facing him and she was watching the band perform on the stage, her body swayed gently with the rhythm, and her short black hair fluttered gently with the breeze.

Chen Guoguo!
Yu Dongqing's heart suddenly beat violently.

He walked over and called softly beside the girl: "Guoguo."

The girl quickly turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

Yu Dongqing was immediately disappointed.

The girl is beautiful and cute, but she is not Chen Guoguo.

"I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person." Yu Dongqing hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay." The girl spoke Wu Nong's soft language, which was nice to hear.

Yu Dongqing left quickly.

The girl tilted her head, watching the middle-aged man wearing a mask and carrying a backpack hurried away, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

When Yu Dongqing's back disappeared into the crowd, the girl suddenly remembered and screamed: "Brother-in-law! Yu Dongqing!"

When she hurried to catch up, Yu Dongqing had disappeared without a trace.

The girl felt very sorry, she didn't expect to be so close to the Great God, at least take a photo and sign it.

Also, who is the girl named Guoguo he called?

The girl is lucky, right?can know him.

Yu Dongqing was still wandering aimlessly at the music festival, he suddenly felt a little funny.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

Maybe, I will never see you again in this lifetime.

After returning from Hangzhou, Yu Dongqing began to live a leisurely and slightly ordinary life again. The "Happy Girls" competition in each division was in full swing.

Although Yu Dongqing does not participate in the judging work of the regional competition, but as a member of the entire judging group, he will also receive the latest news emails from the competition organizing committee for each competition area.

But Yu Dongqing was too lazy to open it.

If he opened the auditions in the Chengdu Division, he would see a familiar name: Chen Guoguo.

　Thanks to Xicheng Xue Erlang for the reward, and thanks to book friends 20220322150517256 and others for their monthly tickets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)