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Chapter 16 [When you are young] Lide reclusively hides in the busy city and asks for a small fan to burn incense for autumn

The sky is far away and the ground is grounded, and the first line descends to the world.After a few days in the south of the Yangtze River, there was no rain. Guan Qi almost doubted whether the Jiangnan in his imagination was just a forged scene created by poets and writers.

[You are really my own mother: Have you arrived in Suzhou?I heard from Xiaogong that you don't want him to follow.That's right, you can't always bother people.When I was young, Xiao Gong was a little over a year older than you, and he took care of you in everything. 】

[You are really my own mother: I think it is raining in Suzhou, and I think you have brought a disposable raincoat.Remember to put it on.In addition, I checked, you can go to Guanqian Street to find something to eat, don't always go to KFC McDonald's, which is not good for your health. 】

[You are really my own mother: I advise you not to drink the milk tea that Internet celebrities take pictures of on the Internet. It’s not like you haven’t bought popsicles specially for taking pictures before. Didn’t your dad pick up the leftovers in the end?Otherwise, it will all go to the trash can and be wasted [angry]]

Just by looking at the unsuitable facial expressions, Guan Qi knew that the large text bombardment of his mother was input through voice-to-text input.

When people get older, their eyesight will always be bad. In fact, Guan's mother has been working hard to integrate into the children's habit of typing and rarely listening to voice.

"Guanqian Street, Guanqian Street..." With only 2% of the battery left on the phone, Guan Qi realized that he was in a hurry, and rushed to a convenience store not far away, taking advantage of the last 60 seconds of the phone to open a video, for himself The itinerary was successfully renewed.

"Guanqian Street!" The phone was powered on, and Guan Qi took a taxi leisurely, "Is it time for dinner now..."

The sound of silk and bamboo came from nowhere, Guan Qi looked at the shops on Eye Street, but couldn't find the source at all.The occasional music is heard, which is not compatible with the surrounding prosperity, but it is a bit dusty.

Guan Qi has a quick temper, and he came to Suzhou on a temporary basis without any pre-planning, so that he even mispronounced the word "Guan" in Guanqian Street.

The light rain falls on the summer, and the smoke rises and the scenery is strange.Left and right Guan Qi didn't have any special plans, they just saw the plants and trees in a different way.

[You are really my own mother: By the way, didn't I take you to Suzhou when I was young?The incense fan at home was bought in Suzhou because you broke it upside down and folded it. I don’t know if you remember it? 】

[You are really my own mother: Don't buy it back for me, or it will be like back then, and you will cry with me if something breaks. 】

Guan Qi wanted to say that he was no longer a child.But it was really because of my mother’s words that aroused my childhood memories—that fragrant fan, which only cost about ten yuan, had the beautiful meaning of Xinglin Chunyan on it, and it was the most special among the dozen fans.

At that time, my mother said that the powder on the fan was sprinkled on, and it would be scattered in a short time, so she told herself not to open and close all the time.But what kind of character is Guan Qi?

'Know what's impossible and do it'!If this was put on Guan Qi's improvisation, it took only half a semester to successfully pass the art exam, which is indeed a rare quality.Just focusing on being disobedient, and only turning elegance into autumn leaves, I can't put it together anymore...

The rain was not heavy, so Guan Qi generously took off his raincoat and wandered in the rain, without the slightest awareness that he was out alone and had a cold and no one to take care of him.

The muddy water and the stale smell suddenly mixed with a rosin-like, honey-sweet smell.Like the incense fan, but with a little more woodiness, Guan Qi's eyes lit up.

Clear sky and drizzle, blue bricks and greasy water, Guan Qi carefully missed the small puddles that formed naturally in the low places, followed the incense letter, not afraid that there was a trap ahead, and jumped on the white wall and black tiles on one side... …

　①Suzhou Xuanmiao Guantao Music, a national intangible cultural heritage.

　　②Suzhou Ruyi sandalwood fan, a national intangible cultural heritage.

　　
　
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