Ye Jingchun turned his head and looked at the furnishings around the living room, and smiled and said, "I think, I heard that Liu Xiyue was a guest at your house a few days ago and praised you here, so I planned to come and have a look, but unfortunately time doesn't wait for anyone."

Song Baojun didn't expect that Liu Xiyue would have such a gossipy side. At that time, his head was wide and he wiped his cold sweat and said, "That, uh, that, Liu Xiyue passed by temporarily, so I had to invite her in to come in and have a glass of water and let her go."

"Is that right?" Ye Jingchun looked at the other party with a smile on his face.

Just as Song Shixian walked out of the kitchen with a teapot and a teacup, Song Baojun hurriedly said, "Dad, A Chun and I will go shopping and date, and I will not have dinner at home tonight."

"So anxious?" Song Shixian was stunned: "Don't you sit down?"

Ye Jingchun said politely: "Uncle, I want to go out for a walk with Song Baojun. Is it OK? There is an activity in the class, well, it will start in a while."

Song Shixian showed a sudden look and smiled, "That's it, that's fine, I wish you all a happy time, the best one... I won't come back if I can't come back tonight."

"I'll fight for it and wait for my good news." Song Baojun said.

Ye Jingchun suddenly had a black head and thought to himself that the father and son were not following where they were. She was inexplicably inexplicable. She was introverted and even harder to explain anything. She followed Song Baojun and said, "Goodbye Uncle, I'll come and have fun next time."

Han Ruoyi suddenly rushed over, hugged Song Baojun's waist from behind, and pressed her cheek against his back, saying, "Brother, you don't play with me when you go home during holidays! Every time you come back, you have to go out for a few minutes!"

"Brother has something to do, Ruoruo is good." Song Baojun could only smile bitterly, turn around, hold Han Ruoyi's face with both hands, and say, "Next time, brother will play with you."

Han Ruoyi was unhappy and pouted her lips for a while before saying, "Okay, you must accompany me next weekend."

"Well, be good, come and give my brother a bite of it."

Han Ruoyi immediately put her face over, and Song Baojun lowered his head and kissed her gently.

Ye Jingchun's car was parked on the side of the road outside, with a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz Gle, with a dignified and square model.

When she opened the car door and sat in, Song Baojun was a little surprised and asked, "How could you drive such a car?"

Ye Jingchun didn't understand very well and glanced at him.

"I mean, the temperament of this car is too decent, a bit like a corporate executive and a very scene like foreign affairs communication. Don't you girls like to be more beautiful and more personal? This car is good in everything, but it doesn't have personality."

Ye Jingchun said oh, saying, "It's my uncle's car, I don't have the money to buy it. He has been working in Chazhou New Port recently, so he drove this car for me."

The car drove steadily to the street and stopped in front of a red light intersection for a while. Ye Jingchun wanted to speak a few times but stopped. Finally, he couldn't help saying, "Hey, I found something. How old is your dad? Why is he so handsome?"

"This year's forty-seven, what's wrong?" Song Baojun said: "My dad is a middle-aged woman killer in a few blocks nearby, with tens of thousands of fans. He never has to get money every time he goes to the market to buy vegetables."

Ye Jingchun laughed and said, "I wish my dad was that handsome, so he would be so proud of going out together."

Song Baojun thought to himself that Gao Mei was probably going to ask her if your father was so handsome, so why did you become such a virtuous person? However, because of face, he forced a change of topic, so he said, "When you marry into my family, my father is your father, it's not the same."

Ye Jingchun's cheeks immediately turned red, and she stood up straight, and she didn't dare to make a sound for a long time. When the red light changed to the green light and started the car and drove past the intersection, she glared at Song Baojun and snorted: "I think so beautiful."

No. 237 of Narcissus Road is a high-end community called Guishu Garden. In order to meet the situation, many golden four-season osmanthus are planted inside and outside the community walls. It is the flowering period, and the road is full of pleasant fragrance.

Song Baojun also opened the car window, sniffed, and sighed: "'The fragrance of Guanghan is a little bit, and the mountains are blown open'. This villa in this community is a bit vulgar, and the osmanthus trees are not vulgar."

Ye Jingchun smiled and said, "I thought you were quite vulgar, but I didn't expect you to have such a gentle side."

Song Baojun said: "It turns out that my piano at the October Gala is useless?"

"Okay, that's also true." Ye Jingchun slowed down and drove the car to find a parking space, saying, "This Hanshan Society gathering event involves several old alumni, but was not held on campus, but was changed to a member's home. You have a good foundation in Chinese studies, so you can open your eyes to them."

Song Baojun frowned and said, "I had no foundation in every subject last semester. I'm afraid I'll show my ugly face to the masters of Hanshan Society."

Ye Jingchun didn't care about his attitude and said, "Then you just want to play with me. Anyway, you'll leave after staying for an hour or two. Don't learn to show off any of the limelight."

Song Baojun picked up a cigarette and said, "You asked me to show off the previous sentence, and the next sentence made me not show off. Isn't it a contradiction?"

Seeing that he looked lazy, Ye Jingchun had to say, "That's different. I'm afraid you will make a fool of yourself."

The gathering is a place provided by Yang Xuan, a member of Hanshan Society and a senior student in the History Department. It is a villa with a decorative style that combines Chinese and Western styles.

The average price of houses near Narcissus Road is more than 30,000 yuan. Judging from the area of ​​this villa, it covers at least 300 square meters, which is nearly 10 million yuan. Only at the level of a rich man can afford it.

To this day, Song Baojun can still look as usual and no longer look around like a local bun.

The white walls and black tiles are like gardens in Suzhou, surrounded by green bamboos on both sides, lush and green, which is particularly eye-catching.

There is a plaque on the gate, which is written in beautiful willow style, with a lot of dark gray moss dyed from the corners, which looks old.

Song Baojun couldn't help but say: "The stream flowers and Zen are silent in contrast."

Ye Jingchun looked at him blankly and said, "Have you been here?"

"I haven't been here, so what's wrong?"

"Then how do you know where this name comes from?"

Song Baojun thought to himself that he had successfully pretended again and said, "Isn't the so-called 'Xihua Zen' just what Liu Changqing came from "Searching for the Seclusion of Daoren Changshan in Nanxi"? What's the problem with this?"

"I don't think you are quite awesome." Ye Jingchun smiled and stretched out his hand to hold his arm.

But the height was obviously not very good, and the two of them changed their positions in a tacit understanding and turned into Ye Jingchun to hold Gao Mei's arm. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

When I entered the door, I was facing a screen wall with a carved dragon and painted phoenix. After passing through a corridor paved with gravel, a large pond appeared in front of me.

Several fallen lotus leaves show the coldness of early winter, and the green pond water reflects the blue sky, white clouds and osmanthus trees.

In the middle is the pavilion and water pavilion with a curved railing. There is also a faint sound of flowing water. A stream more than one meter wide pours into this pond from the opposite side.

Only then did Song Baojun see a Chinese-style pavilion and house more than 20 meters away from left and right. It turned out that the owner bought two villas to renovate them and integrated the open yards and spaces on both sides, which made such a spacious courtyard pond, which was very unique.

A villa with a size of 300 square meters is equipped with a yard of 200 square meters. The two villas combined have an area of ​​1,000 square meters. In Chazhou City, where every inch of land is valuable, it deserves the word "天".

Moreover, this Chinese-style loft is a special building. The drawings have been redone since the community was established. Regardless of the design, structure, frame, and all kinds are different from those of other companies, and the cost is unknown.

There are two-story lofts and a corridor, with tables, chairs and benches on both sides of the lawns. More than a dozen visitors scattered together in groups of three or two, and the atmosphere is very elegant and comfortable.

If some guests had not been wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Song Baojun would almost suspect that he had entered the Humble Administrator's Garden during the Zhengde period.

Four air supply outlets are hiddenly installed at the corners of the corridors on all sides, and warm air is blown out at any cost, keeping the temperature of twenty degrees within a small area of ​​the yard.

Two young men saw Ye Jingchun standing out in the flock of chickens, and stood up and greeted him.

A handsome man wearing Hanfu smiled from afar and said, "Student Ye Jingchun, I'm here so late, everyone is waiting for you."

The Hanfu on him was not directly copied from ancient clothes, but was remade after modern aesthetic design, with red background and white edges, cross collar and right lapel, plush sleeves, and a string of jade pendants on his belt jingled as he walked.

The clothing has been slightly tightened and tightened, making it look tall and graceful, just like a figure walking out of a painting.

Ye Jingchun chuckled and said, "Senior Yang, I'm sorry, I brought my friends here, don't you mind?"

The visitor was Yang Xuan, the owner of Xihua Zen House. He turned his eyes to Song Baojun and reached out to shake hands. He seemed to suddenly remember something, so he immediately bowed his hands to make a ceremony and said, "Welcome, Yang Xuan."

Song Baojun had no choice but to take back his hand that he was about to stretch out and said, "I have long been admired by Song Baojun, who is Ye Jingchun's classmate. Senior Yang is well-known. I often hear about Senior Yang's deeds at school and have always admired him very much."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Yang Xuan was known as "Sai Mengchang" in school. He was polite to everyone, and was generous and straightforward. Even the security department's staff and the aunts in the cleaning department could make friends.

Both sides were waiting for a few humility, but they heard another boy groan.

This guy is Ai Langzhou, a senior senior in the Chinese Department.

The usual Korean style dress, thick bangs, fair face, V-neck long-sleeved T-shirt, ripped narrow-footed jeans, white shoes, is so pretty. If you were in high school, your status as a school grass would not be able to escape.

It is true that the enemy is narrow, but in fact they are all arranged. Ai Langzhou's secret love for Ye Jingchun is well known. Seeing that his pursuit is not done well, he planned to invite Ye Jingchun to join the Hanshan Club.

The gathering place for literati and poets in Hanshan Society is his home court. At the meeting, everyone recites poems and writes, talks about the calligraphy, talks about the thickness of Chinese painting, talks about the landscape and humanities, and expresses ideals and sentiments. Then Ye Jingchun sat next to him, with his beautiful water-cutting eyes, looking at him full of admiration, wouldn't it be a pleasure?

It’s a pity that Ye Jingchun came and even brought Song Baojun with him.
Chapter completed!