The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

Little Bread was driving on Huanhai Road at a constant speed. The boy’s camera never left the window. He used the viewfinder to enjoy the scenery outside, and he and his girlfriend expressed their opinions on the photos taken.

"There are poems everywhere in Dali." Near Xiaguan, the boy closed the camera cover and sat up straight, turned his face to look at Lin Chaosheng in the back seat, "Boss Lin, can you recommend some places to take pictures?"

Lin Chaosheng responded: "Personally, Renmin Road is the first choice during the day, and Foreigner Street in the evening. Since you compare Dali to 'poetry', those prosperous and ancient shops, alleys, and old communities have different artistic conceptions."

The car stopped at the main gate of the ancient city. Lin Chaosheng stepped down after paying the money. The boy held his mobile phone and wanted to transfer the fare to him, but he waved his hand and said, "Let's go and play first. We will pay the rent together with the room fee tomorrow. We will return it at nine o'clock in the evening." Gather here."

The two young people who were in high spirits disappeared in the crowd of tourists in a blink of an eye. Lin Chaosheng turned his head and asked Lu Chenfeng: "Did you do a guide? Are there any attractions you want to visit?"

"No, I don't have any ideas." Lu Chenfeng replied, "I'll just follow you."

Being in the ancient city, Lu Chenfeng glanced around, there are roads in all directions, and the scenery on each road is different.He doesn't know where Lin Chaosheng will take him, he just needs to follow him closely, Lu Chenfeng doesn't even care about the destination, he really wants to shuttle Lin Chaosheng through the downtown like this, and keep walking without distraction.

Turning on a secluded alley, the voice of people dissipated behind like an ebb tide. There are few tourists here, and the commercial shops have become simple street stalls. Some are frying Shiping tofu in a frying pan, and some Sell ​​seasonal fruits.

Lin Chaosheng was squatting in front of a fruit stand, carefully selecting the loquats in the plastic basket, and the slightly loose sweater was wrapped around his back at this time, showing a thin and narrow figure, which seemed thin, but naked/exposed The arm has a sense of strength that cannot be ignored.

After choosing a few loquats that were in good condition, Lin Chaosheng asked the boss to squeeze them into juice directly, and at the same time he did not forget to explain to Lu Chenfeng: "Don't worry, the machines are all clean."

"It's very clean, guest." The grandma of the Bai ethnic group repeated with a smile in her accent.

Lin Chaosheng straightened his back and wanted to stand up, but his brows suddenly frowned, he lowered his head to his chest, and waved to Lu Chenfeng helplessly: "Lu Chenfeng, come here."

Lu Chenfeng walked up to him in response, one of them looked down, the other raised his head, Lin Chaosheng put his palms on his knees, with a bitter expression on his face: "I'm in trouble, help me."

Lu Chenfeng immediately stretched out his arms, and Lin Chaosheng's palm first landed on his fingertips, and they split as soon as he touched them, then he moved forward a few centimeters and tightly clenched his wrists, using some of his strength to slowly stand still, heaved a sigh of relief.

Due to the close distance, Lu Chenfeng observed more carefully. Lin Chaosheng's expression was mixed with imperceptible pain, and gradually returned to normal with his steady breathing.

Lu Chenfeng asked: "Are you getting violent? Dizzy?"

Lin Chaosheng took the paper cup handed over by his grandmother, nodded his head in thanks, and gave one to Lu Chenfeng: "It's fine, don't worry."

At the end of the narrow alley, a few oil-paper umbrellas hung upside down. The sun penetrated the umbrellas and fell into the alley. The clothes of the two were stained with bright colors.

The sky is bright and clear, and the loquat juice that nourishes the lungs is sweet to the mouth. Lu Chenfeng drank half a cup, and there is something he wanted to ask Lin Chaosheng a long time ago: "The scenery of Quse and Xizhou are both good, the popularity in the ancient city is more prosperous, and the income There should be more, why did you choose to open the inn in Shuanglang?"

Lin Chaosheng moved his lips away from the edge of the cup, sipped it lightly and replied: "Two years ago, I wanted to find a quiet place to settle around the Erhai Lake. It happened that the Jiaxi Inn changed hands, so I bought it from the previous owner."

He looked at Lu Chenfeng: "The original name of 'Jiaxi' is 'Old People's Language'."

Lu Chenfeng remembered that Jian Yi had mentioned that Lin Chaosheng used to live in Kunming, and he replied: "It seems that Dali is more attractive to you than Kunming."

"Quiet, caring, slow pace of life." Lin Chaosheng smiled, "It's more suitable for me."

"However, there is another very important reason for deciding to handle 'Jiaxi'." Lin Chaosheng turned the paper cup and continued, "It has an unusual meaning to me."

Filled with curiosity, Lu Chenfeng hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Lin Chaosheng suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the sky with deep eyes, as if he was looking at someone: "My parents met in this inn."

After hearing this, Lu Chenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help nodding. This reason is really too beautiful.It's just that he didn't expect that Lin Chaosheng followed him with a sentence: "So do we."

Something was hot, and it was about to spill out of my heart as I struggled and clamored.Lu Chenfeng drank the loquat juice in the paper cup, and the touch on his wrist that had disappeared became hotter now.

Under the recommendation of Lin Chaosheng, the two stopped and stopped to almost eat all the specialties of Dali.In the evening, the Foreigner's Street is very lively, the bars start to open one after another, and the sound of music diffuses from the shop to the street.

Lin Chaosheng slowed down and suggested, "Would you like to have a drink?"

Lu Chenfeng had this intention, but asked: "Are you able to drink?"

"It's not very good, so I can only drink some fruit wine with low alcohol content." Lin Chaosheng said while looking for the style and environment of various bars, "Dali's carved plum wine is quite famous, with a light and mellow taste. Since it is here, I invite you to try it .”

Lu Chenfeng said politely: "Let me treat you."

The selected bar is called "Girl in the Flower House". It is small in size and has only one floor.There was a Lime on the semi-circular stage, and a girl with dreadlocks, dressed in a chic cowboy style, was playing and singing a plain folk tune.

The dim light and shadow flowing in the store contrasts sharply with the street lights outside. The further you go in, the thicker the mixed smell of all kinds of wine, gradually fermenting subtly in the hazy atmosphere, creating an intriguing sense of ambiguity.

Lin Chaosheng ordered two kinds of wine, Diaomei and Fenghuaxueyue.The ice cube hit the wall of the glass, making a "dingling" sound. After a symbolic clink with Lu Chenfeng, he asked expectantly, "Which one is better?"

Putting down the cup, Lu Chenfeng answered honestly: "I may prefer 'Romantic Love'."

The soft melody was lingering in his ears, Lin Chaosheng held the wine glass weakly with five fingers, his plain cheeks, and a beautiful look between his brows, a faint arc of light was printed in the depths of his pupils, and his fingertips responded regularly The rhythm of the guitar.

He seems to be looking somewhere, looking for his own way through time and space, and it seems that he is simply immersed in the lazy tune, trying to eliminate the sense of detachment from the world.

The looping singing stopped on the stage, and Lu Chenfeng said: "You too?"

Lin Chaosheng frowned and smiled: "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish drinking plum wine."

"No." Lu Chenfeng filled the third glass for himself, and touched Lin Chaosheng's glass by himself, "I drink very well, so it's not a problem to finish these things by myself."

"Drink the two kinds of wine together, it's hard to say, what if?" Lin Chaosheng joked with his body leaning against the seat, "If I'm really drunk, I can't carry you on my back."

"I claim to be a good drinker." Lu Chenfeng said, "Even in a slightly drunk state, I can still stay sober, and I must walk straight."

Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the bar that gave Lin Chaosheng a little bit of smoke and fire, and Lu Chenfeng could feel the changes in him—the left hand was resting on the side of his face, and the index finger of his right hand was rubbing the mouth of the cup repeatedly. He looked a lot more lazy than usual.

After the song ended, cheers came from beside him, Lu Chenfeng noticed that apart from their table, all the people scattered around were couples in pairs.

He turned his face and just met Lin Chaosheng's unclear gaze, his heart palpitated, he heard the other party ask in a low voice between the two songs: "Lu Chenfeng, why didn't you come to Dali with your girlfriend?"