He is like warm mountains and soft waters

There were only Ye Zhuo and Mu Chi on this trip, and the luggage was simple. As for Mu Chi's later filming supplies, he handed over to his assistant.

They went to the Old Town of Lijiang first. Now it is not the peak tourist season, and there are not many tourists. After resting in the hotel for a while, the two of them planned to go shopping in Sifang Street in the Old Town of Lijiang.

Ye Zhuo was wearing a white shirt and light gray jeans, looking extraordinarily green and sunny.Mu Chi just casually changed into a T-shirt and paired it with a pair of slacks. He looked softer and more friendly than usual.

It's early summer now, and this match is just right.

Ye Zhuo looked fresh at Mu Chi's appearance, but he still handed Mu Chi the peaked cap and sunglasses in his hand.

"Don't you wear sunglasses?" The ultraviolet rays in Yunnan are relatively strong, and many tourists who come to visit will prepare sunglasses, including Mu Chi and Ye Zhuo.

"No, I'm not a big star." Ye Zhuo said with a smile.He just opened the window to observe the weather outside. It has just rained lightly, and the air is fresh, suitable for going out for a walk.

At the main gate of the ancient city of Lijiang, there is a large water wheel, which is continuously turning, and there is a continuous flowing stream around the ancient city.Mu Chi and Ye Zhuo strolled along the streets of the ancient city, where the orderly and bustling pavements formed a square street.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the ancient city was covered with a fiery red halo. Ye Zhuo and Mu Chi came to an inn to enjoy local specialties.

At dusk, Ye Zhuo stood on the upper floor of the inn and looked down. The gleaming stone street of Sifang Street was set against the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in the distance, winding and circling, gray and white.Mu Chi sat on the rattan chair and flipped through the ancient books on his knees, the afterglow of the setting sun played mischievously on his hair, softening his cold eyebrows and eyes when he didn't smile.

Ye Zhuo imagined that there might be a romantic love myth hidden on top of the snow-capped mountains. On it, there was a beautiful and flawless snow girl waiting for her lover. Flowers bloomed beside her. The tears of lovesickness.

Mu Chi flipped through the ancient books, which recorded the history of the ancient city. Since the early Qing Dynasty, there have been merchants from all over the world coming here to trade, making the ancient city of Lijiang a major commodity distribution center and handicraft production center in Northwest Yunnan.The broken teeth of one culture will inevitably die out with the gradual death of another culture, and the soft style of people with small bridges and flowing water in the ancient city of Lijiang has gradually disappeared.

They were all immersed in the time and space of their own imagination at that time, and no one noticed the peaceful appearance of the years surrounding them.

Although the ancient city is good, it is not the final destination of Ye Zhuo's trip.

After a short stay in the ancient city for a day, I went to a small border town in Lijiang, which is far away from the city, and the old way of life is still maintained in the small town, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Mu Chi followed Ye Zhuo to a residential house, where a mud wall surrounded the owner's door in a semicircle.

The door was only lightly snapped, not locked.Ye Zhuo pushed open the door, and naturally led Mu Chi to walk inside.

"Young Master is here, Miss just went out." After entering the door, a middle-aged woman said to Ye Zhuo, and saw them come in and put down their needlework.

"Aunt Gu, don't worry about me, I'm just bringing a friend out to relax." After Ye Zhuo finished speaking, he dragged Mu Chi upstairs.

Mu Chi was a little puzzled at first, why Ye Zhuo came to visit this ordinary woman, it seems that the person Ye Zhuo is looking for should be that young lady.

The second floor is made of wooden boards made of bamboo. When Mu Chi stepped on it, he felt a coolness coming from the soles of his feet.

There are many decorations in the room, artificial straw hats, bracelets, etc., and some ceramic ornaments are placed on the window, and the balcony is full of various flowers.

"Should I take a rest first, I'm tired after walking for so long." When they arrived at the town, they got out of the car and walked for about an hour.

"And you."

"No, I'll go to the garden to see my little flowers."

Mu Chi just took a nap, and when he woke up, there was a cup of scented tea beside the bed, which was warm.He picked it up and took a sip, the taste was fresh and indifferent.

Going downstairs, I saw Aunt Gu weaving grass rings, her fingers were nimble and well-trained.Mu Chi walked up to Aunt Gu and said hello politely.

"Mr. Ye has gone to the greenhouse, do you want me to take you there?"

"No need, I'll just go out and have a look, thank you, Aunt Gu." Aunt Gu's attitude towards Ye Zhuo was similar to that of him, neither humble nor overbearing.

When Mu Chigang and Ye Zhuo arrived here, they saw a simple wooden greenhouse on the right in front of the house.There are various flowers and plants planted in the greenhouse, and Ye Zhuo is loosening the soil and watering the flowers.

Mu Chi stopped at the door and paused.

Surrounded by flowers, Ye Zhuo seemed leisurely.

"What are you looking at me for?" Ye Zhuo fiddled with the flowers and plants for a while, only to see Mu Chi still standing at the door.

Mu Chi smiled and walked to Ye Zhuo's side: "People are more delicate than flowers."

"Talk about yourself?" Ye Zhuo took off the gloves and put them on the shelf, pulling Mu Chi over.

"It's you who fascinated me." Mu Chi pressed a kiss on Ye Zhuo's cheek.

It is a kind of beauty that blooms quietly.

These flowers and plants are rare and colorful, and many Mu Chi have never seen them.Ye Zhuo introduced to him from the side.Mu Chi stopped in front of a flower: "Ye Zhuo, your favorite is orchids, right?"

There are the most types of flowers here, and the orchids are quiet and natural.

"Wild mountain orchids would be better, these orchids are too wronged in the greenhouse." Ye Zhuo originally wanted to reply, "Why, I like you the most."

There was actually a ukulele in the greenhouse. Mu Chi scanned the shelf, and there was still a blue hairband on the shelf. It was obvious that there were traces of other people here.

"Would you like to listen to me play a song." Ye Zhuo took the ukulele and leaned against the flower stand. The panel of the qin is made of acacia wood.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

Andnodding by the fire, takedown this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,

Youreye shadows once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,

Butone man loved the pilgrim Soulin you,

And loved the sorrow of your changing face;

And ending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, alittlesadly, how Lovefled,

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

Andhidhis face amid crowd of stars.

Mu Chi watched Ye Zhuo's slender fingers pluck the strings, and those soft tunes plucked in his heart, like a new branch suddenly popping up in early spring, or like a red maple left over from late autumn.

Ye Zhuo shook his head slightly, and hummed softly along with the notes.He sang the English version of "When You Are Old", and his voice was low and slowly flowing in the greenhouse.

Is there such a Maud Gang in Ye Zhuo's heart, "She stands by the window, with a large group of apple blossoms blooming beside her; she is dazzling, as if she is a flower petal full of sunlight. 'The song is full of the sweetness and sorrow of young lovesickness.

It takes such a magnificent person to be worthy of Ye Zhuo, how can Ye Zhuo be summed up in two words: handsome and rich, he can also be literary, capable, romantic and affectionate.

Ye Zhuo played for a while, raised his head, and looked at Mu Chi with a faint smile.Mu Chi sang these lyrics softly, approached Ye Zhuo, and sang to him.

How many people have loved your fleeting figure,

Loved your beauty, false or true,

Only one ever loved your pilgrim's heart,

I love the traces of time on your mournful face.

Ye Zhuo was not annoyed when the song was interrupted.He puts down the ukulele.Stretching out his wrist to pass over Mu Chi, under the thin clothes is a soft and warm body, Mu Chi is very thin, but his stature is only about one or two centimeters shorter than Ye Zhuo.He simply reversed the positions of the two of them and pressed Mu Chi on the flower stand.

The flower stand wobbled under the partial weight of two grown men.Mu Chi tried to move his body forward until it fit closely with Ye Zhuo.Thin kisses fell down.It lingers around the eyebrows and eyes for a while, then the cheeks, and finally stops on Mu Chi's mouth, sucking out the gorgeous color.

As soon as the petals of peach blossoms fell into the pool water, those light pinks showed layers of beautiful ripples.

Ye Zhuo looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction: "It's your youthful beauty."

"How many people have loved your fleeting figure, loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or true affection, only one person has loved your pilgrim's heart, and the traces of time on your mournful face." This is "When You Are Old" Ye Zhuo played the most sung words of "Let's Go", which was just the poet's unrequited lovesickness, not his own nostalgia.

With hypocrisy or truth doesn't matter.

Aunt Gu went to the flower room and told the young lady that she was back.They just walked out of the greenhouse.

When seeing the young lady, Mu Chi was secretly startled.At first, he was a little surprised that there was a young lady living in this frontier town. She couldn't be the peerless beauty that Ye Zhuozang lived here.

Miss does not only refer to twenty-eight girls.This lady is indeed a peerless beauty.It's a pity that the world can't keep it, Zhu Yan's speech is a mirror, a flower is a tree.There was still a bit of surprise in her eyes when she was young.

This peerless beauty was once the dream lover in the hearts of many men. She was called Miss Boling and was nicknamed Fairy Jinghong.She appeared in front of the world with a startling dance, but suddenly left the entertainment industry in her best years.Just like the peony falls on the branches at the most luxuriant moment of flowering, without the decay of flowers falling into mud.

To describe her with peony, it is also a white snow pagoda. The flowers are green and white when they first bloom, and they are as white as snow and jade when they are in full bloom.

If time could go back to 20 years ago, Mu Chi's heart would inevitably be agitated by this peerless beauty.