Rescue the Loyal Dog System (Quick Travel)

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This is the famous seascape in city S. There are many people, and they are afraid of being recognized. The two went back to the hotel to cover up before going out. Because Wen Xiange was very interested in some traditional culture, they walked over to the ancient street. It is old, but still retains the simplicity and book aroma of the time, and the heart calms down unconsciously when you walk in.

So the street is not like the hustle and bustle outside, the people who play on the street are not only concerned with taking pictures, but just joking with the friends next to them, chatting about history, Wen Xiange sounds interesting, so they drag Gu Jin to follow them, together Into a small shop.

This ancient street is inconspicuous, and the small shop is even more remote, but when you walk in, the decoration and elegant fragrance inside all show that this shop has some heritage. On the wooden shelves, there are some antique things, Chinese paintings, pens and inks, There are everything from Guzheng to Qin Xiao.

Wen Xiange fell in love with the atmosphere and those quaint things at just one glance.

Gu Jin did the same. He walked to a corner and picked up an ancient book. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect to see a collection of poems that he had been looking for for a long time. Although it was imitated by later generations, the handwriting is chic and the content is true. .

Gu Jin was holding it and sitting on the bench beside her. Seeing Xiange approaching, she moved to the side, and the two of them sat on the same bench, fascinated by the book.

"I said that the most beautiful song is your gentle words..." As soon as the bell rang, many people looked over, their eyes a little displeased, Gu Jin woke up from the book, hung up the phone quickly, and then I saw a series of messages sent by Huang Tao in WeChat.

Immortal Huang: Gu Jin, where are you?Brother Hu is here to find you.

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Immortal Huang: Sister Gu, are you coming back for dinner?

There were more than a dozen messages in total. After Gu Jin picked some key points and replied to the message, he picked up the book and walked to the counter to pay the bill. Unexpectedly, he was told that all the books in the corner of the shop were not for sale.

"Can you call the owner out?" Gu Jin really liked the poetry collection written by Wu Sanzi, and wanted to discuss with the owner whether it could be sold, and said, "Money is not a problem."

"Hmph, not for sale." Mr. Yang hummed softly when he heard this sentence, and didn't give Gu Jin any good looks.

I just saw that these two girls really love books, and I would be happy to give them to her, but I didn't expect her to buy them with money, isn't it insulting?

Gu Jin and Wen Xiange looked at each other, and saw the cashier's unusual attitude towards the old man, so he guessed the identity, but he didn't know why he was a little angry, turned his eyes, looked at the well-protected poetry collection in his hand, and suddenly understood something .

Putting this collection of poems in the corner so casually, how could it be possible to use it to covet money? Gu Jin offered the collection of poems with both hands, and sincerely apologized for his behavior of measuring culture with money just now. His face softened a lot.

After Gu Jin finished speaking, Wen Xiange also understood what it meant. When the old man took the collection of poems, he smiled: "Grandpa, I want to exchange a song for Lao Wu's collection of poems."

Mr. Yang felt at ease a long time ago. He had no objection when he heard Wen Xiange's words. No matter whether she chuī is good or not, he would give her a step up and give the poetry collection to the two of them. He sat on a chair beside him and let Wen Xiange play in the flute area. Pick and choose, and start playing after simple cleaning.

It's just that the old man didn't expect that Wen Xiange wasn't playing for fun, that fan'er was together, and as soon as the sound came out, everyone in the shop was attracted by Wen Xiange's flute.

Wen Xiange was used as a pawn to enter the palace as a concubine instead of Miss Wen, and she was not welcome in the cold palace wearing her identity as Miss Wen. She usually liked to play the bamboo flute, thinking about whether her life would be like this under the moonlight At your mercy, with nowhere to go.

The sound of the flute is crisp and clear, and the emotion is lingering. Wen Xiange is immersed in the memory, feeling a little sad, but Gu Jin's gentle look appears in his mind. It seems that after meeting her, life has become more interesting.

The sound of the flute went back to the original sudden sound, which just matched Wu Sanzi's poetry anthology from sorrow and loneliness to open-mindedness and cheerfulness.

Gu Jin has seen Wen Xiange's jade flute before, but she has never heard her play it, and now she feels a little distressed when she hears it. She wants to know how Wen Xiange lived in the past, is she alone?

"Okay!" Mr. Yang clapped his hands, and asked the waiter to go inside to pack the poetry collection, and handed it to Wen Xiange, as a reward for listening to a good song.

After Wen Xiange thanked her, she put the collection of poems in front of Gu Jin, blinked her eyes mischievously, and said with a smile in her voice, "For you."

Gu Jin knew that Wen Xiange also liked this collection of poems, but she didn't expect that she got the collection of poems to give to herself. After being surprised, joy spread in her heart, and she didn't refuse. She took it with a smile, and then watched Wen Xiange take her Holding the bamboo flute in his hand, he put it back to its original place.Gu Jin observed that when Wen Xiange put it back, he touched the bamboo flute several times with his thumb.

Today is the first time in the past two months that Gu Jin took Wen Xiange out to play, and the host and guest had a great time.Back at the hotel, the two of them had a simple meal, and then devoted themselves to the new shoot. They didn't have time to really rest until eleven o'clock in the evening.

Gu Jin was lying on the bed flipping through the collection of poems, looked up and saw that Xiange had come out of the bathroom, put the collection of poems aside, then opened the cabinet, and walked to Wen Xiange with a box.

"Xiange, for you."