The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1701

After decades of rapid development, Kyoto, a thousand-year-old city, has become bustling and busy. The constant influx of people has made the city march forward, and at the same time injected too much noise, but some places , Still not affected by the modernization construction, the aftertaste of history has been carefully preserved.

For example, Drum Lane.

Another example is Qinghefang.

Qinghefang is located in the south-central part of Kyoto and is named after a meandering river.

It has the same long history as Guxiang, and the streets and alleys on both sides can see the mottled traces of the past through the changes of the years, but it is different from Guxiang, which is full of high-ranking families. Food House, the people who live here are the most ordinary people in the city.

Now there is a very resounding slogan, lucid waters and lush mountains are golden mountains and silver mountains, the life of luxury and luxury is gradually no longer sought after, and everyone is more and more yearning for spiritual relaxation and immersion.

And Qinghefang, which has been quiet in the midst of noise and has been flowing for thousands of years, has become more and more famous.

That night.

The red lanterns are fluttering with the river wind.

Inside Qinghefang, there was a steady flow of people.

There are no high-rise buildings here, and there are low houses on both sides. The tallest building is just a four-story Wangyou Tavern.

On both sides, there are vendors, bars, and street art performances.

In the river, there are many small boats flowing with the waves. As long as you are willing to pay a small reward, you can take a bamboo raft and enjoy the fireworks on both sides of the river in the sound of flowing water.

Being able to occupy a place among the large number of scenic spots and historic sites in Kyoto, although it is not as good as the former Ten-mile Qinhuai, Qinghefang can attract people's hearts, and it naturally has its unique and elegant demeanor.

"You don't blame me for taking you here on your 'honeymoon'?"

In the crowd, a man with handicapped legs and feet leaned on a cane with one hand, and held the hand of the woman beside him with the other.

In the past 30 years, it can be said that the two have been in pairs every day, inseparable, but it should be the first time that they have walked hand in hand so openly.

Zishu, who still hasn't completely calmed down, just shook his head and grabbed the hand of the man beside him, not knowing what to say.

Qinghefang has developed to the present, and most of the residents here rely on tourism for a living, and red lanterns are hung at the door of every household.

The bright and hazy colors made her feel that all this was like a dream. She could only hold the man's hand firmly and feel the reality through the temperature.

"I have been living in Kyoto all the time. I have been to those places too many times, so I seldom come here. In addition, I can't go too far now, so I can only wrong you."

Cao Xiuge was leaning on crutches, and dressed in ordinary clothes, like the most ordinary member of the bustling tourists.

"We'll make it up again later."

He paused.

"If there is still a chance."

Zishu obviously didn't think deeply about the meaning of his last sentence.

"I don't mind. It doesn't matter where you go, the most important thing is that you are here."

Cao Xiuge turned his head and smiled.

"This should be said by us men."

Zishu smiled at him, that kind of purity that did not contain any impurities made Cao Xiuge startled involuntarily.

Having been together day and night for decades, this is naturally not the first time Zishu has smiled at him, but this time, it may be the most sincere one.

"Zishu, you are so beautiful."

Cao Xiuge murmured softly, looking at the smiling face close at hand, his eyes trembled, and then he became dazed.

It is said that the gentle township, the tomb of heroes.

It was only now that he began to gradually understand this sentence.

No matter the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, brocade clothes and satins, nothing seems to be as warm as the callused hand he is holding at this moment.

A face that I haven't gotten tired of looking at in thirty years.In this life, you shouldn't be bored, right?
The two walked along the river bank, admiring the surrounding scenery, talking and laughing, savoring the most ordinary happiness that they had never experienced before.

"look."

Suddenly, a stall on the side of the road attracted Zishu's attention.

It was an old sugar seller, sitting on a wooden chair, and was concentrating on painting exquisite patterns with sugar juice. Below was a high-temperature heating stove. The sugar juice dripped and would soon solidify. On the ground, there are many masterpieces of old people, such as rabbits, horses, and dragons. Although they are made of sugar, they are vivid and lifelike.

To put it in a small way, it is a kind of handicraft, and to say it in a big way, it can be regarded as a material cultural heritage.

The old man's superb craftsmanship has attracted many people to watch.

"Little girl, here it is."

The old man smiled and handed a sheep that had just been made to a little girl waiting beside him.

"Thank you soon, grandpa."

"Thank you grandpa."

The little girl couldn't wait to take it, obviously very greedy, but she didn't want to eat it.

Her mother paid the bill and quickly took her away.

"Old man, bring me a husky."

The old man's business was very good. As soon as the little girl left, a young man shouted.

Not talking about eating, but appreciating the process of making it with your eyes can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

Moreover, the price is not expensive, only ten yuan.

"Have you eaten?"

Cao Xiuge turned his head and asked with a smile.

Zishu shook his head as a matter of course, like a curious child, staring over there.

"Come on, let's buy a mouse too."

Cao Xiuge is not an elm lump who doesn't understand style, besides, for so many years, he owes too much to this woman who has always been by his side without complaint or regret, and now he can only grasp every minute and every moment. Seconds try to make up.

Holding Zishu's hand, Cao Xiuge walked towards the booth.

"How do you walk?! Don't you have eyes?"

I don't know if he was too curious about the booth, but Zishu didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, so he accidentally stepped on a passerby's foot, and the other person let out a pain and glared at Zishu.

It was a woman in her twenties, young and beautiful, but very mature in appearance. It could be seen that she was trying hard to create a superior temperament for herself. The sharp chin was consciously raised slightly, and the makeup was exquisite. There is a pair of large silver earrings hanging on the ears. It is not an ordinary family at first glance, it should be regarded as a typical Bai Fumei.

Niu is indeed a more eye-catching girl, but the fly in the ointment is that at this moment, a relatively clear footprint appeared on her pair of apricot pointed high-heeled shoes.

It is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps in crowded places.And when Zishu realized that he had stepped on someone, he immediately withdrew his foot and apologized quickly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Although Zishu's attitude was sincere, the woman's brows were still frowning.

"Didn't it be intentional? It's over if it wasn't intentional? I walked over at my age, can't you see it? What are your eyes for?"

She lowered her head and looked at her shoes that had been soiled after only a few wears.

"It's really unfortunate."

(End of this chapter)