Today is sunny, and the sunlight dissipates a lot of chill. The Qinhuai River flows eastward and the water is rippling.

"This is a river with romance, and it was the most fragrant place in the ancient capital back then and a famous romantic town."

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, only Zhao Bi and his grandparents stood on the shore. His parents went to book a boat ticket and planned to wait for a tour of the river. The former was listening to the latter telling history.

Because he has been influenced by his childhood, Zhao Bi has always liked history, especially when he talked about the past from his grandfather's ups and downs tone.

"The river was lingering in the past, with Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion by the river, and there were many pleasure boats and cruise ships on the river. There were also merchants gathered, and the goods were accumulated like mountains, and they were prosperous, singing and dancing to the peace, thriving, and the peace was prosperous."

With Grandpa Zhao's description, Zhao Bi could imagine the exaggeration of that year in his mind.

The huge cruise ship, countless fragrant cars and BMWs parked here, and from time to time, there were gorgeously dressed noble men, graceful middle-aged men and elderly people entering and leaving the cruise ship.

"But in fact, the most eye-catching thing is the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai back then. The women at that time valued both sexes and art. It is said that the courtesan was the courtesan at that time..."

If you want to chat about this, everyone will not be sleepy.

A group of old critics rushed over in an instant, surrounding Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Zhao, listening to him talking about the romantic history of the river back then.

Zhao Bi was squeezed out and looked at the vast crowd speechlessly. She could only sit bored on the chair next to her waiting for them, and her eyes were bored and she glanced around.

The sharp-eyed Zhao Bi soon saw a person. He was stunned for a moment, and then ran over with surprise on his face.

Yes, what Zhao Bi saw was Qiu Baiwei. She was wearing a white down jacket, a scarf, and women's Martin boots on her feet today.

He tied his ponytail and faced the sky. He was carrying a bag of drinks in his hand and was walking into the scenic area.

"What a coincidence, Xiaoqiu classmate." Zhao Bi jumped directly in front of Qiu Baiwei.

"Ah, why are you here?" Qiu Baiwei was surprised at first, then suddenly thought of something, and looked at Zhao Bi behind her, with a nervous look on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Qiu Baiwei breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is your family."

"My parents are booking a boat inside, and my grandparents are surrounded by people to tell stories." Zhao Bi said to the crowd over there, and then asked, "Where are your parents, why are you alone?"

Qiu Baiwei held the bag in her hand and said, "They are inside too. I'm going to buy some drinks and go back."

Zhao Bi smiled and said, "That's the case, then you don't have to worry. How about it? Are you interested in going over and listening to the stories they told? It's very interesting."

Qiu Baiwei looked at the vast crowd and nodded curiously, "Okay."

So, Zhao Bi took the bag from Qiu Baiwei's hand, then nude his mouth to his arm, and looked at Qiu Baiwei again.

The latter looked at the people around him shyly, then gave Zhao Bi a blank look and held his arm with both hands.

The two came to the outside of the crowd and looked inside.

Looking at Grandpa Zhao who was full of silver threads and was energetic and waving his square grandfather, Qiu Baiwei asked curiously: "Grandpa looks very energetic."

"He is playing five animals every morning and has always been in great health." Zhao Bi said.

"Wow, grandma must be so beautiful when she was young." Qiu Baiwei's eyes were filled with stars, surprised by Grandma Zhao's temperament.

"Of course." Zhao Bi straightened her chest: "The people who came to my grandma's house to propose marriage broke several times."

"Hehe, are they talking about the Eight Beauty of Qinhuai?" Qiu Baiwei said to herself with a smile, and then she became fascinated by her hearing.

The old man now tells the story of Liu Rushi and Qian Qianyi.

The first time I heard this story was nothing more than a story about an old man and a prostitute. But it wasn't like that.

The reason why history is history is because it has its unique charm, and every era has its helplessness.

Only by combining the general environment of that year can history be restored relatively objectively with a dialectical perspective, rather than a recognition of some subjective conjecture.

"You said, how beautiful the eight beautiful women back then were to be passed down through the long river of history." Qiu Baiwei asked.

"Anyway, it's not as good as you." Zhao Bi smiled.

"Oh, I'm telling you serious things."

"I'm telling you serious things, too." Zhao Bi said naturally: "You can dance, sing, have a high level of education, and are so exquisite. Why can't you be better than them?

They just carry filters of history, so they have a mysterious feeling. In fact, unveiling the veil is nothing more than that. They are like thousands of ordinary people.

So I said you are better because I also brought filters when I saw you, and I like your filters. What Qinhuai Eight Beauty is not as good as the moment you see in my eyes."

Facts have proved that a unique foundation cultivated by good family traditions, coupled with Zhao Bi's shamelessness, can be said to be a powerful tool for picking up girls.

At least, when Qiu Baiwei finished hearing these words, she was already squinting her eyes, shy and smiling brightly.

Zhao Bi rarely says these numb words to her, but every time she says it, it always makes Qiu Baiwei feel warm in her heart, just like the spring breeze blows on the threshold.

"You just laugh, don't you mean it?" Zhao Bi asked.

"Hey, I won't." Qiu Baiwei shook her head.

"Then I'm welcome." Zhao Bi suddenly lowered her head and took a heavy sip on Qiu Baiwei's white left cheek.

This is the first time Zhao Bi kissed Qiu Baiwei's face, and the first time intimate contact, at an inappropriate moment or in an inappropriate occasion.

There was noisy around, and there was no romance at all.

But when Zhao Bi made this move, it was the most romantic moment for Qiu Baiwei.

The softness that came from the lips was mixed with the faint fragrance on the body.

A couple stands by the Qinhuai River under the setting sun, and time and space are frozen at this moment, as if the Song Ming romantic who has spanned thousands of years is projected on the two.

"What are you doing? There are so many people." Qiu Baiwei gently pinched Zhao Bi, and the place where she was kissed just now was filled with bright red.

"You mean, just have fewer people?" Zhao Bi's eyes lit up.

"I'm so beautiful, give me the drink. I'm leaving. My mother and the others should be anxious." Qiu Baiwei let go of her hand, jumped aside, and stretched her palm towards Zhao Bi.

"Together, I'm going to go in."

"Aren't you waiting for your grandpa?"

Zhao Bi Xiaodao: "I won't wait, you are important now."

"No, my mother knows it now, it is definitely not suitable." Qiu Baiwei shook her head.

"I didn't say I wanted to see your mother, I just walked along the way. Even if I was caught, I just denied it. Don't you think it's quite exciting to be so sneaky?" Zhao Bi said in a low voice.

"The surname of Zhao, what are you thinking in your mind."

"I miss you." Zhao Bi said this and walked forward with a bag.

Qiu Baiwei bit her lower lip and followed her with helpless look on her face.

The two of them had never communicated in advance. As a result, their parents came on the same day, and the huge Jinling could be met in the vast sea of ​​people.

Qiu Baiwei doesn’t believe it now if there is no fate in the world.

Thinking that everything was so coincidental, she suddenly had an ominous premonition that her parents and Xiao Zhao's parents were all inside, so nothing would really happen again.

Thinking of this, Qiu Baiwei's pace accelerated a little.
Chapter completed!