Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing stayed at Cuncunpu Tea House for two days, drinking tea and chatting.

The owner of the tea house, Yang Yixin, is a wonderful person. He not only makes a good pot of tea, but also has all kinds of anecdotes about the tea ceremony at his fingertips.

"Longjing tea and Hupao Spring have their own legends. Longjing tea is related to Emperor Qianlong. It is said that when Emperor Long went to the south of the Yangtze River, he came to the foot of Shifeng Mountain in Longjing, Hangzhou, and watched the country girls picking tea. To show his understanding of the people's sentiments, he picked a tea. After returning to the capital, I suddenly encountered the Empress Dowager who was ill. Her anger was rising, her eyes were red and swollen, and her stomach was uncomfortable. After drinking Qianlong's tea,

"The redness and swelling have gone away, and the stomach is no longer bloated." The Queen Mother said happily: "The tea from Hangzhou Longjing is really a panacea." "When Emperor Qianlong saw that the Queen Mother was so happy, he immediately sent an order to designate the eighteen tea trees in front of Hu Gong Temple at the foot of Longjing Shifeng Mountain in Hangzhou as Imperial Tea."

For this reason, Emperor Qianlong also wrote a poem: "Observing Tea Picking and Composing Songs"

I didn't like picking tea the day before yesterday, so I offered it to the manager.

Today I love to pick tea, Wu people make a living diligently and naturally.

Qianlong’s poems are not very good

Yang Yixin also talked about the origin of coming to Hupao Spring, and he also accompanied Yu Dongqing to visit many nearby scenic spots such as Didicixuan, Jigong Hall, Hupao Mengquan Statue, and the Tower of Master Hongyi (Li Shutong) with great enthusiasm.

The enthusiasm made Yu Dongqing feel a little flattered.

If I were a great poet in ancient times, I would immediately write and write a poem, just like Li Bai gave it to Wang Lun, but it's a pity that I can't write it.

Not to mention Li Bai, even Qianlong's poems can't be helped by oneself.

On the morning of the third day, it was drizzling, and Yu Dongqing was carrying a travel bag and preparing to leave. No matter how comfortable and leisurely he was, he couldn't stay for a long time, and he couldn't be like a hermit in the Zhongnan Mountains. What's more, Yang Yixin was too enthusiastic.

Before leaving, Yu Dongqing bought two kilograms of special first-grade Longjing tea from the tea house before the Qingming Festival. The tea picked before the Qingming Festival is called "Mingqian Tea" and its name is "Lianxin."

Only one bud is picked from each tea plant. Its shape is like the heart of a lotus, so it is called "Lotus Heart". It is not expensive. At 500 yuan per pound, the other party gives it to them for free.

Yang Yixin also saw off the guests warmly and said he was welcome to come back for tea this time next year. Before leaving, Yu Dongqing always felt that he had something to say but didn't say it, and it was hard for him to ask.

Satisfied, Yu Dongqing waited until she got off the mountain before turning on her phone, haha

Missed calls and lots of WeChat messages.

Yu Dongqing saw that the important message had been answered, and then got on the bus. He was going to go shopping in the West Lake. As soon as he sat down in his seat, his cell phone rang, and he saw that it was Zhang Yang calling again.

This guy is following me.

In fact, Yu Dongqing knew that it was probably Yang Yixin, the owner of the tea house, who said it.

Sure enough, Yu Dongqing answered the phone, and Zhang Yang said on the phone: "I heard from Yixin that you have left? How have you been doing these two days?"

"It's very comfortable. Your friend is very enthusiastic, which makes me a little embarrassed."

After hearing what Yu Dongqing said, Zhang Yang laughed loudly on the phone: "He wanted something from his heart, but in the end he didn't have the nerve to open his mouth."

"What did he ask me for?" Yu Dongqing was a little surprised.

"Let you write a song about tea."

"That's right. Zhang Yang, I know that the ancients asked for poetry, but I haven't heard of anyone asking for songs." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

"You don't understand this. If you write a very popular song about tea, and then add a piece of copy, and you are inspired by the scene at the Pu Tea House in Biancun Village, West Lake, Hangzhou on a certain day of the month, his tea house will become popular. Already?"

I@#￥￥%……%

Yu Dongqing didn't know what to say for a while.

"Holly, if you can really write a song about tea, give him a favor. This friend of mine is a very good person."

"He's a wonderful man." Yu Dongqing chuckled.

Next year, if there is a chance next year, let’s talk about it.

"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West,

Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable”

The West Lake is very beautiful, and the misty rain among the blue sky is even more beautiful, but Yu Dongqing soon regretted it.

As the saying goes, it is better to watch the scenery than to listen to the scenery. The scenery is not bad, but there are tourists everywhere around the West Lake. Being caught in the flow of people, the only thing you see in the crowd is the bluestone slabs you step on.

Caught in the crowd, Yu Dongqing suddenly remembered a song about the West Lake that the Time and Space Pain Band sang: "West Lake"

There is no nostalgia for the setting sun anymore

There is no more reflected moon

No more intoxicating warm breeze

Disappeared in the rainy night in a blink of an eye

Two hours later, Yu Dongqing couldn't stand it anymore and was about to leave, but looking at the time it was still early and suddenly remembered the West Lake Music Festival not far from here.

How about going for a walk? Anyway, nothing to do.

Also, will Chen Guoguo go?

He thought about this problem on the train to Hangzhou.

Logically speaking, the girl won't come. It's not winter or summer vacation, and Chengdu is thousands of miles away from Hangzhou.

And he remembered what the girl said: "Uncle, after the music festival is over, I will go back to Chengdu to be my good girl."

But what if, what if it comes?

Yu Dongqing quickened his pace.

This year's West Lake Music Festival is Singing Orioles in the Willows, which is one of the ten scenic spots in West Lake. It is located in a large park on the southeast coast of West Lake at Qingbo Gate. The concert is on the lawn on the west side of the park.

By the time Yu Dongqing rushed over, it was already the last day of the music festival, but there were still huge crowds of people, no less than the Midi Music Festival.

Yu Dongqing was wearing casual sportswear, a mask, a baseball cap, and a backpack, wandering among the crowd and listening to the bands singing on the stage.

Different from the Midi Music Festival, which is mainly about rock and roll, the West Lake Music Festival is broader and more inclusive, and even a little fresh. Men, women, and young people are mostly fashionable.

There were no sharp shouts of "pogo" at the Midi Music Festival, nor was there the "diving" of girls. Yu Dongqing saw many young men and women singing quietly in twos and threes.

Yu Dongqing didn't care about the performance on stage, and kept looking at the crowd.

Suddenly, a petite girl wearing a small suit appeared in his sight. She was watching the band performance on the stage with her back to him. Her body was gently swaying to the rhythm, and her short black hair was flying gently in the breeze.

Chen Guoguo!

Yu Dongqing's heart suddenly beat violently.

He walked over and called softly next to the girl: "Guo Guo."

The girl quickly turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

Yu Dongqing suddenly felt disappointed.

The girl is very beautiful and cute, but she is not Chen Guoguo.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Yu Dongqing apologized quickly.

"It's okay." The girl spoke Wu Nong's soft language, which sounded nice.

Yu Dongqing left quickly.

The girl tilted her head and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a mask and carrying a backpack as he hurriedly left. She seemed to have seen him somewhere.

When Yu Dongqing's back disappeared into the crowd, the girl suddenly remembered and screamed: "Brother-in-law! Yu Dongqing!"

When she quickly chased after him, Yu Dongqing had disappeared.

The girl felt very sorry. She didn't expect to be so close to the master. At least she could take a photo and sign an autograph.

Also, who is the girl named Guoguo he calls?

Is the girl lucky? Can know him.

Yu Dongqing was still wandering around the music festival aimlessly, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

Perhaps, we will never see him again in this life.

After returning from Hangzhou, Yu Dongqing began to live a leisurely and slightly ordinary life again. The regional competitions of the "Happy Girls" competition are in full swing.

Although Yu Dongqing does not participate in the judging work of the regional competition, as a member of the entire judging panel, he will also receive the latest updates in each competition area from the competition organizing committee.

But Yu Dongqing was too lazy to open it.

If he opens the Chengdu Division auditions, he will see a familiar name: Chen Guoguo.

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