"Have you been to every island on Xingwen Lake?" Xiaoxiao looked at the islands in the middle of the lake, all of which were brightly lit, some were only a few fireflies, and some were pitch black lake monsters that seemed to surface.

"Xingwen Lake is very big. The big lake in the eastern suburbs is almost half a Kyoto. There are several islands there that are quite fun. The city lake where we are located has only a few very small islands to play with, many of which are made by hand." Xizi pointed to the nearest island, which is only the size of a three-entry yard: "This island is called Little Parrot Island. The island has specially hired a bird trainer and has various parrots, starlings, and sen. You can go and see it during the day. If it is dark today, the birds are all asleep."

Xiaoxiao was not interested in these things, and pointed to a small island with a black lying tree in the distance: "What does that island do?"

"The trees on that island are all red, there are several tea pavilions, which are great to watch the moon in autumn." Xizi patiently introduced the islands on Xingwen Lake to his friends, "Did you see the hill in the distance? The mountain is built on the island, and there is bamboo on the mountain; there is a fantasy sand island on the other side of the mountain, which is specially made into a beach, with camel-white sand on the island; there is also a sika deer on the island, with stone mountains and ancient pine…"

It was rare for the ancients to manage several lakes and islands so distinctively.

"That island is the most lively!" Xiaoxiao pointed to an island not far away, and you could see the corner lights of the trees on the boat. "There seems to be a lot of tourists on the island!"

"We should also go and have a summer night market every year from June. From midsummer to early autumn, there are always lights and tourists." Xizi seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled: "If you can drink two glasses of wine, we should go to that island even more!"

"What? Is that an island that specializes in buying drunkenness?" Xiaoxiao asked.

Xizi smiled slightly: "It can also be said that there is an old wine shop on the island that only sells one kind of fragrant snow wine. It is very popular with customers and often has to line up!"

Xiaoxiao also wanted to go to the island to see the fun: "The sweet wine is sweet, and girls can drink it too! Besides, today is my birthday, so I really deserve a drink!"

"Yes, today is your birthday! I forgot that Jiang Qiuyi and his family will make trouble!" Xizi held Xiaoxiao's hand, "Let's go to the island to play. Please invite me to drink Xiangxue wine, I will buy you a crane lantern! Who made you the birthday star!"

Xiaoxiao was eager to try and ran to ask his parents for instructions. Qifan and his wife naturally agreed, just letting their followers follow closely, after all, it was at night.

So the pleasure boat leaned against the shore, and the two girls were supported by the boatwoman to the island.

"There are many ginkgo trees on this island, and several of them are hundreds of years old, so they are named Ginkgo Island." Xizi acted as a tour guide.

The ginkgo tree has lights on its corner, as if it was daylight.

There is no level difference here. As long as you can go to the island by boat, anyone can come to the island to play. Therefore, most of the tourists on the island are ordinary people, and most of the food and gadgets sold on the island are food and gadgets.

"I'll treat you to Longyou Candy!" Xizi pulled Xiaoxiao to a food stall. The two looked at the snacks on the stall with the orange light of the corner light: the freshly steamed white jade hair cake in the small bamboo trunk, sprinkled with sweet and sour green plum shreds and tangerine shreds; the freshly baked onion cake was stuffed with sweet and sweet meat; the small bowl of tofu meatballs that looked like dumplings. Many tourists sat at the table and held the bowl to taste, while the children sat aside to eat a sweet and spicy snack called shredded beans...

Unfortunately, Xiaoxiao and the two were already full, so they only bought some Longyou candy and ate while walking.

I also saw fresh bamboo cups selling on the roadside, and many tourists were buying them.

"Let's buy two too, and they will always come in handy later." Xizi smiled.

Everyone had another bamboo cup on their hands. After walking two steps, they saw the one selling perilla cooked water. Xiaoxiao then smiled and said, "It seems that this bamboo cup is really useful."

"It's a pity that the perilla water tastes too strong." Xizi couldn't accept the perilla taste very much.

"There is iced sour plum soup over there." Xiaoxiao pulled her over, and everyone served half a cup of iced sour plum soup.

Looking at the bustling tourists, I really didn't expect that the nightlife of the ancients could be so rich.

Xiaoxiao drank the sour plum soup and suddenly said, "In a while, will we drink fragrant snow wine with this bamboo cup?"

"Your parents are all here, so what if you get drunk?" Xizi smiled embarrassedly.

The person selling Xiangxue wine is an old man. The wine shop is set under the tallest century-old ginkgo tree. The seats are already crowded, and many people sit on the lake with wine bowls on the ground drinking.

Xiaoxiao felt it was interesting. After living for two lives, it was the first time I saw this drinking like this. This Xiangxue wine was drunk in the previous life. It belonged to Shaoxing wine and was a product of the Republic of China period. The Xiangxue wine from the Yuanlong Dynasty appeared hundreds of years in advance. The soup color was whiter and the taste was sweeter. Even children could drink it for a few sips.

Xiaoxiao handed over two bamboo cups, and the old man selling the wine scooped two cups with a small wine. Xiaoxiao took it, and there was a smell of ice and snow coming towards him. He smelled it carefully and had a faint smell of lychee.

Xizi found a flat stone near the lake, and the two girls leaned half against the stone with wine, looking at the dreamy scenery on the lake, and savoring the soft and strong fragrant snow wine. The cool lake breeze made them feel drunk and dreaming of death.

There is no need to eat a little snack with wine. Just the beautiful scenery in front of you and the mellow wine is enough.

Although the aroma of delicious food floated at the night market with the choking smell of stir-fried snails and corrugated cloves, it hit the nose in waves, but at this moment I just want to sit quietly by the lake and drink vegetarian food.

"When you have this beautiful scenery, you should be white!" Someone was tasting wine under the trees not far away.

"It seems that some people are like us, drinking the lake breeze and eating wine." Xiaoxiao burst into laughter.

Xizi turned his head and looked at the person sitting under the tree, touched him gently and smiled: "Look, it's them..."

Xiaoxiao also turned his head to look at it. This time he was close, and there were horn lamps on the tree illuminating. These two people were the ones who had just painted on the boat.

"You said, what did they draw just now?" Xizi said curiously.

"We might as well go and ask." Xiaoxiao.

Xizi covered his mouth and said, "They are much older than us, and they don't seem to be students either. Where did the girl run over to chat with the man?"

Xiaoxiao took a small sip of wine: "I am the birthday boy today, so I can talk to anyone."

Xizi held Xiaoxiao's sleeve tightly: "Yingyuan, are you drunk?"

Xizi's nervous expression made Xiaoxiao laugh: "I have a sense of my own. These two people are also familiar. They are both painters from the Sicun Painting Club."

"Really? Is it the painting party that your fourth aunt held?" Xizi suddenly realized and suddenly said, "Our advertising screen was painted by painters, right?"

Xiaoxiao nodded and said softly: "The painter in light-colored clothes is Shi Zuimo, and the one wearing black color..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xizi: "You mean, that gentleman is Mr. Zui Mo who painted the citrus flower picture?! His brushwork is particularly charming as a half-way mountain man!"

With Xizi's hand over, Xiaoxiao didn't dare to admit that Shanren was his uncle halfway. The Shi Zuimo in front of him had already made Xizi's heart 'long for it'.

"The Four Season Calendar I chose was his work!" Xizi couldn't hide his excitement, and felt like seeing his idol, "And, the silk you gave me! The silk with the cherry forest is also signed by the ink!"

Is that right? Xiaoxiao has long remembered that it is not so clear, but just remembers the rough-style silk that Peng Julei painted for him...

"Yingyuan? Is it a girl in Yingyuan?" After all, she was recognized by the other party. Xiaoxiao looked at Shi Dong and the others, and had to pretend that they suddenly realized that they were looking at each other and couldn't say calmly: Hehe, we have been observing you for a long time...

The two painters had already come over, holding bamboo glasses in their hands, feeling like an island party, and everyone was wandering around with champagne...

"It's so lucky to meet Mr. Dong and Mr. Shi on Ginkgo Island." Xiaoxiao stood up and greeted the two painters with a smile.

Fortunately, Dong Qingong, Shi Zuimo inevitably showed a shocking expression when he saw Xizi. He was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly turned his eyes away and smiled, "It must be the honor for me and the two of us."

Xiaoxiao first introduced Xizi to the two: "This one is my classmate and friend, Wen Xizi."

The two painters only have the heart to paint and know very little about the business district, so they don’t know who Wen Xizi is.

Anyway, there is no doubt that he is a stunning beauty.

Shi Zuimo coughed twice, and the young painter met two young beauties by the night lake. Both sides were drinking again. It was really... it was hard to not be able to do anything.

Out of politeness, the two painters took the initiative to report their homes without having to smile and introduce themselves.

Xizi had never come into contact with painters, or to be precise, people from this class. When he heard the two of them say that selling paintings made a living, he couldn't help but feel envious, and he felt that the other party was drinking the wind and dew, and was not as good as the world's fireworks.

Looking down at his outfit as a guest, although it is not as rich and exaggerated, he is also wearing top-notch silk yarn, which is only superficial and elegant, compared with the two painters' simple and unruly large sluts.

After living for fourteen years, Wen Xizi felt inferior for the first time. She swept away the plain and coldness of the past, lowered her head slightly, and listened to the two painters introducing the beautiful scenery on the lake with a very serious expression.

Dong Qingong was already talking little, and after greetings, he sat on the stone and continued to drink and watch the scenery.

Shi Zuimo couldn't hide his excitement. He drank some wine and saw such a beautiful night view of the lake. Most importantly, he saw a beautiful beauty who was fascinating to the whole country.

After all, Yingyuan is a junior of Mr. Sicun, and she is young, so she feels like a girl.

This girl Xizi is older than Yingyuan, almost a young girl. Shi Zuimo loves painting, and does not care about the world, and does not consider who Yingyuan’s classmates will be. Whose girl will be. In the eyes of the painter, beauty never needs a background in her background.

Xizi was wearing a gauze dress that looked like water and sat on the rocks beside the lake. When a gust of lake wind blew, the fairy clothes fluttered, like a fairy in the moon.

Shi Zuimo admired Xizi in front of him with the eyes of a painter, wishing he could lift up his pen and draw this beautiful picture at this moment.

When I was excited, I started talking more and gradually began to talk endlessly, talking about painting skills from the scenery of lakes and mountains.

Xiaoxiao never expected that Xizi loved calligraphy and painting so much. Seeing that she was taught and even pious, she discussed with Shi Zuimo with special seriousness about the coloring of the night lake scenery.

The art knowledge I learned in my previous life was very different from that in ancient times. I couldn't even get into my mouth, so I leaned against the stone and drank silently.

Looking at Dong Qingong again, he looked at him at a leisurely and comfortable look, as if there was only one person in the world, and all the beautiful scenery, wine and beauty are nothingness.

Xiaoxiao asked, "I have something unknown in Yingyuan, I want to ask Mr. Dong for advice."

"I dare not take it for advice," the lake wind suddenly blew Dong Qingong's long hair into an ink-colored flag, "but it's okay."

"I just want to ask, which gentleman is the 'lantern dialer' in the painting club?" Xiaoxiao still asked what he wanted to ask. He had wanted to ask Aunt Fourth several times before, but he didn't say it.
Chapter completed!