The road along the river is paved with bluestone slabs, and the streets are completely hidden among the green leaves of street trees. It is not a scenic spot, but the locals in Mingcheng know this place.

In the eyes of locals, no new real estate or villas by Minghu Lake are as good as a courtyard here.

It's not a matter of price, scenery, or convenience of life. Those who own real estate here are the "real owners" of Mingcheng, and they are real old Mingcheng people. Apart from that, one after another, they are all old people from other places.

Regional discrimination exists everywhere.

Qinglan Bookstore is such an ordinary bookstore on the riverside road.

A wooden door and a glass wall, the window is bright and clear during the day, and it is shrouded in warm and comfortable yellow warm lights at night.

The wind blows here and it seems much lighter.

The bookstore owner is a fairy, the representative of Mingcheng beauty in the eyes of the older generation of Mingcheng people, and the most powerful proof that Mingcheng people are superior to all other races.

On the evening of the night when Yafelona received the call, Yang Qinglan, a noble Mingcheng native, received Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia in her bookstore (actually she was going out tomorrow, she came to explain something to the clerk, the two brothers and sisters accompanied her, and they were in the store by the way)

Eat and drink by cheating).

The clerk has gone off work and the wooden door is closed. The three of them are sitting on the long wooden table, each with a cup of milk tea, a dessert and a few books.

"First question," Li Qianxia adjusted her glasses on her nose (which did not exist), "please name the three most famous movies in Sicily and even Italy."

""The Godfather", "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", and one more -" Li Changzhou couldn't name the third one and looked at Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan looked at him and turned to Li Qianxia and said, "Cinema Paradiso?"

"Correct! Please listen to the second question." Li Qianxia adjusted her glasses again (which did not exist), "What are the most famous delicacies and desserts in Italy?"

"Spaghetti?" Li Changzhou asked cautiously.

The reason for uncertainty is entirely because the origin of the French plane tree is not France, but the United Kingdom.

Snow peas have nothing to do with the Netherlands. They first appeared in the southern part of Xia Kingdom, close to Southeast Asia. In English, they are directly called "ese peas".

Maybe the pasta is not Italian, but Swiss or Austrian?

However, Li Changzhou's considerations were unnecessary.

"Correct. Dessert?" Li Qianxia turned her sharp eyes to Yang Qinglan.

"I know this." Yang Qinglan smiled slightly, "I used to look up the information on tiramisu when making the dessert menu in the store. It is Italian."

"Correct!" Li Qianxia raised her glasses again as if she were a teacher (they didn't exist), "What's the climate in Sicily?"

"Mediterranean Sea." This was a trivial matter to Li Changzhou, who was the top scholar in liberal arts.

“Best travel season?”

Li Changzhou calculated: "April, May, September, October, and November every year."

"October is here." Teacher Li Qianxia's tone was mysterious and she smiled mischievously, not even saying whether it was correct or not.

Pushing up her glasses (which didn't exist), she asked again: "What is the state religion in Italy?"

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan.

"Catholic?" Yang Qinglan tried to answer.

"Wrong!" Teacher Li Qianxia pushed up her glasses again (they did not exist), "Catholicism is the largest religion in Italy. About 87.8% of Italians believe in Catholicism, but it has not been officially designated as the state religion by the government!"

"This question is both high-level and deceptive." Li Changzhou said to Yang Qinglan with a smile.

Yang Qinglan pursed her lips and smiled, feeling that the two of them seemed to be discussing math problems at the same table in high school (this did not exist, Li Changzhou was a boy and a girl; hers was more upscale, with one desk for each person).

"The last question!" Teacher Li Qianxia's expression and tone became serious, "Who will be responsible for the expenses of this trip to Sicily?"

"Miss Yang?"

"Aferona."

"Everyone is correct!" Teacher Li Qianxia was afraid that someone might change the answer after ringing the bell, so she quickly patted the table.

There are only wrong answers to this question, there is no unique answer - anyone can do it as long as it is not Li Qianxia.

"I want to remind you two," Yang Qinglan picked up the water glass, "We are going to grab things, not to travel."

Her eyes were mainly on Li Qianxia.

Ever since Li Changzhou said he was going to Sicily, she was like a monkey in heat, unable to sit still for a moment - in fact, she had long wanted her brother to use the new version of "Photo Transfer" to take her around the world.

This is also human nature.

"What are you robbing?" Li Changzhou laughed, "We are going to destroy the mafia!"

"Brother, you are still shameless!" Li Qianxia happily praised her brother.

"You can change the word." Li Changzhou's smile deepened.

Yang Qinglan smiled, put down the cup, and said, "Go to bed early."

"I'll wash the cups~" Li Qianxia hummed, 'I want to take you to romantic Turkey?~', happily put away the plates and cups, and took them to the kitchen sink to wash.

Yang Qinglan stood up and prepared to put the books on the table (for three people and some for guests) back to the bookshelf.

"Let me help you." Li Changzhou stood up.

He held all the books in his arms and handed them to her one by one. Yang Qinglan was responsible for putting them back on the bookshelf.

"Although," he handed over "The Sea of ​​Life", "we are going to grab something——"

"Aren't you going to eliminate the mafia?" Yang Qinglan took "The Sea of ​​Life" and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

"Robbing things." Li Changzhou emphasized again and continued, "Although we are going to grab things, we can also take a look at the sea."

Yang Qinglan puts "The Sea of ​​Life" into the category of "social novels".

"ocean?"

"Yeah." Li Changzhou's voice was a little softer, just like this October night, "Mingcheng is not close to the sea, and there is no sea in Prague. There is a sea in Sicily, do you want to go?"

He handed over "Human Confession" again.

Yang Qinglan took it and looked for the 'Essay Collection' category.

She couldn't find it until she said softly: "Okay, I heard there are many sailboats at the dock there." Then she realized that the 'Collection of Essays' was right in front of her.

Li Changzhou couldn't help but chuckle, and looked at her side face with all his attention, as if there was a light in his eyes.

Yang Qinglan glanced at him lightly, took Ji Xianlin's "Time Never Says a Word, But Answered All Questions" from his hand, without even looking at it, and casually put it into the "Works of Famous Masters"

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Standing on the bluestone on the road along the river at night, looking in from the outside, the glass window is like a picture frame, framing the two people organizing the bookshelves.

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Although they said they wanted to go to bed early, the three of them actually finished their morning classes and didn't leave for Sicily until 12 o'clock.

It's Friday. Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia have no classes in the afternoon. Yang Qinglan is skipping class. I hope the teacher won't call them by name.

"Let's go!" Li Qianxia ordered.

The three disappeared into the "honeypot world".

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The French writer Maupassant said: "If someone could only stay in Sicily for one day, and he asked: Where should I visit? I would answer him without hesitation, Taormina."

Taormina, Sicily's most famous resort.

It was 6 o'clock in the morning when the three people appeared in this small town built on a hill by the sea.

"I have two mornings a day!" Li Qianxia said, looking across the black and white floor tiles in front of her, and then towards the Ionian Sea and Mount Etna in the distance.

The more specific location is: April 9th ​​Square.

On the west side of the square, under a clock tower built in the 12th century, Yaferona walked alone.

She has wavy red hair and is wearing a slim-fitting long skirt and high heels.

"Lord Kurogiri." She bent her graceful and straight spine.

"Yes." Li Changzhou responded, "Don't use this title in the future. 'Lord' is my new identity."

"Yes." Yafelona's tone remained steady and she bent deeper.

"Find a place to have lunch first - breakfast?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan nodded and agreed.

"It is said that Italy is the mother of Western food!" Li Qianxia looked forward to it.

"Master Mosquito, I have prepared the most authentic Italian meal for you and the Lord, Master Xiaoqing." At this time, Yaferona straightened up and said with a smile.

She led the way, walking through the empty streets in the early morning, introducing this small town.

In Taormina, residences, hotels and villas are scattered all over the place, stretching from the hillside to the seaside.

The year-round lush vegetation is dotted between the white walls and red tiles, and is lined with beaches, rocks and the sea, just like a huge artificially carved bonsai.

Although it was morning in Italy at this time, Yaferona prepared food for the three of them according to the specifications of lunch or dinner.

Before eating, you also need to say "Buoo!".
To be continued...