Qingyin ancient town.
The small town located in the Jiangnan area had beautiful mountains and clear water. The blue tiles and the blue River set off each other. The bridge paved with blue stone slabs was erected on the river, and the water flowed slowly, as if telling the ancient and mysterious past of this small town ...
Boye city didn't dare to set the tourist destination overseas, so they chose this fresh and quiet small city.
"Qingyin ancient town?" Shi qinglan looked at him sideways.
The plane slowly landed at the airport. As soon as it landed, a fresh air unique to a small town hit their faces.
Shi qinglan had heard of this small town before. She heard that the sound of guqin was heard from all over the place, and it had created many Chinese classical musicians, especially the guqin.
Bo Yicheng's Red lips curled up slightly. are you satisfied? "
