Leisure

I didn’t know what time it was when I entered the city. It was the first time I saw the tall city gate playing with the stream. The blackened water marks on the gray-white city wall formed a very wonderful picture. A flower bloomed obliquely under the city wall. Come on, Wanxi took a closer look at the flower. It is a wild flower that is often found in the mountains, but it is different from the ones in the mountains when it blooms on the city wall. It is thinner, with small leaves, and a very clean flower.Wanxi reached out and touched the petals, the tentacles were warm.

When I plunged into the tall city gate, the light became weaker due to the blocking of the city wall. The arched exit at the end of the city wall was extremely bright. Many people came and went in the field of vision not far away, dressed like spirits in the mountains. Their different clothes are not very plain, but I think this should be the most ordinary scene in the world, but the novelty in the ordinary can't be suppressed no matter what.

man!Live!There are so many!This feeling is very intimate but very strange.

Wanxi kept thinking about how to get along with so many people of the same kind. Should he say to the uncle on the left first, "Uncle, here are two buns." Qian Yizhi?" The corners of his mouth would reach his temples at some point.An aunt passed by Wanxi, raised her head and glanced at Wanxi hurriedly, then left without saying a word.Only then did Wanxi finally take back control of her expression, she lowered her head and scratched her temples, and after a while, her smile was as gentle as jade.

On the way from Da'an Mountain to Da'an City, Wanxi has made countless assumptions in his heart. Maybe that destined girl will meet unexpectedly on the road, or maybe he just picked up her handkerchief or earrings?There were a lot of people in the city, and Wanxi walked through the crowd with a smile on his face. Some people always looked back at him, but no girl stopped specifically.After a while, the front suddenly became crowded, and there was an exquisite building in front of them. There were many children standing on the threshold outside the building, and a salesman stopped his burden and was leaning against the window of the building.Wanxi took a closer look at the plaque in front of the building, and saw the words "Wen Shuo Ge".

This Wenshuo Pavilion is the largest tea house in Da'an City. Entering the main entrance is a small stage. There is a storyteller telling stories on the stage with eloquence. The upstairs and downstairs are full of people. The appearance of the play, looks quite like the greedy wolf star who went to Da'an Mountain School to give lectures back then.It's just that Tanlang Xingjun's school was full of banshees at that time, Wanxi and Haohan were far away from the door, and only the side face of the god and the banshees could be seen from a distance. Almost burning eyes.Aunt Heng Jun passed by the school and glanced at it for a while, then said with a sneer, "I haven't seen the world."

Wanxi squeezed into the door, looked around to find a place to sit, searched around, only a small seat was left next to a scholar in the corner, and walked there quietly.Don't want to just sit down, the scholar beside him immediately turned his head and nodded lightly, accompanied by a polite smile.

Say hello to me?Wanxi turned around subconsciously, and there was no one behind him. When Wanxi turned around, the scholar was already obsessed with the plot of the story again.Wanxi took a peek at the scholar sitting next to him. There was a pair of dark eyes on his white and tender face, and the expression on his face showed a little pity because of the sadness of the person in the story, so he concluded: "Young man, I haven't seen you." past world."

The story told by Mr. Storyteller is actually very ordinary, but it is just a sensational drama about love and parting. I have heard such stories a lot. Is there any new ghost brought by Da'an Academy who is not obsessed with his life until his death? ?If there is a difference, it is that the new ghost is dead after all. The story told is either from the height of summarizing life, seeing everything, or not, but death is dead. In the end, it is considered obsession. There is only resignation.And the living people in the world have more expectations when they tell stories, which always makes people feel that there is still hope in the future. This is probably the anger that belongs to the living people.

Just as he was contemplating the comparison, the storyteller on the stage suddenly slapped the gavel heavily, and said loudly: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter." Then he bowed and strode away.Those who listened to the book seemed to wake up from a dream, wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes with satisfaction.

After running out of entertainment, people left the teahouse one after another. The lobby, which was originally full of people, was more than half empty at once.The scholar next to him scratched the table with his index finger, as if he hadn't recovered from the story, Wanxi lifted his clothes and was about to leave, then the scholar raised his head and sighed: "Mr. Jiang's story is the best. , right?" A pair of dark eyeballs quietly stared at Wanxi's face, full of begging for affirmation.

Wanxi paused at the foot, and nodded politely.I don't want the scholar to get excited all of a sudden, "Mr. Jiang wrote all the stories by himself, and the best one is Farewell to the Changting Pavilion. I have read and listened to this story several times. Every time I listen to it, I still feel the same. I am very moved. The other stories in this pavilion are very long, and what you have just heard is only a small part. After the third girl and Second Young Master Li parted ways..."

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Is this what my aunt often said about familiarity?Wanxi had a smile on his face, but his heart became anxious.There are still all kinds of people coming and going outside the window, and everything is beckoning to Wanxi.I haven't seen enough of this wonderful world, little nerd, I don't want to talk about vulgar and sensational stories with you here!Seeing that the scholar changed his sitting position and poured a cup of tea smoothly, and put on a posture of making a long speech, Wanxi hurriedly cut through the mess: "I'm just here for the first time, dare I ask you, where can I stay?"

The words that came to his mouth were cut off abruptly, and the scholar's tone changed into a sound like that.Glancing at the sky outside the window, the scholar turned his head and said to Wanxi: "Young Master, you can live in this Wenshuo Pavilion if you wish. Although it is a bit more expensive, the service is very good. If you are a guest from a foreign country, You can also eat the most authentic Da’an cuisine in Wenshuo Pavilion. It’s early now, and you can still book a room, but if you’re late, you won’t be able to get any. This Wenshuo Pavilion’s business is very good.”

Wanxi looked around at Wen Shuoge's attire, and nodded happily, so the scholar enthusiastically led Wanxi to the owner of the tea shop to ask for a clean guest room, and ordered him to take care of it, which was very busy.Wanxi saw that although the scholar talked too much, he was a nice person, so when the scholar was about to turn around and leave, he said politely: "I have heard a lot of stories before, if you are interested in this, my lord, I can also talk to you. Let's talk about it."

The scholar's feet seemed to have stepped out of the door, and when he heard this, he turned his toes and turned back, his dark eyeballs suddenly shone.Wanxi's aunt's teaching to himself sounded in Wanxi's ears: "The meaning of misfortune comes from your mouth, don't be cheap!".Seeing the scholar stepping in front of Wanxi in two steps, he wanted to stretch out his hand to tug on Wanxi's sleeve but felt it was inappropriate, so he tugged on his own cuff: "Brother, are you serious?"

Of course not!Wanxi was still thinking about how to take back the words, but the scholar had already bowed deeply: "Under the Yuanming Dynasty, sir, let's rest first, and we must talk about the son's story tomorrow!" After finishing speaking, he walked away like the wind up.But in the blink of an eye, the sound of footsteps was already ten steps away.Wanxi sighed sincerely: "It's so fast!"

Patted the hem of his clothes and was about to sit down, that Yuan Ming suddenly poked his head in again: "Have you asked your son's name yet?" He stood up straight with a whoosh, almost out of his wits, Wanxi quickly replied: "Wanxi! Play for fun, stream for stream." When he stood up straight, Yuan Ming had disappeared like the wind again.Wanxi looked at the wide open door and thought: "How can a human scholar have such a speed!"