Costume Mountains and Rivers

On March 21, the 23st year of Guangxu, the Qing government was defeated in the Sino-Japanese War of Sino-Japanese War, signed the "Treaty of Shimonoseki" and opened up Hangzhou as a treaty port. Japan requested that the West Lake area be designated as a concession, but was rejected by the Qing government. Finally, it was negotiated to set a location fifteen miles north of Hangzhou. To the north of Gongchen Bridge and the east bank of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal is the Japanese Concession, where the Japanese Consulate in Hangzhou was established.

Compared with brothels and smoking halls in the Japanese Concession in Tianjin, the Gongchen Bridge area is far away from the urban area of ​​Hangzhou, mostly farmland and tombs. In the late Qing Dynasty, Japanese pirates and rogues and Qinghong Gang colluded in activities here, and became a world of hooligans. Serious citizens disdain it Yu and Dare not dare to come, so there has been no prosperity.Because of this, during the decades from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the turmoil of the Republic of China, the most moving West Lake area in Hangzhou has inherited the gentleness and elegance of the Southern Song Dynasty, barely retaining a Chinese-style elegance and simplicity.

The autumn sun is bright but not scorching. Through the shade of the trees, it sprinkles on the mottled stone road. The lake and water can be seen in a panoramic view, which makes people feel a kind of detached and open-minded feeling from the bottom of their hearts. Mo Qinghe took a deep breath and listened to the distant scenery. The sounds of cicadas and birdsong, the assassination that I just heard about and the recent depression in Shen's house are all forgotten, and I only feel that my heart is open and very comfortable.

The three of them were immersed in the beauty of nature. Not only did Mo Qinghe have a sincere smile on his face, but Shen Peinan's frown that was always frowned was also relaxed. Even Shen Shuzhu, who had never been talkative, was like Infected by a certain emotion, he waved his peony folding fan to open the way ahead, and while walking, he turned his head to talk to a couple of monks behind him.

He talked about the lotus in the West Lake, Lin Hejing's plum wife, the meeting between the white lady and Xu Xian on the broken bridge, he said that tea is called "Wangyou Jun", no matter what kind of loneliness, a bowl of Longjing is enough to refresh people, He also greatly praised Mo Qinghe's play, even calling it the oriole coming out of the valley, which is comparable to the wonderful sound of the ages.

Mo Qinghe has been busy dealing with endless troubles and dinners these days, and has never paid much attention to this slender second son. Now that he has said a lot of things, he doesn't think he is like a master. It's like a gentleman who writes plays, very interesting.Hearing that he had published many collections of poetry, I asked him the title of the book with a smile, intending to read one or two.

Shen Peinan listened to Mo Qinghe's question humbly, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed loudly: "Second Brother's articles are all about landscape and love. They are too sour. Don't ask me if you don't understand them. I can't explain them." , it's very nasty."

Mo Qinghe turned her head to admire the beautiful scenery of West Lake, and sighed: "I came here, and I know why Yunyang has the current attitude towards things. Growing up in such a good place, I really don't want to forget my worries and forget it. It's just a pity. If there is I don’t know what it’s like to be sent into the hands of the Japanese one day.”

These words touched Shen Peinan's mind, and the brows that had been stretched just now were frowned again. Just as he was about to answer, Shen Shuzhu brushed his fan on his chest, and said impatiently: "Disappointed, disappointed, take a good swim in the lake, He is full of words about the troubled times, and he really wants to let down this beautiful mountain and river."

After saying that, he strode forward, Mo Qinghe looked at his back, opened his mouth in surprise, Shen Peinan looked sullen, and sneered: "Let them literati engage in politics, they really can say anything good."

After walking for a while, we arrived at the bank of the Xiling Bridge, in front of the tomb of the heroine Qiu Jin. The tombstone was engraved with the four characters "Heroine Heroes" inscribed by Mr. Sun Yat-sen himself. Mo Qinghe has gained a lot of knowledge this year. Knowing a hundred and eighty characters, the little actor who is full of hatred when mentioning the Kuomintang, walked to the grave and bowed respectfully.

The breeze was blowing, and the leaves were rustling. The three of them were resting in front of the tomb. Shen Peinan looked at the inscription, and there was a feeling of perseverance or sadness in his eyes. The bamboo was silent for a long time, shaking the folding fan and sighing: "The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad..."

Mo Qinghe admires chivalrous men, but he believes in Bolshevism, and his political views are different from these people in his bones, so he doesn't know what to say at this time.He suddenly felt tired, thinking that before he met Shen Peinan, he had experienced the warmth and hardships of people and the hardships of the world, and deeply hated the luxury of those patrons who praised him. He firmly believed that the national government was bad, existed for exploitation, and was even a traitor. A running dog, so dedicate yourself to the organization and seek a bright future for China.But the wider his vision, the more doubts he has in his heart, so that it rises to an unsolvable anguish, urging him at every moment when he can think alone.

He remembered the impassioned speeches of those students when they secretly went to the workers’ night school. They said: “Souls are created equal. Workers and farmers do the most tiring work, but they don’t have enough food and clothing, and they are enslaved and oppressed. Is it worth defending a government that only cares about collecting money without caring about the lives of its people?"

"Is it worth defending such a government that doesn't even resist the Japanese hitting the door?"

At that time, he could give a firm answer. He firmly believed that when the current world is overthrown and the world he and Liu Chu longed for is established, everyone can live with dignity and live a happy life. He had a good life without worrying about food and clothing, but now he was wondering, did they, the passionate people at that time, really understand their beliefs?

This pursuit of doctrine was once overshadowed by the hatred of Japan, but now in this beautiful Jiangnan, in this blessed place where we can temporarily escape the chaos of war, all these problems have popped up.

He sat quietly in front of Qiu Jin's tomb, thinking about the meaning of the word "hero" over and over again. He wanted to go back 30 years ago and feel the blood and belief of the heroes of Qiu Jin's generation. The stone tablet in his hand was cold. Yes, but he seemed to be touching a piece of coal, his heart was suffering, and he questioned himself over and over again, did he waver?Could it be that he was captured by the enemy?

He firmly said no in his heart, but he couldn't help being puzzled. If the government is not "bad", it used to be the brightest place for many heroes like Qiu Jin. If it still has people like Shen Peinan Supported by characters, if it is also painfully and confusedly looking for a way to strengthen itself under the urging of the great powers, then if you really want to overthrow it, really want to lurk, assassinate, and really risk turning against the one you love, Walking on the tip of a knife day and night?

He has always been full of religious enthusiasm for his beliefs, so he does more and thinks less. It took him a lot of time to trust Shen Peinan's character, and now he has fallen into new doubts, but he can't ask Shen Peinan. Regarding doctrine, he is alone and helpless at the moment , I can only be my own mentor.

Seeing him frowning and gritting his teeth for a while, Shen Peinan thought that he was suffering from the sacrifice of his predecessors and the situation in North China, so he wanted to say something to divert his attention.He walked up to Mo Qinghe and said with a smile, "My mother brings us here to worship every year. Don't think she is a bit pedantic now. More than 30 years ago, she was also a heroine."

Mo Qinghe's train of thought was interrupted, so she stopped the endless quarrel in her mind, and raised her head interestedly: "Then have you seen Qiu Jin too?"

"Mom said she did. I was only about one year old at the time, so I definitely don't remember." Shen Peinan stretched out his hand to pull him up, pointed to a path not far away that was shaded by green trees, patted the dust on his body, and said simply: "Go , go up the mountain."

Just two steps away, I saw two familiar figures, a man and a woman, approaching on the small road. When they got closer, Mo Qinghe lamented in his heart that the enemy's road is narrow, and it was none other than Xu Minjuan and Xu Minjuan. Brother and sister of Xu Yicun.

Xu Minjuan was wearing a golden satin cheongsam, a thin silver-gray fringed shawl, and heavy makeup, much more beautiful than when she met at Shen's house.Embarrassed, she turned her head to look at the lake, pretending not to notice Shen Peinan.Xu Yicun glanced this way, with a sudden smile on his face, he walked over generously, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, how many of you are here to swim in the lake?" After shaking hands, he turned his gaze to Mo Qinghe and said, "I remember that Boss Mo is from the north. When you come to Hangzhou this time, Mr. Shen should take you for a stroll."

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today, and when he smiles, the left corner of his mouth is pulled up, which looks a little mocking, but he is used to seeing it, and people can't feel disgusted, as if it is a unique way of expressing his demeanor , a layer of lenses blocked the cold light in his too dark eyes, making him look like a shrewd businessman.

Everyone talked about the weather and the contents of the lunch, and then they separated. When they were far away, Mo Qinghe looked back and saw the two brothers and sisters chatting in front of Qiu Jin's tomb. He met He, her smile quickly cooled down, and her eyes were like a blade rubbed with mint leaves, scraping him straight.

Mo Qinghe turned his head quickly, Shen Peinan glanced at him, and said coldly: "Don't look back."

There was cold hostility in Shen Peinan's eyes, which was definitely not caused by a failed engagement. Mo Qinghe saw that he was in a bad mood and was afraid of bumping into his gun, so she nodded obediently. After walking a few steps, he said: "I always feel that the two of them are not very authentic. They look the same after a while, which makes people feel, feel a little..."

"Fake." Shen Peinan interjected, his strides were big, as if he wanted to quickly get rid of the two Xu family members, "Their family has been like this since their grandfather's generation, if this marriage is changed to a lady from another family, Mom insists, It's nothing if I just marry, the Xu family can't do it, I can't get used to that fake face."

While chatting, they walked towards the lonely mountain. There are not many tourists today. The empty mountain is green and the birds are chirping. Among the green, it is very bright and moving.

Mo Qinghe didn't pay attention to the scenery. He heard Shen Peinan talk a lot about the Xu family, so he understood the source of his contempt.

Xu Minjuan's father is now one of Wang Zhaoming's loyal followers. In fact, he is not very capable, but the grandfather of Xu's brothers and sisters is the most economically minded person. He took advantage of the Westernization Movement in the late Qing Dynasty to open a factory and accumulated a fortune A large amount of assets. Later, the Qing court was on the verge of collapse. He saw the future of the Revolutionary Party and thought it was a huge profit. Being in a high position, who knows how long he has not persisted, he changed his mind and voted for Yuan Shikai again.

The Xu family's phalanx was the same as Xu Yicun's, tactful, hypocritical, and with the precise mind of a businessman. When Yuan Shikai fell and everyone was waiting for bad news from the Xu family, they left themselves a long time ago. The back road, overnight, became Sun Wen's loyal follower again.

This attitude of seeking survival in the cracks has blessed them to climb to their current status and accumulate considerable wealth.Now they see the hopelessness of the Nationalist government, and think that exchanging coal and steel from Northeast Manchuria and North China for peace in the south is a very profitable deal, so they gather around Wang Jingwei, and use his idea of ​​peace talks to make a decision to seek refuge with the Japanese. idea.

Shen Peinan sighed a bit when talking about this period, and said with a sneer: "Nowadays there are these scumbags in the party, who talk nonsense in the name of maintaining peace and make a mess of smoke everywhere. Seeing them standing in front of Qiu Jin's tomb makes me blush for them. "

Mo Qinghe was dumbfounded, he couldn't understand it at all, and asked: "Can revolution be used for investment and business?"

Shen Shuzhu was tired of hearing the two of them chattering, so he hid quietly with his fan, and vaguely heard what Mo Qinghe didn't know, so he laughed and interjected: "As long as you have the right vision, it will be a big deal. But Hu Shizhi, who is half-bottled at Peking University, wouldn’t teach you these things.”

Shen Peinan shook his hand, and interrupted him with a frown: "Talk about your love affairs, and stop talking nonsense about current affairs to him, otherwise he will have so many questions that it will really annoy me to death." After speaking, he took the lead and walked up the stairs, turning his head while walking and said: " These people have the same idea as that Mr. Chen, hoping that the war will be delayed one day, and as long as there is a moment of stability, they can continue their foreign trade business. Zhaoming proposed a temporary curve to save the country, which fulfilled their wish, so they got a lot of money. less support."

Shen Shuzhu heard that the topics they talked about all the way were about politics, they had no personal feelings, and they even had little intimacy at home. He felt that it was not in line with Shen Peinan's style of behavior, so he asked curiously: "You two are together. Say this?"

Mo Qinghe suddenly thought of Shen Peinan's obscene words, and slandered that what the bandit likes to say can't be said in front of others, so naturally he can only talk about these things, but Shen Peinan also thought of this, and glanced at Mo Qinghe meaningfully , pinched his waist and eyes, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what you say, what matters is what you do."

Mo Qinghe blushed, and took two quick steps calmly, moving away from Shen Peinan, but he was pulled to her side again, dishonestly pinching here and there, hurting him all the time Grinning his teeth before giving up.Shen Shuzhu achieved his goal, smiled and tapped the folding fan on the palm of his hand twice, and went to the front to lead the team.

The lonely mountain is not high. After a group of people walked for a long time, the stone steps under their feet disappeared. Suddenly, a short whitewashed wall appeared in front of them. Fan-shaped hollow windows were carved side by side on the wall, and the greenery inside was faintly visible.The stairs up the mountain are connected with a winding path, leading directly to an open round door in the middle of the white wall, with lingering vines hanging down.

Standing at the entrance of the round hole and looking in, it turned out to be a large Longjing tea garden.The spring tea picking season is long past, and the tea canopies grow thick and lush.

Shen Shuzhu solemnly dusted off the dust on the long gown, pointed to a few houses in the depths of the tea garden, turned around and said excitedly: "Here we are, we have arrived today. I don't believe that she hasn't seen me yet." noodle!"

Mo Qinghe saw that this place is far away from the market, and the environment is quiet and elegant, so he thought that the person who can live here must be a hermit in the mountains?Then he tugged at Shen Peinan's arm and asked, "Who are you here to see after running so far?"

Shen Peinan was tall, pushed aside the vines hanging above his head, bent down and walked into the tea garden, stopped, and when he turned around, he had a small bunch of autumn osmanthus in his hand, and casually inserted it into the small lilac bag next to Mo Qinghe. In the tassel knot of the purse, she said with a smile: "A very learned lady, you can ask her if you have anything to say, don't make me frizzy when you meet, sir, I won't let you go .”

A group of people walked slowly on the path of the tea garden, the dew on the tip of the leaves stained people's clothes, Shen Shuzhu's footsteps were brisk, and he waved his fans uncontrollably and talked about the most proud Longjing tea in Hangzhou.

"Tea originated in the Tang Dynasty and began to flourish in the Song Dynasty. There is a saying that it is cooked in the Tang Dynasty and brewed in the Song Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, salt, pepper and other auxiliary materials were added to make tea. In the Song Dynasty, tea bricks were ground into tea powder and served In the black-bottomed tea bowl, there is a poem by Lu You, "The Qingchuang fine milk play divides the tea; it is about the scene of fighting tea in the Song Dynasty..."

"Longjing in Hangzhou is divided into four characters: lion, dragon, cloud and tiger. But tea tasting is not only about tea, but also about water, utensils, environment and heart. When it comes to water, Hangzhou has The spring water of Hupao Spring is the most suitable for drinking tea. There is a poem saying, "If you laugh at yourself, the qin is not stringed, store the spring before tea"..."

The path is narrow and only one person can pass through. Shen Peinan was walking between Shen Shuzhu and Mo Qinghe, but when he heard this, he stopped and dragged Mo Qinghe to the front, and said with a headache: "I have been bothered by his words since I was a child. Moaning without itching or sickness, as if about to become a fairy."

Shen Shuzhu immediately turned around, and angrily said: "You rough warriors, you can be said to be extremely incomprehensible! The cultural inheritance of our ancestors is broken in the hands of you!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a team of tea farmers coming from a distance, all of them carrying hoes and wearing ragged clothes, and then there was a burst of singing that seemed to be there, one person at first, and then the voice gradually increased , forming a sobbing tone, the tone is extremely sad, if you hear it in the middle of the night, it is almost like a ghost chanting.

"Birds call out, ghosts come in, Hitachi picks greens, stir-fries greens at night, fingers are blistered, eyes are red, tea growers, how sad. Longjing Longjing, how famous, ask the tea growers, most of them are Hakka people, son In Jiaxing, the ancestors lived in Shaoxing, squatting in thatched huts, gnawing on sweet potatoes, do you think there are names but not names?"

Shen Shuzhu's discussion was interrupted, and he sighed disappointed, but the song couldn't stop. The tea farmers were scattered in the field, and the song came from all directions, and it echoed like weeping along with the wind and pines in the mountains. Absolutely.

"Fish in Fuchun River, tea in Fuyang Mountain. The fish fat sells my son, and the fragrance of tea ruins my house. The tea picker, the fisherman, the government tortured and plundered every skin. Why is Haotian so unkind? What is wrong with this place? Why don't fish grow?" Why doesn’t tea grow in other counties? Fuyang mountain, when will it be destroyed? Fuchun water, when will it dry up? The tea will die if the mountain is destroyed, and the river will dry up and fish will disappear! Woohoo! "