The street was lit up like a dragon and the moonlight was like water.
"On the night of the twelfth month in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I took off my clothes and was about to sleep. Thinking of nothing, I went to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was also not asleep and walked in the courtyard. The water under the courtyard was clear and the algae covered the shadows of the bamboos and cypresses. What moonless night? Where are the bamboos and cypresses? But there are few idlers like us. "
Liu Changan left the KTV and saw Bai Hui standing under the streetlight in the distance. Her shadow was very long. Qian Ning and Lu Yuan were helpless beside her. They were saying something to comfort Bai Hui.
Liu Changan put his hands in his pockets and smiled. He looked up at the moon and walked home.
Before the invention of computers and mobile phones, there was not much of a difference in entertainment between ancient and modern times. Drinking, visiting prostitutes, playing chess, camping, traveling, reading, watching spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Each of the four seasons had their own entertainment.
Turning off the lights and saving fuel to have children.
But thinking about it carefully, in the days long ago, people seemed to pay more attention to spiritual and emotional intercourse, not just gathering together for fun. For example, when Su Shi saw the beautiful moon, he put on his clothes and went to find Zhang Huaimin. The important thing was to drink and have a long talk under the moon.
Su Shi was a person who was very good at reciting the moon. Not only could he write about the moon in the heavenly palace in Shuidiao Getou, but he could also write about the moon in the human world in Night Tour of Chengtian Temple. However, it was cold and bright, clear and bright.
Liu Changan walked under the moonlight, still finding the phone and computer fun. He picked up his phone and saw a WeChat message.
"The moon is beautiful tonight. I'm taking a walk with my mom and we're talking about Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight by the Lotus Pond."
"Just in time, I remembered Su Shi's Night Tour to Chengtian Temple. But you two are talking about Zhu Ziqing's night view. I'm only one person but I'm talking about Su Shi and Zhang Huaimin's moon. "
"Hehe, because there's a lotus pond downstairs. Mom said that people who still look up at the moon are either lonely people or people with a strong state of mind. They still know how to settle down in the flashy world and return to nature. Which kind of person are you? "
"A lonely person."
"How could that be? I feel that you are eloquent and knowledgeable. A person like you should have many friends and many girls like you. How could you be lonely? "
"If your mother knows, what kind of person is she?"
"She … she said she was a lonely person."
"…"
"…"
When Liu Changan got home, he felt a little hungry. Liquor, Erguotou, and fish tails were just to satisfy his appetite. To satisfy his stomach, he had to eat something else.
There were still some taros at home, which were given by Old Madam Liu. Old Madam Liu owed Liu Changan five yuan when they played mahjong. Later, she took some of the taros she planted and said that she wanted to give them to Liu Changan, but she did not mention returning the five yuan. Liu Changan naturally understood that they were old neighbors.
Taros could be made into soup and could also replace grain to make starch. In ancient times, when marching, the army often prepared taros as a reserve or made porridge to help the victims of famine. Liu Changan simmered the taros, added the fat and tender cabbage to cook, and added some soy sauce. It tasted sweet but could fill one's stomach.
Today, he came back much later than usual. Liu Changan came to the mahjong house with the bowl and walked around. Only the last table of old men and women persisted. Liu Changan looked at it and helped Old Madam Liu of the same family, but she was chased away without any success.
When Liu Changan passed by the van, he hesitated for a moment, took out the key and entered the van again. He gently placed the bowl on top of the coffin lid and stared at the coffin that he cared about.
There were very few people and things that could make Liu Changan care about, but in such a deep night, it was so quiet outside the van that there was only an unknown whistling sound in the distance. The dark color of the coffin in front of him was deep and dazzling with flowing lights and colors. The bright patterns seemed to come alive like a projection. The strange and dazzling scene was breathtaking in his eyes. Liu Changan could not help but feel a little uneasy. He picked up the bowl and left the van.
The feeling of being in a trance disappeared in an instant. When he looked back, it seemed that the coffin was just a dead object. It was no different from those lying in the museum. Only the magnetic field of history was left.
Tomorrow was a holiday. He would go to the museum. Liu Changan washed the dishes and did some housework. It was impossible to review during the holidays. He could only lie down and read or go out for a stroll. It was not a waste of the meaning of the holiday.
Before going to bed, Liu Changan looked at the moon in the west for the last time. The water in front of the house seemed to be empty. The water was intertwined with algae. It was not the shadow of the bamboo and cypress, but the huge sycamore tree. He did not know when it started. In this early summer, one side of the branches and leaves had become bare, and the branches cast a crisscrossed weave shadow on the ground.
When he woke up in the morning, Liu Changan scraped the white rice crust that had been fried overnight from the pressure cooker. The paper-thin crust was fried with oil and added some sugar as breakfast. It was called Baiyun Slices in Jinling.
Liu Changan's cooking was not exquisite, but it tasted good. He took a bag of soy milk from the door and drank it. He saw the old people who got up early to take a walk gathered under the sycamore tree and talked.
The sycamore tree had lost more leaves than last night. Old Madam Liu made a scientific conclusion that the sycamore tree was sick and needed an injection. When she was at her son's house in Beijing for the New Year, she saw the trees on the streets of the capital were like this.
Old Man Qian objected because it was not the New Year. It was winter. It was summer now, and the sycamore tree was just changing its leaves.
Everyone expressed their opinions. Finally, they found Liu Changan because he was studying and learning the knowledge of the new era. He could give a more scientific explanation.
"Maybe there is a treasure buried under the sycamore tree that can absorb essence. It is absorbing the essence of the living beings in the world." Liu Changan thought about it and said with certainty, "There is a record in Li Daoren's notes on grave robbing … Well, that book is called 'Qi Xing Ji'."
Liu Changan's explanation was very unscientific, but it caused a new wave of discussion. No one said anything about the new era anymore. The discussion about this feudal superstition became even more heated. Liu Changan drank soy milk while listening to the detailed explanations he had obtained from various supernatural stories and novels.
"Before liberation, this was a cemetery. The last time I planted vegetables, I dug up a bone."
"That's from a pig's skull! Oh my god! "
"You guys are young. You haven't heard of the Huang Fengping Earth Dragon absorbing water and spitting out pearls, right? That was in … 1966. The pearl that the earth dragon spit out landed here … Yes, I remember the location clearly. It is under this sycamore tree. "
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