"Yaowen, this is President Liang. ”

Under Huo Guantai's introduction, Liang Weilin stretched out his hand with a smile and said: "Hello Mr. Huo, I have long admired your name, and when I saw it today, he was really a young and promising young talent, and he was really a rare young talent." ”

Liang Weilin is about 50 years old, wearing a relatively simple sky blue coat, his face is a little round, and he smiles very honestly.

"President Liang, you're polite!" Huo Yaowen shook hands with him warmly.

After the two met and greeted, under the guidance of Huo Guantai, several people sat down one after another, drinking tea and eating melon seeds, chatting while watching the Peking Opera being performed downstairs.

After the performers on the stage left the stage, Liang Weilin turned his face to look at Huo Yaowen and asked with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Huo is from Zhongshan, Guangdong?"

"That's right, my ancestral home is Zhongshan, Guangdong. Huo Yaowen nodded.

"Zhongshan is a good place!"

Liang Weilin seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and sighed: "I remember when I was 14 years old, I left my hometown to study in Guangzhou, the road was not easy to walk, there was no train, and I passed by Zhongshan for a long time, and I remember that Zhongshan was still called Xiangshan. But the funny thing is that I only stayed in Xiangshan for one night, and when I woke up the next day, I found that there were many banners hanging all over the street, saying that Xiangshan was changed to Zhongshan, and later I came to Guangzhou to know that the name was changed to commemorate Mr. Zhongshan. ”

Huo Yaowen said: "Then it seems that I have a good relationship with President Liang. My father often told me that there was a Xishan Temple in Zhongshan, where the Buddha was very effective, and when I was born, my father took my mother up the mountain to pray for me. ”

Referring to Zhongshan Xishan Temple, Liang Weilin said: "Haha yes, later when I was working in Zhongshan, I also went to Xishan Temple, where incense is indeed prosperous, and the villagers who are incense are endless." It's just that later because of the war, when I went again, the temple was dilapidated, and there were only a few old monks left. ”

At the end, he couldn't help but sigh.

When Huo Yaowen heard this, he imagined a picture of the temple being dilapidated and only a few old monks in his mind, remembering that his family used to talk about the miracle of Xishan Temple in his memory, and he felt a little sad, and said: "That's a pity, the impression of Xishan Temple is from my father and grandma, and when I was celebrating the Chinese New Year this year, my grandma also said that if I have the opportunity in the future, I want to go back to Xishan Temple to burn incense and make a vow." ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't been back to my hometown of Panyu for many years. Huo Guantai, who was on the side, listened to the two chatting about Zhongshan, which also aroused his homesickness.

Liang Weilin said with some emotion: "I remember that last year's "Pangu Magazine", there was an article that was very well written, all over the world, life is just a return movement, in this movement, everyone has his nostalgia ......"

Speaking of this, Liang Weilin paused slightly, did not continue, but smiled: "Panyu and Zhongshan are very good now, the local production team has a bumper harvest every year, and they are also full of fishing when they go to sea." ”

Huo Guantai knew Liang Weilin's identity, and when he heard him say this, he was very happy: "That's good, that's good." I remember that when I went out to sea with my father, uncle and others, I often returned in vain, but occasionally I was able to catch some valuable seafood. ”

Chatting about the topic of hometown, the three of them chatted very happily, Huo Yaowen, who was originally a little stranger to Liang Weilin, also talked a lot, but in his memory, Zhongshan has always been just the hometown of this body, thinking of his hometown Anyang in his previous life, he knew that it was already in the past, and couldn't help but be sentimental, and said: "My hometown is so small, so small that it can only hold two words." ”

Hearing this, Liang Weilin's eyes lit up, and he recited it silently several times in his heart, and couldn't help but applaud: "Okay, Mr. Huo really deserves his reputation, and his casual simple words are so full of charm." ”

This sentence sounds like a simple expression of hometown only two words, but although hometown is two words, but hometown has its own relatives, thoughts, memories, and youth in the hometown......

"My hometown is so small, so small that it can only hold two words......"

Huo Guantai also read it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Okay, Yaowen's words are good, and they go to my heart." ”

"The two of them are overrated, and they say it casually, and they say it casually. Huo Yaowen's face was modest, this short poem was also read on the Internet in his later life, and he just said it with emotion.

Liang Weilin laughed: "The ancients often said that the article is natural, and the clever hand is occasionally obtained, and honesty does not deceive me, this is not a short sentence that Mr. Huo said casually, isn't it a good short poem?!"

Seeing that he said so, Huo Yaowen smiled and didn't say anything more, anyway, he borrowed a lot of ideas from later generations, and became a half-literary copyist, so it doesn't matter if he copies one more short poem.

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After the short poem just now, Huo Yaowen chatted with Liang Weilin more and more happily, originally he thought that Liang Weilin was looking for himself, what river crab content he was talking about, and he was a little worried about whether he would be 404, but now he just talked about some daily topics, and he let go a lot.

Coupled with Huo Guantai on the side, the three of them talked and laughed, swallowed melon seeds, drank good tea, watched a good show, talked and laughed, so unhappy.

It's just that Liang Weilin's next sentence almost scared Huo Yaowen!

Liang Weilin took a sip of tea, knocked on the melon seeds, and said as if he was chatting: "Mr. Huo, I have also read several books you wrote, among which I am most interested in "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", I also studied a period of pre-Qin history in my early years, in your first book, it was written that the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang was buried in Shaanxi, which was already known many years ago, and it has long been protected. It's just that I'm curious, how did you think that under the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, there would be countless terracotta warriors and horses buried? And the huge underground buildings comparable to the Heavenly Palace? These are all adapted from historical books or folk legends, Mr. Huo?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Huo Yaowen squirted out a mouthful of tea, but fortunately he hurriedly turned around and didn't spray on the two of them, but he was very embarrassed, and hurriedly wiped the water stains on his nose, mouth, and face with the back of his hand.

Huo Guantai said with concern: "What's wrong with Yaowen?"

Liang Weilin said, "It's okay, Mr. Huo?"

"No, it's fine. After Huo Yaowen wiped it, he hurriedly waved his hand to say that he was fine, but he was still a little frightened in his heart, poured water into the teacup again, and drank a sip of warm tea, and his mood stabilized a lot.

Thinking of Liang Weilin's question, Huo Yaowen hesitated for a few seconds and said: "Actually, most of them are based on folk rumors and some ancient history books, but they are ......."

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