Shangguan Xiaoyun walked out of the station with Xuanwei and others, and on the way, she was like a professional tour guide, explaining the story of Maigao Bridge to everyone.

Today's Maigao Bridge is developing very quickly, it can be described as a busy and lively place, but a long time ago, it was sparsely populated and barren.

There are many theories about the legend of Maigao Bridge, but in general, they are all the same, and they are all related to the "selling of cakes".

And what Shangguan Xiaoyun told everyone was the version she heard from her grandmother when she was a child.

"A long time ago, there lived here an old woman who had no children and no daughters, making and selling her own 'steamed baby cakes' for babies in Qiaotou. The steamed cake made by the old woman is very famous, and people in the vicinity will buy it and eat it, so the old woman's business is always very good. But the strange thing is that every time the old woman goes back to count the money she has earned that day, she finds a piece of paper money inside. At first, the old woman thought it was someone else's prank, but after a long time, the old woman gradually became curious, who was doing this?" Shangguan Xiaoyun said softly.

Probably because he is a Taoist priest, the moment he heard the paper money tomorrow night, his curiosity was raised.

As we all know, paper money is used in the underworld, and in ancient times when the people were conservative and superstitious, unless they swept the tomb or did something, the living were not willing to touch this kind of obscure thing at all.

Could it be that this legend is actually a terrifying and grotesque ghost story?

Not only tomorrow night, but even Qinglian next to her secretly pricked up her ears.

Later, the old woman noticed that every day a haggard young woman came to buy cakes, and every time the woman finished buying cakes, paper money would appear in her money box. On this day, after the woman came to sell the cakes, the old woman secretly followed her out of curiosity. The woman walked as fast as her feet did not touch the ground, and the old woman followed for a long time before she realized that she had come to a deserted grave. Shangguan Xiaoyun's tone slowed down, and her voice was much lower to match the situation.

Mingye's eyes shone brightly, and he said with some expectation: "What about after that?"

Shangguan Xiaoyun smiled, she really didn't expect that Ming Ye, who had behaved so maturely before, would also show the naivety that children of the same age should have.

The woman walked to a grave without a tombstone, and suddenly stopped, and she turned to look at where the old woman was hiding. When the old woman saw that she had been discovered, she had to come out with courage, who would have thought that the woman would kneel down against her and kowtow heavily. It turned out that the woman used to be the concubine of a nearby family, but when she was about to give birth, because of dystocia, the child died before she was born, and the family buried the woman with a big belly, but she didn't expect that the child in the woman's belly did not die. The child was finally born, but the woman was already a ghost and had no milk to feed the child, so she had to take the paper money from the underworld to buy the old woman's cake to feed the child. The woman begged the old woman to raise the child, and the kind-hearted old woman agreed, and the woman disappeared into the cemetery and was never seen again. Speaking of this, Shangguan Xiaoyun's eyes couldn't help but be filled with a layer of mist, as if she was moved by the woman's maternal love.

A faint sigh sounded, and it came from Qinglian's mouth.

As a ghost baby, she has the deepest feelings about this story, and she feels strange in her heart.

As if aware of this, Xuan Wei reached out and rubbed Qinglian's head, he didn't say a word, just nodded with a faint smile.

Qinglian snorted, smiled, and rubbed her head very sweetly towards Xuanwei's palm.

The movements of the two were very subtle, and everyone in the walking was almost unnoticed, but Pu Ji noticed the actions of the master and apprentice of Xuanwei, and a slight smile of relief appeared on his face.

When he was in Bodhi Suzhai before, Puji saw the details of Qinglian, and while he sympathized with her pitiful plight, he also praised Xuanwei's merits and good deeds in accepting her disciples and taking care of them.

Perhaps it was to make up for Qinglian's tragic and pitiful life experience that God arranged for Xuanwei to appear in its world, right?

Just like the woman in the story, she met a kind-hearted old woman who sold steamed cakes.

The edge of the word, the end is wonderful!

Later, the old woman called the villagers to dig up the grave, and sure enough, a lively and lovely baby was found next to the female corpse. The old man was not surprised, and raised the baby as his son. Since then, the bridge where the old woman sells cakes has been called the 'Bridge for Selling Cakes'. As for whether the name Maigao Bridge has evolved from this, folk opinions are different, but it doesn't matter if it's or not. Shangguan Xiaoyun said carefully.

After listening to the whole story, Ming Ye sighed and said: "A bridge, a legend, has been passed down orally from generation to generation with the years, it is really wonderful!"

Regarding the emotion of a little adult tomorrow night, Shangguan Xiaoyun couldn't help but smile: "There are still a lot of stories like this in Jinling!"

"It would be great if someone could record all these legends and let more people see and hear them!" said Ming Ye with some regret.

There are too many legends in China, and the long history makes each city have a strange story behind it.

Unfortunately, as the city changes and generations of old people pass away, these stories gradually fade into history.

If it can be preserved, wouldn't it be a spiritual and cultural treasure house full of humanistic beauty?

Taking a step back, wouldn't it be much better to adapt these stories into film and television cultural works, which can not only enrich people's lives, but also allow more people to understand their cities and countries, than fast-food works that are already somewhat deformed?

"Let more people see it?" Shangguan Xiaoyun muttered to herself, but it was like a bright light passing through her mind.

The footsteps stopped unconsciously, and Shangguan Xiaoyun stopped in place, as if thinking about something.

After Xuanwei and the others noticed Shangguan Xiaoyun's abnormality, they stopped one after another, but they didn't make a sound to disturb.

They knew very well that it was best not to disturb Shangguan Xiaoyun in this case.

Shangguan Xiaoyun thought a lot, the recent job search experience, the study life in college, and the scene when she was lying on her grandmother's knee and listening to the story when she was a child.

After a long time, Shangguan Xiaoyun's eyes glowed with a burst of light, and she shouted in surprise: "Yes, this is what I want to do!"

It seems that the layman has figured out something, and the depression in his heart has dissipated. Ming Ye smiled at Shangguan Xiaoyun.

When the two talked before, under the observation of words and expressions tomorrow night, they found that Shangguan Xiaoyun had something on her mind, even if she didn't say it, her expression still showed depression.

However, at this moment, her expression became particularly relaxed, and her whole person seemed to be completely new.

"Thank you, little master tomorrow night, if it weren't for your words, I might have lost my original intention! Today I was going to attend the interview, but now I have decided to give up, I plan to continue to prepare for the graduate school entrance examination, become a folklore scholar in the future, and sing these beautiful folk tales!" Shangguan Xiaoyun said firmly.

(PS: It's a true portrayal of a person, I chose the rare major of folklore when I was admitted to graduate school, but unfortunately I didn't pass the interview, embarrassed!)