Chapter 61 Dry this bowl of Yellow River water, and be a Chinese in the next life

Yu Guangzhong wrote a poem called "The Burial of the Stars"-

The light blue night overflowed into the window, and the summer was too full

The firefly's small palace lamp is dreaming

Dreaming of the Tang Palace, dreaming of chasing the light Luo fan

Dream about another summer night.The funeral of a star

Dreaming of the extension and extinction of a flash

And your exclamation, my review, and a moment of speechlessness

Bai An stood in the dreary twilight, looking around the four fields, as if he had really seen the Tang Palace through the ancient times.

The distant city wall is creeping in the dark, only revealing a tough and heavy silhouette, he stands on the side of the road, the grass and trees around him are lush and lush, the road is an ancient Yangguan, and there is a sense of steadiness under his feet stepping on the bluestone.

As far as the eye can see, each building has a flying and smooth horn, like a swallow spreading its wings.

The nearest is a hotel, stretching out an antique wine flag, and two or three palace lamps are hung under the eaves, and the copper bells hanging under the corners are faint and lingering.

Bai An gently inhaled the cool air of the night, subconsciously raised his head, and his clear pupils moved, reflecting the stars in the summer night.

This is the capital.

This is the capital of this world.

He closed his eyes silently, and something complex and pure, inexplicably poured into his chest, hot, hot, and rampage.

Feeling his heart swell to the point of slight pain, he felt his eyes moist.

This is the real, undevastated China......

Even if it's not a world...... Bai An opened his eyes, his eyes were sour and proud, and he carefully looked at this strange imperial capital.

What I thought about was the desolate ruins of the Old Summer Palace in another world.

He couldn't help but cover his heart, for the first time, he was extremely glad that he was still born in this country, and for the first time after coming to this world, he felt a deep feeling of stepping on the ground, at least, this land, connected with the blood engraved in his soul.

After drying this bowl of Yellow River water, I will still be a Chinese in the next life.

A thousand years ago, it was all one family.

The pursed lips tightened into a line, and the force was slightly white, but the face was flushed with excitement, Bai An took a deep breath from his nose, and only spit out tremblingly for a long time, he pressed the black brim, his eyes skimmed his hand, looked at the hotel with the flag shaking, and walked directly over after a little consideration.

After getting closer, I found that this building is not pure antique, modern elements and Chinese style are quite ingeniously integrated, there is indeed an elegant and distant style of ancient pavilions, but it is not deep and tortuous, but it is very bright - the door to enter is an automatic induction glass door.

There is a white snowflake texture on the door, which is the brushwork of Tang painting, which is not abrupt, but complements each other.

Bai An was a little curious, paused in front of the door, and looked at it very interestingly, with a bright light shining in his eyes.

Then, he walked straight to the counter.

At midnight, two young staff members, a man and a woman, looked a little sad, and when they saw a guest coming, they were a little refreshed.

"Welcome. The two receptionists dressed in Hanfu bent down in unison, about fifteen degrees, to show respect.

The handsome female receptionist asked softly: "Excuse me, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

There was a similar impression in his memory, Bai An's face was impassive, and he nodded his chin lightly: "Is there still a vacant room?"

"Yes!" The girl smiled and lowered her head and pressed the keyboard: "There are standard rooms, high-class, and deluxe, and the single rooms are one hundred and eighty-nine, two hundred and three, and three hundred and sixty-six respectively." ”

"Which one do you need?"

Bai An nodded, and threw his ID card and Chen Long's signed travel consent form for minors to the counter: "A standard room, set two days, swipe the card." ”

The receptionist took the ID card and registered: "Okay, please take off your hat." ”

Bai An frowned, but still took the hat.

The two people on the other side were stunned as expected, and Bai An sighed: "Can you hurry up, it's late now, I still want to rest early......"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" The waiter was the first to react, comparing the photo on the ID card with the person in front of him, and quickly completed a series of tasks, subconsciously afraid of being sluggish.

The young girl blushed, and her eyes couldn't help but drift to Bai An.

"Please, I'll take you to your room. The male receptionist came out from behind the counter, staring at the female colleague's envious and jealous eyes slightly stiffly, and respectfully led the way for the little master Bai.

It is the hotel's rule that male guests are led by a male waiter, and that female guests and couples are led by a waitress.

The moment the two entered the elevator, the waitress slammed her hands in her face: "Whoa!"

Look good, look good, look good!!

……

This is a bronze pole hotel equivalent to a three-star star on the earth, the standard room of about 20 square meters is complete, Bai An got off at one o'clock in the morning, and he was also a little tired at this time, so he rested after washing.

After a good night's sleep, Bai An, who got up on time at six o'clock on the second day, ran 1,500 meters around the road with a peaked cap, walked back slowly, and bought breakfast by the way.

Then, he didn't contact Mr. Hong for the first time, and after sending a text message to Chen Longye Wanran and a few people to report safety, Bai An, who had eaten breakfast, took a shower, changed his clothes, put on a mask and hat, and copied his purse and walked around the capital leisurely.

Anyway, the retrograde Journey to the West has a manuscript, and daily tasks can be completed in the mental space of three to one with the outside world after the upgrade...... Just take it easy.

Travel, at least a little bit of a tourist.

There is no smog in the capital of this world...... Bai An walked around for a while, and was amazed.

There are still many alleys, and the large and small alleys of the capital are also civilized here.

The Imperial City has always been a breeding ground for gentlemen, both young and old, who have been stained with this habit, and have been a little careless in their bones all their lives.

Thinking that the Son of Heaven still lives in this place, looking at the extraordinarily strong ancient style in all directions, Bai An even had the illusion of having crossed over.

Because I walked in the pedestrian street of the scenic area, it was morning, and the old ladies and gentlemen walking on the street were all wearing Hanfu, and the styles of the Wei, Jin, Han and Tang dynasties were available, most of them were not so orthodox and improved, but they were enough to bluff people.

Bai An was slightly distracted and watched the uncle who mentioned the birdcage walking by, still carrying a singing radio on his body, until the person walked away, and he could still hear the babbling Kunqu opera, which was drifting away in the misty wind in the early morning.

Wonderful unreal.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, flipped the bag on his back, flipped through the atlas in his hand, and walked leisurely towards the next destination.

On the opposite side, a young man in black clothes and black pants walked over carrying a supermarket convenience bag, and when he got closer, he could see a bag full of canned beer.

The metal canister contained liquid, making a slight collision sound in the shaking bag, and passed from the side into Bai An's ears, ordinary and quiet.

Two people, passing by.

One looked down at the atlas, the other carried a convenience bag, and just didn't squint, and the other didn't notice the other.