Zhang Liang said that Songhai is located in the land of Qilu and has not been devastated by the war, so this land is still peaceful and rich. In this way, it should be the area of Shandong, no wonder standing on the mountainside and looking at the sea always makes me feel familiar, and it is similar to the coastline of Qingdao.

The streets of houses are built close to the coast, and the sea is majestic as far as the eye can see, but it is generous and gentle without the awe-inspiring momentum, and the waves crash happily against the shore, never disturbing the people who live on this land.

After about half an hour of walking down the mountain, we arrived at Songhai City. I never dreamed that at this moment, I would be strolling in the ancient streets full of green bricks and green tiles and eaves and pavilions, with shop flags flying high, and the sparkling carriages and horses, and the endless flow of ancients, as if I had become a person in the painting.

Xiaoshengxianzhuang is like a paradise, and this street with people coming and going, and the strong atmosphere of the market, give me a sense of truly integrating into this time and space and becoming a drop in the ocean among the vast people of the Great Qin Dynasty. For a while, I was a little confused about who I was, where I came from and where I was going, compared to the vastness of the universe, I was really not worth mentioning, and I was thrown into the torrent of change in this era without a fixed place.

My thoughts fluttered with the scenery of the market in front of me, so that Zhang Liang had already stopped and turned around, but I didn't notice it, and directly collided with him.

I didn't want me to hit the force quite strong, I stumbled and fell backwards, Zhang Liang saw that I lost my center of gravity, and his arm stopped my waist and hugged me.

For a moment, I really had a very evil feeling, why did I inexplicably crash into Zhang Liang's arms again? Is there a mistake in this? And this time we were not only close at hand, but even more unfortunate was that we happened to look at each other.

He looked at my burning, flushed face, and was slightly stunned as if he had an epiphany, his brows slightly tightened, and his eyes flashed with an elusive look.

The heartbeat was fast, and I couldn't tell whether the messy breath between us came from him or me, and the time became unusually slow, and the slow was almost solidified, until a shout that went straight into the sky: "Sell steamed cakes~~!!"

We were all startled by this earth-shattering shouting, and we saw a guy from a bun shop looking at us in a daze, looking embarrassed, and he stammered and apologized: "He~He...... Excuse me...... I didn't see you in front, so I scared this girl and my son. ”

As soon as Zhang Liang's hand was released, I also stepped back, although the ups and downs in my heart did not completely subside at this time, but this guy's honest and straightforward words made me smile, and the atmosphere became relaxed.

"That...... Do you want to buy steamed cakes?"

"No need, thank you~!" Zhang Liang smiled faintly, and then told me: "Yun'er, follow closely, don't get lost here." ”

"Well, I know" I took a step forward and walked side by side with Zhang Liang.

I don't know if I'm sensitive or Zhang Liang has indeed become a little restrained, the uninhibited smile that he has hidden from time to time is gone, and his walking posture has become a straight eye, as if he is afraid of taking a wrong step. I wondered, did he realize that every time my face was flushed, it was because of those unspeakable girl Huaichun?

I peeked into the side of his face, trying to dig out more details from his expression to explain what had just happened. He seemed to sense my prying eyes, and as he turned his head to look at me, I quickly withdrew my gaze and looked away, pretending to be distracted and admiring the streetscape.

"Yun'er, you should know my past, right?" Zhang Liang asked suddenly, his tone as if he was catching up with an old friend, with a faint sense of amazement.

"Well, I know. I answered.

"Then you know my future and what I'm doing right now, right?"

"What are you doing now?" I ......said, questioningly, but it was obvious that the tone was not a question, but a complete affirmative.

Zhang Liang nodded, and said, "The future world you come from must be a peaceful and peaceful place, right?"

"Oh? ”

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth raised a good-looking arc, and said with a light smile: "I can't see a trace of scars left by the years on your body." You look at everything with a simple appreciation and taste, and there is no darkness in your eyes. ”

Zhang Liang suddenly became sentimental, which made me a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, and looked at him strangely.

"Yun'er, look. ”

I looked in the direction indicated by Zhang Liang, and the long street led far to the sea, and although the scenery was beautiful, there was nothing special about it.

"A Glimpse of the Sea"

"A glimpse of the sea?" I thought for a moment, do you mean, "The sea is like pouring into a wine glass?"

"Yun'er is really very perceptive. Zhang Liangyun smiled lightly, "I will take care of each other, and I will not be hurt forever." ”

"Isn't this a sentence in the Book of Songs?" Zhang Liang was so stunned, although I couldn't react at once, but I thought about Zhang Liang's past and understood his thoughts.

I accidentally remembered a teahouse in Qingdao I once went to, the name is: A Cup of Canghai. There is a poem in front of the teahouse, which is very interesting, so I suddenly came interested in reading a few sentences for Zhang Liang to appreciate, and I want to learn from the vassal elegance of the ancients?

Everyone is a cup

But the size of the cups is different

Some cups hold a sea of water

Some cups can't hold their own appreciation

Empty your cup

Let people think differently

When Zhang Liang heard this, he showed a very surprised look. "Yun'er, what are you reading this?"

"It's poetry~ It's beautiful, isn't it?" I replied with a look of being very intoxicated by the artistic conception.

"It's also called poetry?"

I was embarrassed, glanced at him, and said: "This is called free verse, how meaningful, how many rules are like your ancient poems, jerky and difficult to understand!"

Zhang Liang couldn't help laughing, and asked with curiosity in his eyes: "Then Yun'er, can you explain this artistic conception?"

"Hmm~~~" I elongated my tone, looking like a poet possessed by a fairy, and sighed: "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." The inner attachment to the past is indeed impressive, but the pursuit of life cannot be abruptly stopped, why not empty your cup and let people imagine something else?"

Zhang Liang's face changed when I said this, he was slightly stunned, thoughtful, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Yun'er is really different." ”

I smiled noncommittally, "Isn't this nonsense! I'm here in time, of course I'm different!...... I don't like the difference. Somehow, the laughter turned into a lament.

"Yun'er, what does nonsense mean?"

"Uh...... Hey~!In the future, if you don't understand the words, jump out, don't keep asking me what this means, what does that mean, I'm not a Xinhua dictionary, I don't have time to explain!"

"This ......" Zhang Liang was speechless for a while, and he could see that he was very confused about what the Xinhua dictionary was, but he was still very cooperative and couldn't help asking, and directly changed the topic and said, "You go somewhere with me." ”

"Where?"

"There is an inn"

"There's an inn? there's an inn?...... What do you mean. ”

"This is the sign of the inn, and it is called an inn. ”

"Oh~~~~," I nodded and commented, "This name is so special, very, very personal." ”

Zhang Liang looked at me, and the corners of his mouth rose again. There is a casualness in this smile, there is a joy, soft like the oncoming sea breeze, warm and fresh, blowing people are very comfortable and comfortable.

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Insert a digression: what is a steamed cake

In the book "The Pearls of Things", there is a record of "steamed cakes", that is, steamed bread: "King Qin Zhao made steamed cakes", which is the prototype of steamed bread. (*^__^*)