"Teacher, August osmanthus is fragrant, let's go to Guiyuan for a walk. ”

Wen Zhu lifted the corner of the curtain and nodded. Outside the window, the moon is in the sky, the sky is clear, and the stars are shining.

At ten o'clock, the city's nightlife has just begun, and the bars are crowded. Coming in pairs, it's so lively, Wenzhu knows that he doesn't belong to this place.

As long as he is willing to come in the future, he can sign the contract for free, of course, in the name of Yu Xiaoxiao. Wen Zhu was just a joke, but he was quite useful in his heart.

The two took a taxi to Guiyuan, and before entering the garden gate, the fragrance was fragrant, and the fragrance was like a net in the air, which was permeated in this area.

There are not many street lamps inside, flickering and flickering, but the moonlight is miserably white, like mercury, sprinkled on this piece or that, and I will always bump into my lover in the shadows.

The moon after the Mid-Autumn Festival is still so soft, so soft that even the evening party of insects is not as urgent as the summer night, crickets, grasshoppers, crickets, gnats, etc. take turns to fight, and the symphony can be played until dawn.

The autumn night is so peaceful and quiet. Wenzhu and the two of them went to the rich place, there were osmanthus flowers everywhere, the single plant was in full bloom, the rows were in groups, the yellow flower strings were subtle, and they were not very clear under the moonlight. The refreshing fragrance is coming, the breeze is blowing, the fragrance is even worse, and closing the eyes makes people feel refreshed and drunk.

The people who come to Guiyuan at this time are either lovers, or other guests, or literati. Spending money before and under the moon, talking about love, not spending money, men and women love, I'm afraid there is nothing more wonderful in the world. Qingguang, bright moon, and flowers don't need to buy a penny, bring a few colleagues, shake your head and swim, and the first-class travelogue can be baked, not too fast!

Wen Zhu and Xiaoxiao are not serious guests, there must be sorrow, like the faint moonlight, which can't seep into the ground, but into the heart, wanting to stop talking.

Relying on the strength of the wine, the two shuttled through the sea of incense, and the fragrance was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. Standing in front of an osmanthus flower, the two of them commented, a cool breeze hit, the trees shook and fell under the rustle, and the golden flowers annihilated the grass.

Wen Zhu recalls the demolished Lantern Festival shop on the corner of Huaqian Street in the center of the city, which is small and narrow, less than ten square meters, with two simple tables serving all kinds of Lantern Festival, such as wine-brewed, bean paste, original flavor, and osmanthus. Wenzhu likes osmanthus Lantern Festival the most, and the taste is mellow and pure.

There is an endless stream of people who come here to eat breakfast, what to eat, two or three yuan a bowl, good quality and low price. The kitchen is on the edge of the table, and all the actions of the cook are in your eyes.

Wenzhu likes to have one or two bowls, rarely it is his turn to sit at the table, and he can't wait for the mobile table outside, holding the bowl and squatting under a thick French plane tree, and he is not afraid of the leaves hitting his head.

Wen Zhu ate the osmanthus rice balls, first took a gentle bite, let the fragrance fill his mouth, while relaxing and appreciating everything around him, the rest of the soup is also holy water, not a drop is wasted.

To the east, there are always a few old ladies sitting against the wall picking vegetables, talking about the shortcomings of the Li family, the Zhang family, while picking. There are two red-faced old men walking birds, or thrushes, or wrens, and they are interested in amusing the birds for a while. When the bird is in a good mood, he also cooperates with the owner, and calls a few voices, which is not pleasant, and it is true that it is not noisy. The leisure of joy makes people look envious.

Just across the road is a commercial building, and before it opens its doors, you can see the beautiful boutiques through the windows, and people who come here for breakfast generally can't afford to have them.

There is a T-shaped fork in the west with traffic lights, the rush hour is very crowded, the road is narrow, and when you reach the red light, the black pressure is pressed for a while, like a carp crossing the river. There are also bicycles who run hard regardless of red lights, and the traffic police go up to drag and pull to block them, and those who can't drag them slip away, and they can only be taught verbally. Shoes may be worn larger, and the road will not be wider and wider, which is not suitable for the development of urban modernization.

Half a year ago, Wen Zhu remembered the osmanthus Lantern Festival, when he went to a bowl, people went to the empty building, the big word demolition red made people feel frightened, the third floor was crumbling, who dared to stay for a long time in the land of right and wrong.

The Lantern Festival store was relocated without a trace, there was no news, and Wenzhu did not pursue it, nor did he ask. There are so many things that come and go in memory, and what is worth remembering is always only a part, and many, many things are buried in the dust of memory. Touching the scene will give birth to feelings, and the deceased will also recall the past, and the memory will awaken at that moment.

When Wen Zhu saw so many osmanthus flowers, he would inevitably think of the Osmanthus Lantern Festival, the dilapidated Lantern Festival shop on the corner of Huaqian Street in the city center, the chubby cook, her bucket-like waist and shallow dimples with a smile.

asked Xiaoxiao if he had tasted the Lantern Festival somewhere, and Xiaoxiao clapped his hands and said, "I have tasted it, it tastes very good." It's just that my mom said the place was too dirty and I didn't go there much. Where are you moving now?" Wen Zhu shook his head.

Before they knew it, the two had walked to the edge of the Guiyuan Garden, by the canal. The bright moon also came, laughing like eyebrows into the water, rubbing the lights, evenly shattering in the water, and scattering in waves.

Occasionally, a barge passed by, and the sudden sound in the evening breeze was particularly clear, and the white splash of water poured out to both shores. The river breeze rose, bigger than before, and blew the little hair messily, and the little one brushed it, and shivered involuntarily, followed by a sneeze. Wenzhu was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she said let's go. How can Xiao Yi agree, shaking and saying that it is not cold, and that the sneeze opened her inspiration.

Wenzhu couldn't, took off her shirt and gave it to her, she didn't thank her, probably regarded Wenzhu as a close relative. Wen Zhu was wearing a vest, which could withstand all the wind and rain, and the edges and corners of his chest were more distinct in the moonlight.

Xiaoxiao was wearing that huge shirt, looking small, and suddenly looked back and said, "Huahai people are drunk." ”

"Drunk and don't know where to go. Wen Zhu casually picked it up.

"Look out over the canal. ”

"Dreams break butterflies fly. ”

"The end of the world is full of bright moons. ”

"There is no sleep in the world. ”

"I really don't want to go home, I really don't want to sleep, I really want to get drunk here. The little long sleeves danced, and Chang'e came in the moonlight.

"It's a pity that there is no cup and no spillage, just with the moon. Wen Zhu made a gesture to invite the moon.

Xiaoxiao Wen danced more dedicatedly, and what he learned in his life was fully revealed. Like a fairy, dancing in the Yao Pond, like an elf, dancing on the top of the mountain. Dancing in the world, everything is her foil. She is as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, flowing water, graceful, like real and illusory, Wenzhu is fascinated, and only sighs that the poet has no such blessing.

"When the flowers bloom and fall, there is always a good time of your own. Wen Zhu didn't know if it was a monologue or an interpretation of a little dance.

It's a little enjoyable to close the momentum. She became more and more delicate in the moonlight, gasping a little, and her chest rose and fell. Wen Zhu was stunned for a while, applauded again and again, folded a branch of osmanthus and sent it forward, and said, "I hope you will fold the crown everywhere." ”

"Brother Wen, I have a surprise for you. Please close your God-given eyes. A little aroma gasped.

Wen Zhu suddenly didn't dare to look at her beauty, obediently closed her God-given eyes, and her soft dancing posture flashed in front of her, and she smelled a girl's unique body fragrance, warm and unrestrained, covering the tulips gathered in the garden, rushing to the face.

He smelled the essence of the sun and the moon, smelled the sacredness of the fairyland, smelled the Zhongxiu of the landscape, smelled the fragrant flowers of the world, it was the natural outpouring of the girl from the inside out, without pretentiousness, without artificiality, smelling like mellow, and unable to extricate himself.

Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe, picked up Wenzhu's face like a thinker, gently pecked Wenzhu's youthful lips quickly, let go, looked back, and ran. Like a deer running in the forest, jumping in a mountain stream, galloping in the grassland, everything around is bright and happy, happy as if to fly.

She couldn't hear the pounding of her heart, because her heart had already flown out of her socket and floated with the moon. She saw the brilliant clouds, gathered from all directions, the ethereal fairyland, and even the wind had a color, like colorful transparent thin wings, everywhere she went, it was all gorgeous and colorful, and the moonlight was dazzling. She ran like this, ran to the Toad Palace, ran to Chang'e, she smelled Wu Gang's osmanthus wine.

With a kiss of the electric light, Wen Zhu was so lost that he couldn't help himself, and his hands couldn't help but fold over, thinking about that moment of eternity, but he hugged him empty.

It was a kiss of sensitivity and passion, a kiss of hazy shyness, a kiss of youth, a kiss of intoxication, a kiss of pride of the Son of Heaven, a kiss of the world, the most touching and ecstatic kiss between heaven and earth.

Wenzhu soared into the air in a trance, in that empty fairyland, everything was colorful, bizarre, and his lips seemed to wipe the peach, and it also overflowed with brilliance.

The kiss is like a butterfly flapping its wings and closing, with the beauty of Zhuoyue, like the dazzling disappearance of the dewdrops, with the glorious brilliance of the shocking sun. The kiss had disappeared from his lips, leaving a lingering fragrance, and Wenzhu still didn't dare to open his eyes like a sculpture, afraid that everything would disappear like a mirage.

This is a kiss for the ages, only once, ridiculously short, and eternal. Ten thousand years later, Wenzhu's remains are still fresh in my memory, and the small intoxicating kiss under the moonlight.

A flute, a flute, like a sound from outside the sky, broke the silence.

The thinker wakes up, opens his God-given eyes, and not far from reality is the flowing skirt of the fairy. "Tiny, come back. Xiao Xiao waved in response.

At this time, she didn't want to get close to Wenzhu, and she didn't want Wenzhu to get close, and the girl's shame and reserve were fully revealed. She dedicated the hottest, sincere, and purest first kiss to the person she liked, full of joy, she didn't need his response, just like the moon in the water, which was willingly cast by the bright moon in the sky, without regrets. She put her hands to her ears, listening to Wenzhu's shouts with one ear, and listening to the sound of the flute and Xun with the other.

The sound of the flute is elegant, melodious enough to chase the moon, so that everything can stretch. The voice is sad, and it enters the pores, which makes people feel cold. Especially in the dead of night, the moonlit night attracts the harrier eagle, with a mad sound, the scalp is cold, and people can't wait to flee in a panic. Even the moon was panicked and wanted to hide in the clouds to avoid it, but when she saw that there were no clouds to hide, she quickened her pace to the west.

Presumably, the is a white-faced scholar, standing on the bridge like Du Mu, fluttering in white clothes, telling his heart.

Wen Zhu wanted to find the whistleblower, to see how hideous and terrifying he looked, how much resentment he had in his heart, and how miserable he blew out, only hearing no one there, like a ghost with nowhere to be found, like the sound of the Xun floating in the air.

Later, I heard an ancient rarity say that the and the blower are both suitors of a beautiful woman, and the talented woman after some investigation, she loves the, and the blower still follows with all her heart.

For some reason, the stunning woman fell into the river on a January night and died, turning into the patron saint of Guiyuan, and her soul appeared at midnight on a moonlit day, and the two followers would also blow the flute and blow the horn to accompany her, smile for the soul of the woman, and no longer be alone.

Wen Zhu sighed when he heard it, it is a miracle that there is such a desperate love in the world. The old man said that this kind of love is also poignant, but that was hundreds of years ago.

Wen Zhu had goosebumps and creeps when he heard it, could it be that a small kiss hooked their souls. The old man said that the ones who came to blow it now were probably their descendants. Wen Zhu's heart was finally relieved, there must be no ghosts in the world, but whether there are people in their hearts is not sure.

A flute, a flute, a flute, two kinds of music penetrate each other, neutralizing the moonlight, neutralizing the fragrance of flowers, neutralizing all things, and neutralizing this wonderful world.