In the early autumn, several painting friends went to the ancient temple Longchan Temple in western Beijing to sketch.

As soon as you arrive at the gate of Longchan Temple, you will be greeted by a prosperous scene. Starting from the walking path leading to the temple gate of Longchan Temple, it extends to the big circle in the temple, the traffic is busy, and the road is very lively. The surrounding mountain villagers get up early and go dark, picking up a variety of self-produced mountain fruits and vegetables, flatbread steamed buns, fried tofu or various local snacks. Occupy the road on both sides of the road, set up stalls unevenly, and crowd both sides of the walking path. As soon as a customer passes by, they try to shout and sell, like a morning market in the countryside.

There were two tall and short people dressed like monks in brown monk's robes, who seemed to be lay disciples, shouting and shouting, and collecting venue fees and sanitation fees. Their arrogant posture is the same as that of the urban management personnel who rectify the city's appearance. The tall and thin old monk had a cigarette in his mouth, but his mouth kept scolding the people who set up the stalls, his head was tilted, his eyes were sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes squinting, and his eyes were clearly disdainful. He didn't look at the hawkers in the mountains and fields, and ignored the respectful smiling faces of the villagers and vendors in the mountains, his face was very ugly, black, yellow, and yellow made people suspect that he had liver disease? I don't know if it was malnutrition? But after a few steps by his side, I could already smell the smell of wine on his body, and the smell of wine mixed with the fox smell on his body made people feel like they were about to faint. The old monk's scolding voice was not very clear, like a bit of chanting. I thought, "Could it be that I was drinking alcohol early in the morning?" and chanting sutras was like cursing? And looking at the little monk, from time to time, with his feet in polished smooth black shiny leather shoes, kicked the basket that was too uneven on the road, and his mouth was constantly scolding indistinctly. When he came to the stall selling beef patties, he habitually took a piece of meatloaf and put it in his mouth to bite, but he didn't give money. The little proprietress who sells meatloaf is quite beautiful, and she is a young and beautiful young woman. She reluctantly laughed, and neatly filled two meatloaf in a bag and stuffed them into the little monk's hand, saying that it was for the old monk. The old monk glanced at the young and beautiful little proprietress, and finally squeezed out a little smile on his black and yellow stiff face, and nodded with ease. The little monk held the meatloaf in one hand, but did not forget to use the other hand, and touched the little proprietress by the way, and said indistinctly while eating the meatloaf: "Good, good, this hand is really slippery." The little proprietress gently slapped the hand where the little monk touched hers with her hand, half angry and half angry. The little monk's eyes flashed brightly, and his face was full of strange evil smiles. He stretched out his hand again, touched the little proprietress again, and suddenly saw the little boss who was making meatloaf, glaring at him viciously, his eyes seemed to be spraying fire in the furnace, and he quickly withdrew his hand, not daring to look at the young man, turning back three times in one step, a little reluctant, walked away comfortably, and continued to charge.

As I walked, I thought: these disorderly, disorderly stalls on both sides of the road are also very disorganized, and the road leading to the mountain temple gate of Longchan Temple, which is not wide, has become a sheep's intestine path. Walking through the walking path, climbing more than a dozen stone steps, passing through the two ancient cypress trees of hundreds of years old in front of the mountain temple gate, you will enter the mountain temple gate. After passing the well-preserved single-hole ancient bridge, it is Da Yuancheng. On the grounds of Da Kuang Cheng, there are two ginkgo trees that are said to be more than 600 years old. The rest of the place is more like a thriving commercial place, and it also has the feeling of an old temple fair. However, the stalls on the road are much more orderly than those on the walking path outside, and it can be seen that they are obviously managed. There is also a fat monk, who is taking a leisurely pace, and is charging with a smile. I saw that the fat monk, in front of the stall of the girl who received the flowers for a fee, also stretched out his big fat hand, and while the girl was not paying attention, he touched the girl's smooth and white face, and muttered: "Amitabha, watery, this face, this flower, it is really beautiful!" The girl ran away in panic. The fat monk smiled.

The small stalls on Dayuancheng are mostly selling flowers, money, paper incense candles, gifts for Buddha Zhai fruit and vegetarian cakes and refreshments. Of course, there are many people who wear inferior hemp Tang costumes, flat-bottomed Taoist cloth shoes, shake folding fans in their hands, and sign fortune tellers. There are all kinds of titles: there are Lu Banxian, Wang Lao Dao, He Xiangu, Zeng Daoren, Zhongnan Hermit, Tie Guan Descendant and other immortal masters;

As soon as the three of us brothers walked into Longchan Temple and saw such a view, Lao Zhao, a painter from Beijing and my senior brother, was at a loss. Ah Guang and I were also in a daze, and Lao Zhao let out a surprised "wow" sound from his mouth. He combed his beard, which was a few inches long, and said:

"Can this place be sketched? Why has it become a shopping mall and a temple fair?"

A Guang, a junior brother from HLJ in Northeast China, said:

"Fourth Master (Lao Zhao is a Manchu, Zhenghuangqi, changed his surname to Zhao when he was sinicized, he ranked fourth in the family, and his classmates called him Fourth Master), don't you know? Today, temples all over the country, I heard that they are basically like this, many of them are still invested by some big bosses, and they are purely commercial. It is said that the construction of palaces and temples is the safest, most profitable, and fastest recovery of costs. Isn't our classmate Xiaotang from SD Qufu? It is said that before the college entrance examination, the student brother goes to the Confucian Temple to burn incense, and he also has to collect money. That's pretty much the same thing in my hometown. ”

When Ah Guang said this, Lao Zhao turned his head, looked at me and said, "Yes, Hanzhe, what about you in the south?" I said, "I don't know, like Koh said, maybe that's the case? I've been away from my hometown for too long." Lao Zhao sighed and let out a long sigh. The mood of the Taijia family is a little dull. The three of them were standing stupidly in a daze under the silver apricot tree, and Ah Guang simply squatted down and smoked a cigarette.

The people in the temple, as if they had come out of nowhere, went in and out one after another, one after another, and they seemed to be too busy to stay. Good men and women from all walks of life with various beliefs, or groups of three or five, or small families. There are people with fat heads and big ears, big bellies, small briefcases, sunglasses, and a big gold necklace around their necks that sparkle and look like local tyrants; there are rich women who are well-dressed and greased and powdered, who look noble; there are also young and beautiful red men and green women, and so on. An endless stream of shuttles and fish run in, from the Dukong Ancient Bridge through Da Yuancheng, to the Daxiong Treasure Hall in a hurry. And the trendy girl who is dressed very fashionably, hangs gold and wears silver, hot pants are so short that they can't be shorter, almost see close-fitting panties, bare slender legs, wearing high heels more than ten or twenty centimeters high, and stepping on the ground, has become a beautiful scenery in Longchan Temple. It's so alive!

This is a bit incompatible with the Longchan Temple built during the Liao Dynasty. I suddenly blurted out: "The word 'worm two' of the great man could not be more appropriate here." Lao Zhao comprehended, and immediately echoed: "Yes, it's really boundless!" After Lao Zhao said, the three of us looked at each other and laughed. But the laughter was ruthlessly drowned in the turbid air by the sound of the temple doing things and chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha, and rose to the sky. We who came here with great interest and were ready to enjoy the Sanskrit sound of the world while sketching, we were actually a little depressed. I thought to myself: Aren't there people who come here who don't just come to burn incense or ask for blessings? At least, the three of us, right?

"Do you still sketch?" asked me.

I said, "If you come, you will be safe." ”

Ah Guang and Lao Zhao said at the same time: "That's good." ”

So, the three of them each took out the painting tools they brought, and also began to "set up stalls" to sketch. Lao Zhao and I started sketching under the ginkgo tree, which is closest to the Dukong Ancient Bridge, and Ah Guang chose the opposite position, but not far away, and we were able to interact and talk to each other. All of a sudden, behind us, there were also some people watching the excitement. Our sketching begins with the well-preserved Dukong Ancient Bridge in the temple. At this time, the old and young monks at the gate of the mountain also came to Da Yuancheng, and they looked at the three of us from a distance behind the ginkgo tree, whispering, I don't know if they were referring to it: Are the three of us also set up stalls?

At this moment, a touch of snow-like white shone in the distance in the crowd, and there was an extremely beautiful girl in a white linen dress, tall and tall, with long hair and a shawl. She crossed the Dukong Ancient Bridge in dignity and walked towards us. This touch of white, like the black and gray background in the ink painting, suddenly left white, and like a little red in the green bushes, is particularly bright and brilliant.

The girl's white student-collared dress, so simple that she didn't decorate anything, except for an emerald green magnolia flower hanging mouth pendant on her chest, which caught my attention.

When the girl walked more than a dozen steps away from me, I raised my eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and stole a glance at her, and there was some inexplicable feeling in my heart, which suddenly came to my heart, and my face was red with heat. The emerald green magnolia flower on her chest seemed to be familiar, my body trembled naturally, and the brush in my hand fell to the ground like Liu Xuande and Cao Mengde dropping chopsticks when they were cooking wine and talking about heroes, and I was panicked for a while. I thought to myself, "How could she be like her?" I don't know why? Such a strange thought suddenly popped up in my heart? I raised my eyes again and looked at the girl in white, and the closer she got, the more nervous I became!

But in my heart, I hope that the girl will come to me soon, so that I can take a closer look at the magnolia flower. Of course, in this occasional glance, this girl left a good first impression on me: pure and simple, down-to-earth and generous. The appearance of the girl, in this turbid scene, is actually eye-catching. It seems that in this foul air mixed with the smell of copper, it is like suddenly smelling a fresh valley orchid fragrance, which is infinitely comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

I always felt like she was like an old friend to me......

The extremely beautiful girl, gracefully walked across the ancient bridge of the single hole, came to the ginkgo tree, a group of warlocks set up stalls, businessmen selling fruits, money, paper, incense, candles and flowers, their eyes were like searchlights, invariably shooting at the pure girl, with different shapes and gods.

In the middle of the big circle, the girl suddenly became the focus.

My heart tightened, and I also secretly paid attention to the girl in white, worried that the girl who was not deeply involved in the world might have never been to such a place, and she would not be able to cope with this kind of scene. In fact, this kind of chaos in Dakuangcheng is really like the martial arts conference in the rivers and lakes of martial arts novels, and there are any characters on this hodgepodge occasion. And the appearance of the little girl is a girl who doesn't know martial arts, and suddenly appears in the crowd of rivers and lakes mixed with fishers and dragons, which looks different and abnormal.

Sure enough, Lu Banxian, who was looking at palmistry, saw the girl coming over, so he shook his hand from afar and shouted loudly, beckoning the girl to his stall, saying that he would show him a palmistry, which could guide him to the maze and turn evil into good fortune. Lu Banxian's outstretched hand was as long as the hand of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to pick up stars. When he spoke, a pair of mouse monkey eyes, looking east and west, spitting flying on the side of his mouth, and the face of the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks was indeed very obscene. The corners of his mouth are smeared with two little mouse whiskers, and they move and move, reminiscent of the role of Lou Arat's clown on the stage, which is disgusting. Lu Banxian also shook his head and said to He Xiangu, who was signing next to him, that this girl is a lady's personality, and she will be prosperous and rich in the future. He Xiangu also shouted with a smile, and praised the girl for "elegant death" in half-salty and non-sweet Mandarin. Listening to her accent, it seems to have a bit of a southern trendy accent, if it weren't for people from that area, there would be no way to understand her. Because I'm a southerner, I understand.

This He Xiangu's voice seemed to be my countryman's accent, and it was a little familiar. My heart suddenly felt like breaking the five-flavor jar, and I didn't know what it felt like? Could it be that she was my countryman? I couldn't accept it psychologically: In this Kyoto land, there are also my countrymen who come here to make money from the province and the country? And it is a profession such as being a witch and a god! It is no wonder that in this day and age, anything is possible. The more I look at it, the more I feel that this He Xiangu is familiar, déjà vu, but I can't remember it for a while? I don't think I've met somewhere? I can't remember it, but even if this He Xiangu is really someone I know, in such a scene, I still pretend not to know her, I really don't dare to have this type of friend!

The girl looked at this group of masters of the rivers and lakes, but she was not timid at all, and I was a little relieved. I also secretly admired the girl, and was not frightened by this scene. The girl just smiled politely, decently and elegantly, but ignored them. She walked over to me and Lao Zhao, and suddenly stopped. I secretly muttered in my heart: It seems that she is also an unearthly person, didn't she go to the temple hall to burn incense? I saw her look behind Lao Zhao for a few minutes, Lao Zhao smiled at her, and the girl also smiled at Lao Zhao Yanran, very polite. Lao Zhao combed his messy beard with his hand, looked at me with surprised and suspicious eyes, and then looked at the girl next to him with the same eyes, and stretched out his thumb to the girl. Lao Zhao stroked his beard happily and looked at me with proud eyes, and the pride was overflowing on his face. The girl stopped next to Lao Zhao for about five minutes, and then walked over to me, standing firmly beside me, and watched me draw intently. In an instant, my heart was full of joy! my face was hot, and I had the excitement I had when I went on my first date with Cher. Ladies and gentlemen, it's just because she's too much like Cher. I suddenly became concerned that this girl was coming: looking at her dress, she seemed to be a southerner? Did she come to play in Longchan Temple? This kind of muddy and vulgar place is also worth her running all the way from the south?

The eyes of everyone in Da Yuancheng focused on me and the girl for a while, Lu Banxian and He Xiangu had been whispering secretly, and the fat monk who collected the management fee also stopped to look at me and the girl, with a strange and shocked face. Lao Zhao also kept looking at me, and then looked at the girl, still with a foxy face. I wondered in my heart: What is wrong with these people? Is there anything wrong with the girl standing beside me? I don't care about these people, and I actually have a terrible sense of vanity in my heart! But I didn't dare to look at the girl head-on, and my heart was full of complacency, and I actually smiled stupidly at Lao Zhao, as if I had just won a head-to-head battle with Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao darkened his face and glared at me.

I secretly scolded myself: I am so old, I haven't had any concentration, and I think it's ridiculous, isn't she just a pretty girl?

Lao Zhao said to himself at this time: "Like, too similar?"

I don't know when, He Xiangu actually stood beside the girl, and I could finally get a close glimpse of He Xiangu's face: the round face of oil powder, of course, used a lot of foundation, and the face full of freckles was pasted to make it not look like a human face, and on the upper lip of the middle of the person, there was a black mole like a black bean, and there were a few black hairs growing on the black mole, about two centimeters long, and she didn't cut it off, which made people feel a prickly taste in their hearts. If it is a man with hair on the mole, I can still accept it, but He Xiangu's face has hair on the black mole, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

I suddenly remembered that in the second grade of primary school, there was a classmate who had been in the second grade for two years, two years younger than me, and his name was He Yaping. She also has an older brother, who is the same age as me and is also studying with the class, and his name is He Yingwei. He Yaping also has such a mole on her left upper lip, could it be her? No wonder she has a good face and speaks with an accent from my hometown. I tried to recall the days when I was in elementary school in my mind, as if from He Xiangu's face, I felt a little vague. But it is also very normal for the eighteen changes in the female college and not recognize each other. Because after I was in junior high school, I left my hometown...... In addition to the ugly black mole on the upper left lip, He Xiangu also looks quite good, although she is a, half a hundred years old, but the scarlet flower dress is inferior to the cheongsam, and her slightly fat but still chest and hip figure are exposed, her hair is permed with curly lines, and half of the gold is dyed, plus she is wearing heavy makeup, her lipstick is purple, she is wearing a Buddha bead and jade bracelet on her hand, and she is holding a homemade fairy whisk, which seems to be similar, and she feels only about forty years old, and it is not ugly. But if you are in the countryside, this kind of rural village woman, without dressing up and makeup, working in the field, is already an old woman, and it is no more ordinary. I'm not sure that the He Xiangu in front of me is He Yaping? Besides, she was only in the second grade at that time, and she never went to the third grade again. Because He Yaping moved to our countryside with the whole family in the city at that time, her father was a veterinarian, and the family returned to the city a few years later, and no one remembered her. He Xiangu definitely didn't come to watch me paint, she looked at the girl next to me intently, and she didn't know what to say?

"Sister, a person, painting is nothing good, go with the fairy girl, the fairy girl will take you to the back of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to the back room, incense, shake a hexagram, the fairy girl will give you an explanation, let the monk give you guidance and guidance, how about it? After He Xiangu finished speaking, she also used her nails to paint her purple and blue hands, and went to pull the girl's white dress, looking like she was grinding and dragging.