Lu Chen lived in that place called Qingshuitang Village for ten years, during that time, he was like an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, with joys and sorrows, laughter and scolding, experiencing or like having the life of ordinary people; Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, when Lu Chen saw the tall tea mountain from a distance again, and saw the entrance of the village at the foot of the mountain, the flat road was fertile farmland on both sides, and there were still people planting rice in it, he was in a trance for a moment, and felt as if he had changed back to Lu Chen, who had nothing to do in the village back then, laughing and scolding.

He calmed down, then patted Ah Tu who was following him, pointed to the tea mountain in the distance, and said, "You are too big now, and it is easy to scare people when you enter the village, and it will also cause unnecessary trouble." You go around the side and go to the mountain to play, and when I turn around, I will go to the 'Dragon Lake' on the top of the mountain to find you. ”

Ah Tu glanced at him, but he didn't have any emotion, and after wagging his tail, he ran away.

The surrounding mountains were undulating, and soon, Atu's figure disappeared into the mountains. Lu Chen watched Ah Tu leave, then turned around and walked towards the entrance of Qingshuitang Village.

The closer he got, the clearer the surrounding scenery became, just like the scene he remembered, there were not many pedestrians on the road outside the village, except for the footmen who came here by chance, he remembered that the busiest time of the month was probably the day when the people from the nearby Qianqiumen came to buy spiritual materials.

Those villagers who worked in the farmland, few looked up, and after someone occasionally glanced at Lu Chen, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, but more of a gaze that was close to numbness - a look of numbness to life, the world, or his own fate.

Lu Chen's gaze swept over the farmland on both sides of the road and the people who were working, and then walked over. He had lived here for ten years, and had long been accustomed to the sight, and in fact, the appearance of these workers was the impression of most people in Qingshuitang Village that he was familiar with.

For the so-called ethereal hope of immortal immortality, they spent their lives desperately, working hard to accumulate wealth, gambling once, and then losing everything, including all their money, and their lives.

In the past ten years, he has seen too many such people, so that in Lu Chen's memory, the scenery of this mountain village is fresh and beautiful, but the color of the people in this village is gray.

However, Lu Chen did not despise or look down on these ordinary people in his heart, because he had been one of them for ten years, although at that time he could only be regarded as an outlier with some cynical appearance.

Who wouldn't want to become an immortal and become holy?

Who doesn't want to go straight to the top and be in the limelight?

The ants want to fly high dreams are never wrong, what is wrong is that they are powerless against fate after all, like a chasm in front of them that is difficult to cross, like a ladder pressed above their heads difficult to climb, they are angry, painful, roaring, and then sad, disappointed, but they refuse to give up, they do not despair, so they become numb in the passage of time day after day, year after year.

Lu Chen walked into the village, and at that moment, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped into a memory, everything in front of him seemed to be the same as it was at the beginning, and the Qingshuitang Village in front of him was still the peaceful mountain village back then.

His gaze unexpectedly looked in a certain direction, and in those long ten years, in a village where most of his memories were gray tones, he still remembered that there was a beautiful woman, and it was still a beautiful scenery that was different from the rest of his memory.

She was Jingle Bell, the eager woman, she was still young, and she was not completely discouraged by life at that time. During those years, she seemed to be the only shining light in the village.

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It wasn't until he suppressed the painful feeling of his memories that Lu Chen began to look around him.

The village was obviously much more lively than outside the village, and there were more people coming and going, and several people noticed Lu Chen coming into the village from outside. However, no one came forward to inquire or do anything else, and the people here seemed to be wary of outsiders.

It's just that Lu Chen was a little surprised that when he looked around and saw a few familiar faces in those crowds, none of the villagers who used to live here seemed to recognize him.

It was as if Lu Chen had never lived here, as if Lu Chen had been erased from their memories.

Lu Chen was a little surprised, but of course he couldn't come forward to grab these villagers, and then go to recognize them, and then pretend to be as warm and cordial as reuniting after a long absence and meeting relatives. In fact, in this village back then, except for a few people who were familiar with him, such as Lao Ma and Ding Dong, the others were only nodding friends at most, and their friendship was very dull.

Probably because of this, those people forgot about him very quickly.

Lu Chen shook his head, ignored these people, and walked along the familiar bluestone road by himself.

On the side of the stone road, there is the clear clear water stream, which has not been seen for many years, but the water is still crystal clear, and the pebble fish are clearly visible, exactly the same as in his memory.

The mountain breeze blows down from the distant mountains, rippling the upper layers of Qingshui Creek, on both sides of the stream, the green bamboo and peach blossoms reflect each other, and the green and red are beautiful...... The scene in front of him suddenly told Lu Chen that it was spring in this world.

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Lu Chen smiled, his mood suddenly improved a lot, walking on the stone road, watching the peach blossoms blooming, the petals fluttering and falling in the wind, vaguely seemed to see the beautiful woman standing under the peach blossom tree that day.

She seemed to be smiling, and she raised her hand and waved it at him, which was the most intoxicating and beautiful picture of ordinary years.

Lu Chen walked over, walked past the peach tree, stretched out his hand and broke off a peach branch on the tree, and the faint fragrance greeted him.

The peach blossoms bloom like a smiling face, like laughing at his busy and dream-like tired life in the world.

Lu Chen grinned, smiled at the peach blossom in his hand, and said softly: "You should be relaxed now, wait for me, I'll see you later." ”

After speaking, he put the peach blossom into his arms casually, and then walked away, unconsciously, to the three-way intersection, a familiar big locust tree appeared in front of him, growing on the side of Qingshui Stream.

Lu Chen's eyes looked over, and subconsciously looked at the big stone on the shore of the water under the tree, in his memory, every day there would be an old fisherman surnamed Yu sitting here fishing. But on this day, although the weather was fine, the stone under the tree was empty.

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, stood in place for a while, and then silently turned around and walked away.

Walking along the road to the village, he soon saw the most familiar room in his memory, nothing had changed here, the room was still a tavern, and even the word "wine" written on the flag at the door seemed to be the same as before.

Everything was the same as he remembered, as if he had never left, Lu Chen was a little surprised, and then smiled, thinking, Lao Ma opened this doomed to lose money, will someone really take over and continue to open a tavern?

Silly, right?

But looking at the wine flag, he suddenly wanted to drink, so he strode over, and the picture of the countless memories here surged in his heart, and his heart was warm, although the fat old horse didn't know where he died now.

Thinking like this in his heart, he stepped in, and at the same time said, "Boss, come and have two pots of wine......

His voice suddenly stopped, and the man stood at the door of the tavern, his face stunned, looking at the counter in the tavern.

I saw that behind the counter, an obese fat man turned around with some difficulty, looked at Lu Chen, pursed his lips, and said angrily: "Hmm? You are good at drinking, didn't you only need a pot of wine before?"