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The river under the bridge flows in a tumultuous manner, unchanged for thousands of years, singing eternal ballads.

No one is listening to Yang Zijian's explanation, these contents are actually described in detail in his "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge", but he doesn't need to explain it again.

The students ran to the head and end of the bridge, the bridge and the bridge to observe, and some were still playing in the water on the edge of the bridge pier, and at the same time called the "full-time photographer" Meng Yun to take pictures, and Meng Yun became a man of the hour.

Little Lori Zizhen was very close to Meng Yun who had given her candy, she pulled Chang Shuyu to follow him, and screamed "Brother Meng Yun" and the like, Meng Yun was overjoyed, and naturally took several more photos of them.

The teacher of No. 3 Middle School pulled Grandpa Chang to ask some local history and discuss Confucian culture.

"Here's for you." Wang Yun suddenly appeared on Yang Zijian's side.

Yang Zijian turned around and saw that she had taken two small bottles of Coca-Cola, one bottle she was drinking herself, and the other bottle was handed to him.

"Thank you." Yang Zijian said a little hoarsely, after saying so many words, his throat and eyes were already on fire, without saying a word, he took the coke, screwed open the cap, and poured half a bottle hard.

Wang Yun said: "Now free activities, let's ignore them, in ten minutes we will take the car back home, this time the harvest is very big, I didn't expect Nantang Town to contain such a wealth of cultural knowledge, the classroom can not learn at all." ”

"There used to be an old saying, called Nantang first, then Nanjian, and half of the culture of Nanjian is in Nantang." Yang Zijian said proudly.

He took Wang Yun to the other end of the bridge, that is, Houtangxi Lane in the north of the town, where the road surface is not very clean, there are chickens everywhere, and there is an ancient temple facing the bridge.

"Waterfront Palace? I think I've heard of it......," Wang Yun recalled as he looked at the stone plaque on the temple.

"Don't think about it, this is a sacrifice to Mrs. Chen Jinggu of Linshui, she and Mazu Lin Mo are the two goddesses of Fujian Province, Mazu is the god of the sea, and Chen Jinggu is the inland water god, they are in charge of internal and external. On both sides of the sky in Chen Lin in Fujian Province, even the goddess has to occupy half of it. Yang Zijian took Wang Yun into the temple, and explained, "The official has an official position, the god has a priesthood, and the priesthood of Mrs. Linshui is mainly to protect the fetus and save the child." It is equivalent to obstetrics and gynecology and pediatrician. In fact, she is a Taoist aunt of the Lushan Sect, who knows medical skills and preaches by curing diseases and saving people, just like Zhang Jiao of the Taiping Road of the Three Kingdoms. Because she had done many good deeds, the people regarded her as a god and hoped to bless their children. ”

Wang Yun said with some admiration: "You know so much, there are no gods in the world, in fact, they are all evolved by people." ”

Yang Zijian shrugged and said: "All Linshui Palaces must be built at the head of the bridge, because Mrs. Linshui is the goddess of life, and the newborn will come to the world under her blessing, and this bridge is the bridge of the soul." ”

Wang Yun immediately criticized again: "This is superstition, there are no ghosts in the world!" ”

Yang Zijian didn't care, after introducing the dilapidated statue inside, he took her out of Linshui Palace.

Wang Yun unscrewed the cap of the bottle and was about to drink Coke, but accidentally, the cap fell from between his fingers and rolled to the ground.

Without hesitation, Yang Zi unscrewed off his bottle cap and put it on hers, then squatted down to pick up the sludge-stained bottle cap, rubbed it on his clothes a few times, and covered it on his own bottle.

"Let's go back!" Yang Zijian said, but found that Wang Yun did not follow.

He looked back and found that Wang Yun's eyes were suddenly full of tears, and he couldn't help but ask in a panic, "Hey, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Thank you, you're so nice to me!" She was moved.

Yang Zijian scratched his head puzzled and thought about it, is this just a bottle cap, is it really so important?

"Fool!" Wang Yun laughed, swayed lightly, as if dancing briskly, and explained very happily, "It's okay, the sand blew into my eyes just now." ”

The two walked back to the Storm Bridge.

Then, Wang Yun, Zhang Yimin, Meng Yun, Lin Yi and others gathered their classmates and led the team to disperse the wind and rain bridge, along Qiantangxi Lane, directly towards the cement bridge.

Yang Zijian took Zizhen and Shu Yu to send them together.

Grandpa Chang had already had a good conversation with a group of teachers from the third middle school, and these people followed Lin Xian to the cultural station to "discuss", and Lin Xian also invited Yang Zijian to guide together, but he was not free.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the "Oak Literature Society" walked across the bridge with great vigor, at this time, the factory car of the bearing factory had already stopped there, but there was a pile of wood on the roof, it seemed that the driver had gained a lot, and he was lucky not to be caught by the forest police.

"Zijian goodbye!"

"See you at school the day after tomorrow!"

"Sister Zizhen, Sister Shuyu, goodbye!"

"I'll play again when I have time - no, I'm here to collect wind!" Chang Shuyu shouted loudly.

"We'll come."

"When the time comes, I have to go to Zijian's house as a guest, and I don't have time at this time, it's a pity."

"That's it, I heard that Zijian's family is also a Jinshi mansion, and it's a big ......."

Wang Yun was very nervous, at the last moment of the collection, don't make a mistake, she connected the name twice, and after making sure that the classmates were there, she breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the window and said, "Zijian...... Bye. "Suddenly, a thousand words, only one sentence.

Hiss!

The doors close and the factory car starts.

Yang Zijian waved his hand and watched the factory car drive towards the north, first along the river, then around the mountains, and disappeared into the green forest, leaving only a faint cloud of smoke and dust.

The collection ended smoothly, and he was also relieved.

"Zizhen, Xiaoyu, let's go home." Yang Zijian said with a smile as he carried his travel bag.

Zizhen held her brother's palm and said, "Brother, mom went to buy pork at noon, and we have delicious food in the evening, Sister Shuyu, you can come too!" ”

Shu Yu also pulled Zijian's other palm, and she smiled unceremoniously: "Okay, anyway, grandpa will definitely come over at night, and my mother won't dare to scold me." ”

It is said that Yang Zijian's mother thought that her daughter was crazy, so she adopted Chang Shuyu as a child daughter-in-law. Chang Shuyu's mother of course objected, but she couldn't stand the consent of Grandpa Chang and Chang's father, and later Yang's mother gave birth to Zizhen, and Chang's mother took the opportunity to take her daughter back, but the hukou is still hanging on the Yang family, and Chang Shuyu's hukou name is actually Yang Shuyu.

As he walked, Yang Zijian asked about the studies of his two younger sisters, and their grades were very good, but Yang Zijian still mentioned some study skills.

Due to the cleaning of Zhennan, Zijian's way home is much safer, and there is less smell.

When he reached the entrance of Jinshi Lane, he saw his father standing there with a solemn face.

Father Yang Shijie, forty years old today, slightly dark face shows pride and pride, due to long-term physical labor, his arms are bruised, the wrist bones are very thick, the appearance is upright and handsome, Yang Zijian's appearance advantages are mainly inherited from his father, or inherited from the Yang family, which makes him feel a little emotional.