However, the people here know how to reconcile work and rest. They can spend the whole day drinking tea and watching TV, or they can spend three or four days in the library in a row, sleeping on their desks in between.

At the school where Song Chu was located, the students worked hard. It is different from the university that Song Chu studied in China. Going to university here, Song Chu can even find the feeling of a hundred days before the college entrance examination.

Song Chu liked this feeling very much - every day he sat on the bus for half an hour, basking in the early autumn sun on the bus, and playing the music he often listened to in China in his headphones.

When I arrived at the school, I took a book and walked along the avenue of the campus. Then go to the library or class, and the loose brain starts the day's work. From enjoying real life, quickly switching to withdrawing from real life.

Every Sunday, Song Chu would take an afternoon out to wander around Chinatown. Eat a bunch of sugar gourds, a bowl of steaming braised noodles, and pack some sugar-fried chestnuts, sugar people, xiaolongbao and other snacks, and go back to taste them for your classmates.

The days passed slowly and to the fullest.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it seemed that Song Yanheng had forgotten.

Until one day, at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the group participated in the debate competition and won the prize, and in the afternoon a group of people discussed how to celebrate.

In the previous week or two, the people in their group who were tired of the competition had lost a few pounds, and this time they decided to take a night out and go to the party.

Song Chu was not very familiar with this place, and he didn't know what to do. The discussion was in full swing, and she listened quietly, waiting for the final result.

Then one of them pointed to Song Chuchu, who was holding his chin, and said to everyone, "I'm very interested in the Chinese snacks that Chula brought me, and I want to ask Chula to take us to Chinatown." ”

Chula is the English name of the early Song Dynasty.

Song Chu was stunned for a moment, and then spoke to everyone: "If you haven't been to Chinatown before, I sincerely invite you to see and experience China's traditional architecture and food culture." ”

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he was beautiful, and his temperament and temper were also good. After a competition, Song Chu was serious and responsible.

Even before, some people were a little prejudiced against her. But after a period of cooperation, these people are quite willing to associate with her.

After some discussion. The itinerary is set: go to Chinatown in the afternoon. After dinner in Chinatown in the evening, I went to the house of a local classmate for a party.

Introducing the culture of his country, Song Chu became a tour guide at the beginning of the year.

Seven or eight people walked around for more than an hour, and Song Chu took them to a teahouse.

The teahouse is a small Republican-style courtyard. The black, lacquered wooden door was ajar. Push open the door. Crossing the high threshold, you will first walk through a narrow stone path, and then your eyes will suddenly open up.

The courtyard is quiet and elegant, paved with bluestone slabs, and the stones are cracked. And moss.

In the west corner of the courtyard, there is a stone table carved from a large stone. There is also a stone well next to the table.

In the south corner, there is a two-story platform made of wood. The platform is surrounded by dense bamboo. Tightly surround the platform.

Song Chu pointed to the bamboo and introduced it to his classmates: "The ancients liked bamboo very much. Someone once said, 'It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo'. Bamboo is a symbol of elegance in our country. However, I just like to eat bamboo shoots. ”

After listening to this, Song Chu's classmates smiled: "Chula is simply a foodie. ”

Together for two weeks, every Sunday night. When Song Chu appeared, he would definitely carry a lot of food.

So their group voted for the title of foodie to Song Chuchu.

Song Chu smiled and didn't talk. Continue to take them deeper into the courtyard.

There is a garden in the courtyard. The tea shed was built in the garden. Behind the garden, there is also a clearing.

There are tall wooden railings in the open space, hundreds of wooden signs hanging on the wooden railings, and the red tassels at the end of the tail are fluttering in the wind, which is very beautiful.

Someone pointed to those delicate little wooden signs and asked Song Chu, "What is that?" ”

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he saw those prayer cards.

Wooden signs neatly arranged. The handwriting on it is beautiful, hanging quietly in the wind, entrusting other people's thoughts, silent.

Song Chu's smile instantly subsided. She descended the steps. Slowly walk over to the prayer board.

Everyone looked at Song Chu with some puzzlement. I don't understand why this girl, who was still smiling brightly, suddenly became quiet.

Song Chu raised his head and stared at the small wooden signs seriously, his eyes flowing quietly over them.

The wind gently blew Song Chu's soft hair and the red tassels. Drifting together in the wind.

The owner of the teahouse came over and asked Song Chuchu softly: "Do you want to write one?" ”

Song Chu came back to his senses and asked the owner of the teahouse: "Can you sue me, how often should you clean up the prayer sign here?" ”

The owner smiled and replied, "Usually once every three months." However, I didn't throw away the prayer cards that I cleaned up, but put them all in the box. ”

Song Chu pleaded with him: "Can I take a look at those prayer cards that have been put away?" ”

The master thought for a while, looked at the girl with a layer of transparent moisture in her eyes, and nodded: "Okay." ”

The box was buried right next to the wooden fence. At the beginning of the year, Song took the tools and dug with the master. Several lacquered wooden boxes were quickly dug up.

This owner is very careful, and each box indicates the year and month of the prayer card.

At the beginning of the year, Song took out the few brands containing the previous year and last year, sat on the table in the tea shed, and checked them one by one.

The others sat down at another table, ordered a pot of tea, and drank tea while waiting for the beginning of the Song Dynasty. No one spoke to disturb her.

A girl in a foreign country, no matter how strong she is, will always feel homesick when she sees things in her homeland. They were all generous and considerate of her.

Song Chu sat alone, gently took out the prayer cards one by one, and looked at the handwriting and signature on them. Then put those signs neatly on the table and stack them. After reading a box, she will put it back in as it is, and lock it.

Time passed quietly, the wind blew through her long hair and skirt, and a faint melancholy flowed in the quiet.

Finally, Song Chu finally picked up a wooden card, and when he saw the handwriting on it, he didn't move anymore.

On the delicate wooden plaque, the square and powerful Chinese characters are simple and clear. Four words instantly made Song Chu's heart hurt again.

Ann, don't read it.

Who's okay? And who should not read it?

Three years ago. Kaifeng.

It's still the time when the girl skipped school. Song Yanheng looked for her to Kaifeng, and was pulled by her to visit Qingming Shanghe Park.

In the garden, there is a prayer monument.

At the beginning of the year, Song Chu bought two wishing tapes with great interest, one for Song Yanheng and the other for himself.

Song Yanheng is a man, and he doesn't have such a childlike relationship. He watched Song Chu write at the beginning of the year, and then embarrassed himself about what to write.

Young Master Song doesn't worry about money and power. There's really nothing to ask for. (To be continued.) )