"Twenty-four bridges and bright moon nights, where do jade people teach", bright moon, beauty, small bridge, Xiao Sheng, what a beautiful scenery.

When people in the world mention Yangzhou, they will think of this poem, and when they think of this poem, they will think of the Twenty-four Bridge. And the winter night in Yangzhou, the moonlight is cold. Standing on the bridge, looking around, there is no willow to rely on, beautiful scenery; There is no song to blow for ten miles, and the powder sweats like rain. Some are just flowing water, lonely bridges.

At this time, there is a young man standing on the bridge, looking at the water under the bridge, admiring the 24th Bridge that seems lonely because of the cold and silent weather. It can make people feel the kind of "Twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swinging, and the cold moon is silent." Read the red medicine by the bridge, and know who is born every year! The emotion and sorrow, just like he indulged the mood at the moment, let the past come to his heart.

"He" should actually be "she", because she is Zhao Xian, who is disguised as a man. Originally, there was nothing to do at night, so Zhao Xian walked to the long-awaited 24th Bridge, and admired the moonlight by the way.

But on this lonely winter night, she couldn't help but recall her past life, which was a world separated from here for thousands of years.

Summer 2012 Shanghai

With an elegant dining environment, rigid dining procedures, and indigestible meals, Lu Zhuoyan's impression of Western food is limited to this. In fact, she doesn't like Western food, she doesn't like the serious pretentiousness of people who use Western food, and she doesn't like the rules of Western food, but her boyfriend likes it, okay! Women also need to be gentle in life.

At this time, Lu Zhuoyan and her boyfriend were eating Western food, and she obviously felt that her boyfriend had something important to say tonight.

"JOYE, WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR FOUR YEARS, HAVEN'T WE?" Her boyfriend asked him tentatively.

finally finished the meal and started eating desserts, Zhuo Yan knew that her boyfriend was going to cut to the chase. "Well, what's wrong?" She stopped and looked at her boyfriend seriously, "Is he going to propose marriage?" ”。 It is said that her mother has urged her many times, and if she doesn't get married, she will become a leftover fighter.

"This ...... Do you think there's always something wrong with this between us? The boyfriend's question was vague and unclear.

"What do you think?" Zhuo Yan looked at her boyfriend's snorting tone and began to feel a little strange.

"Zhuo Yan, you're always so busy." My boyfriend finally made up his mind to make it clear, "Look, I'm in my thirties, and my mom wants me to start a family soon." As for me, I am so busy at work, and I also hope to find a full-time wife who can take care of our home wholeheartedly. Do you think the two of us are always like this, can't we take care of a family with peace of mind? ”

Zhuo Yan's heart began to sink, "What do you mean?" We don't fit? ”

"JOYE, DON'T YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING MISSING BETWEEN US? The passion and intimacy that lovers should have, we seem to be a little bit closer. Her boyfriend looked at her helplessly.

"And then?. You're trying to bring about a breakup, right? Zhuo Yan said sharply.

"You see, I met a girl who ignited my passion, and with her, I felt the presence of love. I don't want to hide it from you anymore, we ......" the boyfriend said here, taking a breath and continuing, "Why don't you break up?" ”

"Of course, you are so good, so beautiful, there must be someone more suitable for you than me." As if to comfort her, her boyfriend added this sentence.

Zhuo Yan stared at his eyes tightly, and the owner of those eyes avoided looking at him a little weakly. Then after being silent for a while, Zhuo Yan smiled, "Since you think it's more appropriate to break up, then okay, I'll ...... I wish you happiness. Thinking of the relationship in the past few years, she felt a little sad and a little ridiculous, "The relationship between men and women is really so fragile, just disperse, is there any real love in this world?"

She stood up with her bag, still smiling, and nodded at her boyfriend, oh no, it was her ex-boyfriend, "So, see you again!" No, there's no need to see you again! ”

With that, she straightened her back and turned to walk towards the door. At this moment, she didn't want to show her vulnerability to someone who didn't love her, and she didn't need unnecessary sympathy.

The ex-boyfriend silently stared at her back, feeling like she had lost something precious.

It's not that he doesn't love her. He also loved her maturity, self-reliance, her seriousness, and her occasional petty stubbornness. But he can't withstand the temptation of young girls, he is young, lively, and listens to him in everything, and the little bird also makes him feel a sense of accomplishment. He didn't know if Lu Dao had done anything wrong, but the moment Zhuo Yan turned around, he regretted it a little and wavered a little.

Zhuo Yan didn't notice what was happening to the person behind her, she just walked into the parking lot with a blank mind, looked around blankly, and then found her car. Sitting in the car, she leaned back on the car seat tiredly, and at the moment she didn't even have the desire to cry, only discouragement and loneliness, and a deep sense of frustration.

The sun in June has begun to taste a little hot, at this moment Lu Zhuoyan is sitting on the plane, she is a senior planner of a consulting company, for the days when there is never endless work to do, she doesn't want to live anymore, she wants to go out to travel, she wants to enlarge the vacation. Her life should be easier.

The plane took off, her head rested slightly on the back of the chair and closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

The Eight Princes of the Great Song Dynasty Xia Bianliang

"Ah", a childish voice came from inside the house, and the nurse outside jumped up in fright and ran towards the inner room.

A little girl of about four years old was sitting on the bed in a daze with her hair scattered, her blank eyes were not focused, the nurse was startled, and hurriedly and anxiously whispered, "Little lady...... Little lady...... What's wrong? ”

The little girl who was called the little lady seemed to be called back to her senses, and she looked at the person in front of her, a little strange and a little familiar. So he tentatively shouted, "Nurse? ”

"Yes, yes." The woman who was called the nurse heard the little girl call her, patted her chest, and asked with concern, "Little lady, how is Fang?" Got a nightmare? The slave was startled. ”

The little girl shook her head and did not speak. Looking at the little lady who was still a little confused, the nurse gently patted her back and said, "You haven't slept much just now, the sun is still bright outside, why don't you sleep for a while." ”

The little girl felt a little groggy in her head, nodded silently, and continued to lie down and close her eyes.

Lu Zhuoyan felt a little strange, she felt that the little girl lying on the bed at the moment was her, she was Zhao Xian, the four-year-old daughter of the eighth prince of the Great Song Dynasty, the moment she opened her eyes just now, she saw the surrounding environment and the nurse who came in in ancient costumes, she didn't seem to be unfamiliar at all, but seemed to be very used to it.

And Lu Zhuoyan, who was in her 30s on the plane, she was also very sure that it was herself. Could it be that I have crossed over? She silently sensed her mind, as if there was no second soul in her body, this four-year-old body and herself were so natural, and there was no trace of inappropriateness, so in fact, she didn't take away someone else's body?

Lu Zhuoyan shook her head vigorously, at this moment, she felt that the person on the plane just now seemed to be her dream, she was actually just the four-year-old girl in front of her, her name was Zhao Xian. Thinking of this, she was a little confused again, which one is the real self? Which is the dream?

If it was a dream now, it seemed too real, and she could feel her real existence; If she is Lu Zhuoyan, and what she experienced in 2012 was a dream, then how did that era and her mature thoughts, which are obviously much more advanced than now, exist in the mind of this four-year-old girl?

Or is neither a dream? Or are both of them themselves? Lu Zhuoyan is his descendant, and Zhao Xian is his own life?

Thinking about it, she was dizzy when she thought about it. Lu Zhuoyan, oh no, it should be called Zhao Xian, this four-year-old girl didn't seem to be able to stand such strenuous thinking, and before she knew it, she was really asleep.

The nurse in the outhouse looked inside, saw that her young lady was sleeping quite soundly, and sat back in the position just now, looked up and suddenly saw a boy about 6 years old standing at the door, just wanted to call out, the boy hurriedly put a finger on his mouth to make a "shhh" mouth, and then waved his hand to the nurse, the nurse stopped talking, and let the boy walk into the inner room by himself.