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There is a saying that the weather in June is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said. It's not June yet, but the weather is a bit like the rainy season.

When the old product was released, there were already dark clouds in the middle of the air, the sky was dark, and the unbuttoned shirt was blown by the wind like a cloak tied behind me, I glanced at the sky and said with a smile: "This scene may be like a petrel fighting in the wind." ”

As soon as the words fell, the raindrops of beans poured down.

Xiao Yayun stood at the door of the store and glanced at me, "I didn't bring an umbrella, what should I do?" ”

Xiao Yayun looked anxious, but I was not in a hurry, sitting on a stool closest to the door, and said with a smile: "Wait, the rain will stop one day." Big deal for dinner here. ”

The rain didn't last long, the rain gradually became smaller after more than ten minutes of heavy rain, the bean-sized raindrops turned into cow-like rain, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sunlight hit the ground through the clouds, shining on the wet bluestone slabs.

I suddenly remembered an activity introduced by the conductor's eldest sister when I came to Xitang, and pulled Xiao Yayun's shoulder and said with a smile: "Take you to the boat, will you go?" ”

Xiao Yayun turned her head and her eyes lit up, "Now? “

"Of course. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you think about it, the light rain is floating outside, and you sit in the canopy boat and go down the river slowly, this is the picture in the painting. Don't blame me for not reminding you, you missed this opportunity and have to wait for the next time, maybe next year. ”

Xiao Yayun was obviously moved by the scene I described, this kind of classic and charming scene of Jiangnan water town often seen in prose, not many people have really experienced it, which undoubtedly has a huge attraction for Xiao Yayun.

The place where I took the boat was near the Fengqiao Bridge, and when Xiao Yayun and I ran to the dock in the rain, the shirts on our bodies were already twice as heavy, not wet, but very damp, and they felt the same as damp cloth.

There were a few boatmen sitting on the bow of the wharf, I picked one that looked the most honest and honest and negotiated the price and then got on the boat, originally the boatman said that he had to gather enough ten people to go, I directly chartered the boat, and the 30,000 yuan given by the showgirl has not been used up, not worse than these hundreds of yuan.

With a gentle tap of the bamboo pole on the shore, the boat slowly sailed away from the pier.

The rain was small but dense, and there were no pedestrians on either side of the bank, and even if there were, they were holding umbrellas, and the rain rippled on the surface of the river, as if there were hundreds of invisible elves dancing on the surface of the river.

I have always had the best expectations for Gangnam. I have read too many praises from literati and writers in books, heard too many poignant and moving stories, and thought too much about the style of small bridges and flowing waters. But as a ZJ person, I have never had a chance to see the beauty of Jiangnan.

A city made of steel and concrete, even if it is located in the south, what is the beauty of a water town, compared with the city in the north, it is just more humid in the air.

The real water town should be like Xitang, with white walls and ink roofs, blue bricks and tiles, and in the middle of a single step, it is right to swing the boat and walk the bridge to enjoy the willows and weeping the old.

Xiao Yayun sat on the left side of the boat, looked at the scenery on both sides of the canopy and said with a smile: "I originally planned to take you on a night cruise, but I didn't expect to be pulled by you during the day." ”

I put down my camera and smiled, "If you want to watch, we can sit again in the evening." ”

Xiao Yayun shook her head, "Forget it, this is enough." I'm afraid that after the night cruise, I will destroy the impression in my heart of facing Xitang, which is too noisy at night. ”

I smiled and said, "It's all right, whatever you want." ”

After the boat turned a corner, there was an arch bridge not far ahead, and there was a pair of pedestrians holding each other with umbrellas on the bridge, and I picked up my camera and filmed them.

Xiao Yayun slapped my hand with a smile, "This has to be filmed, aren't you afraid that others will find out that you are secretly filming?" ”

I pulled out the photo and showed her, "If it doesn't rain now, I won't take it, if their umbrella is not like that, I won't take it, if the woman's clothes are not like that, I won't take it, but this qiē has happened, plus this scenery, I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't take it." ”

On a rainy day, an oil-paper umbrella, a long skirt in the style of the Republic of China on the woman, her face was gently snuggled in her boyfriend's arms, and there were two blushes on her face. The two of them didn't know what they were talking to each other with their faces on their faces, and the ancient stone arch bridge under their feet and the red lantern ancient buildings on both sides of the cornices and corners made for a perfect photo.

Xiao Yayun glanced at the photo and shrugged, "You didn't say anything to me just now." ”

The boat boss at the stern of the boat suddenly pointed to the shore, smiled at Xiao Yayun and me in Mandarin with a ZJ accent: "Walk in there, it is the Seven Old Masters Temple." ”

"Seven Old Man Temple?"

I looked at Xiao Yayun, Xiao Yayun spread her hands, and I didn't know if you don't look at me. I took out my mobile phone and checked it, only to know that the Seven Old Men Temple is a big temple in Xitang, and the official name is the Temple of the Protector of the Country and the King of Grain.

During the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, there was a drought in the Jiashan area, and the people had no harvest, and the people were hungry everywhere. There was a superintendent surnamed Jin who passed through this place, and saw that the people of Jiashan were all hungry and yellow-skinned, begging for food around the shore, and suddenly moved his heart of compassion and gave all the grain transported by the grain fleet to the people.

After the imperial grain was finished, another trouble came, this grain was not his own, it was royal. Now the food has been given to the people, and the people are saved, but this Lord Jin has committed the capital crime of privately distributing the emperor's grain. Knowing that he could not escape punishment, he committed suicide by throwing himself into the river. In order to commemorate this good official who sacrificed himself to save the people, the local people spontaneously raised funds to build a temple, because the Jin Lord ranked seventh in the family, so this temple was called the Temple of the Seven Old Men. After the seven old men committed suicide by throwing themselves into the river, the court found out the truth and posthumously named the "Protector of the Country with the Grain King", and the Seven Lords Temple was also renamed as the "Protector of the Country with the Grain King Temple".

In addition to this origin, I also found out something very interesting, the original Seven Old Man Temple was destroyed after liberation. Later, every year in the beginning of April, the third and seventh old man out of the temple tour around this day, around the gate of the original site, the incense is not extinguished all night, just like a big temple.

Xiao Yayun suddenly sighed and said: "A local god in a place, a large part of the local gods in various places are good officials and clean officials who work for the well-being of the people, no matter what era it is, this kind of official will be remembered by the people." “

I looked at her in surprise, "When did you become a political teacher?" ”

"I just felt it. The fact that a local god can be remembered and worshipped by the local people for hundreds of years is a very moving thing in itself. ”

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