"Hello Miss Dong, I'm Ji Lin."

Listening to this familiar and unfamiliar voice, a smile tugged at the corner of Dong Xun'er's mouth:

"Hello Mr. Ji, do you need any help?"

Dong Xun'er has a good impression of Ji Lin, but she has also passed the age of a nymphomaniac, and understands that men are looking for themselves either to covet their own appearance, or to ask for themselves.

So the question is, what kind of person does Ji Lin belong to?

"That's the ......" Ji Lin said succinctly, describing the problem roughly.

"That's it?" Dong Xun'er's eyes widened, feeling a little incredible.

Ji Lin looked for herself, the dignified eldest lady of the Dong family, just to book a table...... Feast?

This...... Isn't it too much of a fuss?

"Miss Dong, isn't there some trouble in this matter?"

Seeing that Dong Xun'er didn't speak for a long time, Ji Lin frowned.

"No...... Don't bother, at night, you can just go to the private room No. 666 on the third floor. ”

"Thank you."

Just when Dong Xun'er still wanted to chat with Ji Lin, the other end of the phone had already hung up.

This scene made Dong Xun'er frown, feeling a little incredible.

He has a prominent net worth and beauty, and other men can't wait to make a phone call for a day and a night, but Ji Lin actually hung up the phone without saying a word?

"Mr. Ji seems to be different from any man I've seen before."

Looking blankly at the ink painting on the wall, Dong Xun'er felt that the back of the towering man that her grandmother was gazing at affectionately seemed to ...... It's Ji Lin!

"Ji Lin, I said, why should you be a newcomer? Do you really want everyone to go to that low-"cheap" place to eat hot pot tonight? ”

When Ji Lin returned, Guo proudly "put" and "played" with the luxurious diamond ring in his hand, with a playful face.

"Xiao Er, what are you talking about, why are you lowly when you eat hot pot?" Han Yan slammed his fist on the table, a little angry.

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you tasteless people, there is a high-level private calligraphy party at the Qingzhu Hotel tonight."

"I was going to take you turtles to see for a long time, but since you don't know how to lift yourself, then I'll go alone."

Most of the employees in the office have good family conditions, but when it comes to being the richest, it has to be Guo Deyi.

"Isn't it just the chairman of a broken company, what's so great, phew." After Guo walked out proudly, Lin Lulu looked disdainful.

"Guo Deyi became famous and talented as a young man, and in the past few years, he has been working part-time outside, and he has made a lot of money by opening a cultural company."

"People are the ones who rely on their talents to eat, so don't be envious." Lu Yufeng said sourly.

"Cut, isn't Han Yan also famous as a teenager, and now he is also the editor-in-chief of a big newspaper, what is Guo proudly messing about?" Lin Lulu did not relent.

"I said you're enough, don't always compare me and Guo with me?"

"His readership is elementary school students and junior high school students, and my readership is high school students and college students, can this be compared? Is it comparable? ”

Han Yan's face was black, and he had the feeling that the city gate was on fire and the fish in the pond.

"Don't make a fuss, at the Qingzhu Hotel in the evening, I'll have a treat, and everyone will get together."

Seeing that the war in the office was about to escalate, Ji Lin frowned slightly, and a big battle came to an abrupt end.

"Ji Lin, you...... Isn't it a joke? Can you really book a banquet? ”

Lin Lulu's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

"Anyway, at half past six in the evening, the Qingzhu Hotel will not be gone."

Ji Lin sat down and picked up the water glass, picked up the book and began to read.

As a monastic, Ji Lin sometimes meditates for two or three months at a time, and retreats for three or five years.

Seventy years before going down to Nanshan, Ji Lin felt that it was necessary for him to carefully study the history of contemporary China.

Otherwise, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to understand what contemporary young people think, and then I will really become the so-called ...... "uncle".

Ji Lin read the book very quickly, but Rao was like this, when Ji Lin finished reading the five-hundred-page book in his hand, it still took several hours.

When Ji Lin put down the book and stood up to drink water, he found that in the huge office, only he and the iceberg beauty Shangguan Xue who was reading quietly in the corner were left.

"Shangguan Xue, it's only four o'clock in the afternoon, why is everyone leaving?" Ji Lin was a little dazed.

"Most of the employees in our archaeology department come and go freely as long as they don't go to archaeology on weekdays."

"If it weren't for welcoming you today, I'm afraid they wouldn't have come in the afternoon."

Shangguan Xue's tone was calm, still as cold as an iceberg, and she didn't raise her head when she spoke.

"This ......" Ji Lin was speechless, and then he understood how declining Chinese culture was in Shenzhou.

"The difficulty of Shu Road, it is difficult to go to the blue sky" It can be seen from the verses of this poet Li Taibai that there is a certain disconnect between Shu and the outside world.

Because of the inconvenience of transportation and countless lofty mountains, many important events in Shenzhou since ancient times have nothing to do with Shu, and it was not until modern Shu that it was developed.

Looking at many states and counties in China, the inheritance of traditional culture in Shu is excellent, and many masters of Chinese culture in modern times have studied and realized in Shu.

However, even the employees of the archaeological department of Yulei Group are like this, so what will be the level of Chinese culture for ordinary people?

Heartache!

"I have experienced many major changes in history, but I have always looked at it with a detached eye, believing that the general trend of history is unchangeable, could it be that this is the key to my inability to enlighten?"

Walking to the window and looking up at the clouds in the void, Ji Lin was a little touched in his heart.

"Brother Wolong, you have a mystical way, but a red dust heart is not over, even if you have been cultivating for thousands of years, I am afraid it will be difficult to soar in the daytime."

Vaguely, the sigh of the saint named Li Er riding on the back of the green ox suddenly echoed in Ji Lin's ears.

"Brother Wolong, although you can live a long life according to your fate, my generation of monks, you should do that feat of cutting down the sky against the sky."

"Today, Ziya wants to go down the mountain to find the Ming Lord and the Virtuous Monarch, and there is no way to 'begg' the king of Xu, and the eldest brother cherishes it."

The hearty laughter of the white-haired old man who took Jiang Ziya seemed to have passed through the dust of history and entered Ji Lin's mind again.

In the five thousand years of immortality, Ji Lin has made countless celebrity acquaintances, and has witnessed Li Er, Jiang Ziya and others realize and ascend.

However, thousands of years have passed, and Ji Lin is still stagnant in the world.

"Master once said that in 5,000 years, it will be my best chance to become enlightened."

"If I can't realize the Tao in this life, I'm afraid I can only stay in other people's homes forever." Outside the window, the maple leaves fell one by one, and Ji Lin was a little confused.

What is the purpose of monasticism?

Why is it so difficult to achieve the Great Way?

"Ji Lin, do you have a dream?"

Suddenly, Shangguan Xue's heavenly voice like the blue of the hollow valley pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation.

"Dreams?" Hearing this, Ji Lin's body shook violently, and finally understood his biggest problem.

"I mean, do you have a pursuit? Do you know what you really want in life? ”

Seeing that Ji Lin's face was constantly changing, Shangguan Xue asked with interest.

"I, I don't know; Dreams, perhaps, are they far away? ”

After thinking for a while, Ji Lin closed his eyes and let out a sigh that had passed through the years.

"yes, I don't know." Shangguan Xue's "delicate" body trembled slightly, and her gaze at Ji Lin was a little more colorful.

What is a dream?

For this question, Shangguan Xue has asked many people.

But in order to win Shangguan Xue's favor, those men all boasted that they were saints, which made Shangguan Xue feel very boring.

"In fact, for most Chinese people nowadays, dreams are just an illusory thing when they were young."

"In the deformed social form where money is paramount, all dreams are not as real as money."

"Maybe this is the reason why I am an outstanding person from Shenzhou, but after the Republic of China, no master has ever been born?"

Shangguan Xue and Ji Lin stood side by side, looking at the maple leaves in the sky and letting out a long sigh.

Among the employees of the archaeology department, Shangguan Xue is a person who really does learning, and he is also a person who sincerely wants to promote traditional culture.

However, the impetuous atmosphere of the entire era environment, as well as the indisputability of the second generation of the Yulei archaeological department, made Shangguan Xue very disappointed.

"Shangguan Xue, in fact, you have a dream."

"If I'm not mistaken, your dream is to revive Chinese studies, I don't know if I'm wrong?"

Ji Lin smiled faintly, with an outstanding demeanor.

"This kid...... It's handsome. ”

The years have left Ji Lin with endless vicissitudes, but it also makes Ji Lin as mellow as a bottle of old wine.

No matter how Shangguan Xue refuses to be thousands of miles away, after all, she is just a little woman in the boudoir, that's all!

"Shangguan Xue, let's go to dinner together at night, can we enjoy the light?" Ji Lin said casually.

"This ......" Shangguan Xue was embarrassed for a while when she heard this.

As a famous iceberg of Yulei Group, Shangguan Xue is the master who can casually refuse even the chairman's dinner.

But today, I don't know what kind of psychology it is, Shangguan Snow Ghost nodded suddenly, and the "small" face covered by his hair was slightly red.

"Okay, I'll see you at the Qingzhu Hotel at half past six that night." Ji Lin nodded, turned and left the office.

……

When the clock pointed to six o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Lin had already appeared in the Qingzhu Hotel.

The six virtues of a gentleman, wisdom, faith, holiness, benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, "faith" is the basic criterion for living in the world, Ji Lin did not have the habit of waiting for himself for a long time.

In the hall, a yellowed ink painting caught Ji Lin's attention.

This is a Jiangnan ink painting under heavy snowfall, on the side of the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the green grass is connected together, and the back of Xiao Suo is gradually moving away in the snow, leaving shallow footprints of different lengths.

In the ancient pavilion, a woman in a kimono stroked the piano and was gazing affectionately at the elegant young man on the left who was struggling to write.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and a song seems to be able to last for ten thousand years, these two should be a pair of lovers.

"Miss Ye, Brother Xishuang, a hundred years have passed by in a flash, how are you in heaven?" Quietly staring at the ink painting scroll, Ji Lin was a little embarrassed.

The hustle and bustle of the war is still in my ears, and the prosperity of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River has not ended because of the cold winter, which is the best era, but also the worst era, an era that makes people remember.

"This painting is an ink painting that will be hung in all the hotel lobbies under my Qingzhu Group, what do you think, sir?"

A voice like a hollow valley suddenly sounded behind Ji Lin.

"The remnant sun is proud of the snow friends and does not return, the ancient road of Fangcao is blue and the sky, the artistic conception of this painting is far-reaching and extraordinary, and the majesty contains a trace of juanxiu like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River."

"If I'm not mistaken, it must have been by a woman."

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, the "delicate" body of the woman behind her trembled, and her eyes looked at Ji Lin in shock: "Mr. is talented, the little woman admires it very much, can Mr. tell me about the artistic conception of this painting?" ”

"This painting is about the sad scene of Mr. Xishuang sending his friends away before he left home."

"The young man holding a brush and writing the scroll is Mr. Xishuang, and the woman playing the piano behind him is his confidante Miss Yezi."

As soon as Ji Lin's words fell, the surprise on the face of the woman behind him became even stronger, and she looked at Ji Lin with a burning look: "The person who left in the snow in the picture scroll is the friend that Mr. Xishuang sent away?" ”

"Exactly." Ji Lin nodded, turned his head, and found that the slim person standing behind him was Dong Xun'er, a famous lady in Shu.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ji to have such profound attainments in Chinese studies, Xun'er is so polite."

Dong Xun'er bowed with an outstanding demeanor.

"You and your grandmother are quite seven or eight points alike."

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, he suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, and secretly said that he had touched the "scene" and "birth" for a while, and he actually said the wrong thing.

"Mr. Ji, you...... Know your grandmother? ”

Dong Xun'er's small "mouth" was wide enough to stuff an egg, and her beautiful eyes were full of shock.

The Dong family has risen since Dong Qingzhu, and it is the peak family of the magic capital, and Dong Xun'er has been rich for three generations.

The young man in front of him, who seemed to be only in his twenties, actually said that he knew his grandmother Dong Qingzhu?

This...... How is this possible?

"Miss Qingzhu is a rare woman in a hundred years, and her life is full of legends."

"Shu is the place where her old man rises, as a Shu person, how can I not know it?"

Touching his nose, Ji Lin smiled.

"Yes." Dong Xun'er nodded.

"Dare to ask my grandmother, her old man...... Where is it now? ”

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Lin still asked this question.

"Ten years ago, my grandmother was an old man...... The immortal is gone. ”

Dong Xun'er's beautiful eyes faded, and there was some pain in her tone.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the world is impermanent." Although he had known this answer, Ji Lin still felt a pain in his heart.

The playful little girl who witnessed the love between Mr. Xishuang and Miss Ye Zi with herself, is she gone like this?

"The last thing my grandmother said before she left was...... 'Brother Wolong, where are you?' ”

Dong Xun'er murmured softly, and her beautiful eyes quietly stared at the ink paintings on the wall.

……

That year, it snowed heavily in the south of the Yangtze River, and Mr. Xishuang and Miss Ye Zi stood side by side, talking to a young man with a gloomy expression.

In the ancient pavilion behind the three of them, Ji Lin and a sixteen-year-old girl stood side by side, quietly looking at the scene in front of them.

"Brother Xishuang, I'm bankrupt, we'll have a date later."

After the young man surnamed Xu left this sad sentence, he stepped on the snow and left.

With the departure of the youth, the autumn wind was bleak, and a few crystal snowflakes fell abruptly, falling on the ground and becoming invisible.

"Brother Wolong, Brother Xu is so stubborn, we can clearly help him, but why does he still want to go?"

Mr. Xishuang turned his head to look at the ancient pavilion with a sad expression.

"A man should have a strong ambition, and where he falls, he should get up from there."

"I believe that Brother Xu Xian can make a comeback." Ji Lin sighed slightly.

It's not that Ji Lin can't help the youth, it's that the young man surnamed Xu is too stubborn.

The snow is getting heavier.

Standing motionless in the snow for an hour, Li Xishuang's eyes were a little red, and he turned to Ji Lin and said, "Brother Wolong, please play the piano for me, I want to write a poem for Brother Xu." ”

"I'm not proficient in music, so let's let Miss Ye come."

Seeing that the virtuous woman from the island country was looking at Li Xishuang stupidly, Ji Lin smiled.

"It's okay, please ask Miss Ye Zi to play the piano for me." Li Xishuang nodded.

In an instant, the soft sound of the guqin echoed in the ancient pavilion and melted into the snow.

The wind whined, and a mournful flute sounded faintly in the distance.

"Brother Xu, I hope you can really make a comeback as Brother Wolong said."

Li Xishuang looked at the end of the snowy sky and roared in the sky, wrote hard, and the song "Farewell" jumped on the paper.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute. ”

"Sunset outside the mountains. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. ”

"A scoop of turbid wine is all over the rest, don't dream cold tonight."

The music was melodious, and Miss Ye Zi gazed at Mr. Xishuang affectionately.

And the little girl in the ancient pavilion who was in love with "Dou" for the first time also looked at Ji Lin boldly and passionately with the same gaze.

This is a history that has been sealed in the dust of the years, a memory that flows in the depths of Ji Lin's mind.

"Qingzhu, back then, you and I sent our friends away with Brother Xishuang, and soon after, you went to Tokyo to study."

"Mr. Xishuang also escaped from the empty door, and Miss Ye Zi waited for her lover to return by the West Lake, but finally turned into a dream bubble."

Taking a sharp breath, Ji Lin felt a little guilty.

I clearly promised the little girl to pick her up in three years, but I didn't expect that after the West Lake broke the bridge, it would be a hundred years to look back.

It turns out that before I know it, a hundred years have passed.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji?" Dong Xun'er's voice pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation.

"I'm sorry, I lost my mind when I recalled the past for a while, which made Miss Dong smile."

Putting away the sigh in his heart, Ji Lin smiled slightly.

"Reminiscing?"

Dong Xun'er was stunned for a moment, only felt that this matter was a little ridiculous, an ink painting scroll that was almost a hundred years old, who could Ji Lin recall?

"Isn't it a reminder of my grandmother?"

When this ridiculous idea came to mind, Dong Xun'er immediately left it behind.

"Miss Dong, if you have any trouble in the future, no matter what, I can solve it for you."

"Huh?"

After leaving this sentence that made Dong Xun'er a little dazed, Ji Lin walked forward.

Ahead, Shangguan Xue was like a snow lotus falling from the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and Yingying walked over.