In September, the autumn rain in Jiangnan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as the car stepped out of the section, tiny raindrops fell in the sky.

The impression of Jiangnan should be a small bridge and flowing water, and a winding corridor. The drizzle was blowing, and roses were blooming all over the bluestone alleys. The Jiangnan woman who is like water is wearing a cheongsam and walking in the rain alley.

Under the tight-fitting cheongsam, their graceful posture is outlined. The jade buttocks gently swing, showing all kinds of style. On their slender jade hands is an oil-paper umbrella with an ancient charm, with delicate and beautiful patterns tattooed on it.

The appearance of the Jiangnan woman in Li Xiuwen's memory is naturally not from this era. He vaguely remembered that the cheongsam seemed to have originated in the Qing Dynasty and was popular during the Republic of China, and the ladies of old Shanghai on TV were mostly wearing cheongsam.

This will still be the Ming Dynasty, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has not yet entered the customs, so naturally there are no Jiangnan women wearing cheongsam.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A clove-like

The girl with a grudge ......"

From the curtain of the car pulled up, looking at the scenery outside the car under the drizzle, Li Xiuwen couldn't help but come to his senses, and unconsciously read out the song "Rain Alley".

Dong Xiaowan suddenly listened to him reciting poems, and frowned slightly. She is also good at poetry, but she has never heard such poems, and she feels a little weird in her heart. I can listen to the young and handsome boy in front of me chanting softly, but I feel extremely enjoyable.

She sat there and listened quietly, even her breathing slowed down, and she couldn't bear to interrupt him.

Li Xiuwen was still intoxicated with his own world at this time, so he continued to chant softly:

"She has

The color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

Wailing in the rain,

Complaining and hesitating......"

When Li Xiuwen finished reciting, Dong Xiaowan was also intoxicated with the artistic conception of this poem, and the carriage was silent for a while.

At this time, the car happened to reach its destination and slowly stopped. I only heard Sun Mingwen outside the car remind: "Childe, Hanshan Temple has arrived." ”

Li Xiuwen came back to his senses at this time, and realized that he was suddenly nostalgic for the life of his previous life, and he inadvertently showed it in front of Dong Xiaowan. But I have such a bizarre experience, I'm afraid no one will believe it if I say it, and it's not a big deal.

He smiled and said to Dong Xiaowan: "It's here, let's go down." ”

"Oh!"

Dong Xiaowan woke up at this time, responded busily, got up and got out of the car with him.

Sun Mingwen is a subordinate background, and he can be said to be comprehensive in terms of waiting for people. When he came to Suzhou, he made all the preparations for Li Xiuwen's trip. As soon as Li Xiuwen got out of the car, he gave him an oil-paper umbrella.

"It's kind of coming!"

Li Xiuwen took it with a smile, glanced at him appreciatively, opened it with his hand, and raised it to cover Dong Xiaowan and his own head.

Li Xiuwen and the others walked slowly in the rain. Because the umbrella was not big, Dong Xiaowan was worried that his clothes would be wet from the rain, so he was very close to him.

A woman's unique fragrance penetrated into the chest along the tip of the nose, which made Li Xiuwen's heart ripple for a while: "The one next to me is Dong Xiaowan!" It's worth it, it's worth it......"

Hanshan Temple, a song "Fengqiao Night Park" makes it famous all over the world.

had the opportunity to come to Suzhou, Li Xiuwen was curious, and naturally wanted to visit here.

Dong Xiaowan is a native of Suzhou, and he doesn't have much interest in this Hanshan Temple. However, the host is casual, Li Xiuwen wants to come and see, she naturally wants to act as a "tour guide".

Entering the temple, Li Xiuwen couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He felt that this Hanshan Temple was not much different from the temples he had visited in his previous life.

After strolling around, I soon came to the main hall of the temple. Dong Xiaowan took Li Xiuwen to the back of the Buddha statue

Whispered to him: "This is the portrait of the two monks in the cold mountain. ”

Li Xiuwen found the portrait behind the Buddha statue, and the "Hanshan" introduced by Dong Xiaowan pointed to the ground with his right hand, talking and laughing. And the other one who "picked up" listened with pleasure and quietness.

Li Xiuwenqi said: "Why are the portraits of these two monks hanging here? ”

Dong Xiaowan replied: "According to legend, during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, there were two young people, one called Hanshan and the other was Shide, and they have been very good friends since childhood...... Later, because of a girl, Hanshan became a monk here, and this Hanshan Temple got its name from this. Later, he crossed the ocean and established Shide Temple in Japan. Therefore, the portraits of the two eminent monks are hung here. ”

Li Xiuwen hadn't heard this story before, but he found it interesting to hear it at this time. It's just because of a girl, these two buddies are actually monks.

It's really good engine oil and a good friend!

"The two of them had a conversation, and it was quite zen."

I only heard Dong Xiaowan continue: "Hanshan asked: The world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it?" And he replied: Just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years, and you will see him. ”

Li Xiuwen had heard this in his previous life, but he didn't expect it to come from the mouths of the two monks. However, he really didn't dare to compliment such an attitude, so he subconsciously shook his head.

Dong Xiaowan saw his disapproving expression, so he asked, "Childe doesn't seem to agree with this, could it be that you have a different opinion?" ”

Li Xiuwen smiled and said, "I think it's right to be tolerant, but too much tolerance will only make it seem cowardly." It should read: Just bear with him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, and ignore him. No matter how arrogant he is, you will beat him! ”

"Flutter!"

Dong Xiaowan couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing Li Xiuwen's words. Just now, I thought he was easy-going and gentle. How could such a thing come out in the blink of an eye?

Li Xiuwen touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "Am I not right?" If everyone else is bullied, you can't bear it anymore. ”

"Okay, my eldest son, if he is arrogant, you will beat him!"

Dong Xiaowan said with a smile. But she didn't notice it, and unconsciously, she spoke to Li Xiuwen in a much closer tone.

Li Xiuwen, a muddy person, changed the famous sentences that others are proud of on other people's territory. There was a little monk nearby who heard his words, and he secretly whispered his dissatisfaction, and his eyes were a little unkind when he looked at him.

Dong Xiaowan couldn't hear these words, but now that Li Xiuwen has cultivated martial arts at home, he naturally heard it. In this regard, Li Xiuwen didn't care about it, after all, he was wrong first. But if those monks don't give up, he will follow the line, "If he is arrogant, you will beat him!" The guidelines were acted.

Hanshan Temple is actually not big, the two of them chatted while walking, and soon finished a circle, and then went straight out of the temple gate and left here.

After visiting Hanshan Temple, it was still early to see the time. They got into the carriage again and headed for Taihu Lake.

After this trip, Dong Xiaowan let go a lot, and was no longer as restrained as she was at the beginning.

In the carriage, she couldn't help but ask, "Who wrote the poem that Gongzi just recited?" ”

Seeing that she still asked after all, Li Xiuwen had no choice but to reply: "Ah, that poem...... Well, in fact, I improvised it, and I can't get into the hall of elegance. ”

Li Xiuwen is very shameless, and he said that the creator of this modern poem is himself. He really couldn't help it, and at this time, the man was not born yet. Could it be that a random person's name is used to fool her?

As a traverser, Li Xiuwen actually lives a helpless life.

Dong Xiaowan heard him say that he did it, nodded clearly, and said, "Can the son ...... Can you write down the poem and send it to the slave family? ”

She actually likes this poem too?

Seeing her looking at herself with expectant eyes, Li Xiuwen had no choice but to nod and say, "Of course you can!" (To be continued.) )