Under the moon of the Tang Dynasty, it is a festive season, and the lanterns of Chang'an are like day. In a pavilion, two people drink together.

Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, the wine shook in the glass, reflecting the light, and there were many empty wine jars on the floor of the pavilion.

But most of these wines were not drunk by her, she was not such an alcoholic person, it was another person who drank these wines.

She raised her eyes to look at the other side of the pavilion, where it was a man of letters, dressed in a wide white robe, leaning against the railing of the pavilion and holding a wine glass diagonally.

It's like being drunk, but it's like it's very clear.

"It's too white, you've drunk too much." Gu Nan put down the wine glass and said, "How about I send you back?" ”

The person who was called too white by Gu Nan shook his head, looked at Gu Nan drunkenly, and smiled.

"It's not much, the wine is just right, why does it come from so much?"

"Then if you get drunk again." Gu Nan said helplessly: "Don't blame me for leaving you here." ”

"The wine is still warm, and the old friends are on the side, how can you not get drunk?"

Taebaek laughed, stood up, and walked to the pavilion with some staggering.

Looking at the street in the distance of the pavilion, the lights were brilliant, perhaps too bright, and he closed his eyes slightly.

"Besides, it's just right to be drunk in the lights of this world?"

He raised his head and slowly drank the wine from the glass in his hand.

Gu Nan saw that this person was dead and refused to leave, so he could only accompany him for another drink.

Li Taibai finished drinking, was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the streets of Chang'an and said.

"Gu Jushi, ten years ago today, you and I were also drunk in this Chang'an City, and the scene at that time seemed to be still in my eyes, but I didn't expect it, and when I thought about it, ten years had passed."

Hearing that he sighed for a while, Gu Nanxu held the wine glass and nodded: "Yes, it's been ten years." ”

Li Taibai smiled again, looking half drunk and half awake: "Today next year, will the layman still come?" ”

"Who knows, maybe it will, maybe it won't." Gu Nan's voice was light, she rarely promised others anything, because she was afraid that after a long time, she would forget.

It may be that Gu Nan's answer was in his expectation, Li Taibai's expression was as usual, he sat on the ground, and drunkenly patted the wine jar that was empty on the ground: "Then next year, Taibai will wait for the layman for a while." But if the layman does not come, I will drink the wine myself. ”

Looking at this drunkard, Gu Nan smiled bitterly and did not speak.

The empty wine jar fell to the ground, and Li Taibai sat between the wine jars, probably drunk drowsily, shaking his head.

"Layman, Taibai has been calling you layman, do you still know if the layman has a name?"

"Font size." Gu Nan thought for a while, looked sideways at him and said.

"Let's call it immortality."

"Immortality." Li Taibai read these two words and hooked the corners of his mouth: "It's a little cheesy, but it's just right for laymen to use it." ”

"Yes, it's just right." Gu Nan responded with a word, as if talking to himself.

It's cool in the evening.

In the pavilion, Li Taibai raised an empty wine glass to the stars and moon in the sky.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

The poem was chanted, and the voice was leisurely, as if it had really been transmitted into the white jade jing in the sky in the poem, and an immortal listened to it.

The world has changed.

At the time of the Song Dynasty, Hu was taken captive into the country, one person rushed to the crown and was angry, sang full of Jianghong, stepped on the Quartet, and wrote the four words of loyalty and service to the country in the history of his life.

At the time of dawn, the waves were rough, and a man stood on the bow of a huge ship, hunting with a cloak behind him. In his hand he was holding a map, which was given to him by a man back then, saying that it was above it, and that the world was drawn.

Before the waves, he opened the map, and the world was depicted as a sphere. With his hands clenched, he raised his eyes to look at the waves, took a deep breath, and waved his hand at the countless ships behind him.

"Yang Fan!"

After the Ming Dynasty, I heard that there was a person named Pu Songling, who liked to collect strange things in his life, and would set up a small table outside his house every day, and put a pot of tea on the table, and invite passers-by to sit down and drink together, and talk about anecdotes.

And he himself will write down all these anecdotes one by one, polish and integrate.

One day, as usual, he set up a tea table in front of his house, and at noon, a man came over.

Wearing a hat, she asked at the tea table, "I have a story, do you want to hear it, sir?" ”

Pu Songling said with a smile: "Naturally. ”

The man with the hat sat down and said slowly.

"This story is called immortality."

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The long flow of history is like a river rolling, carrying countless old things and old people far away, but there is such a person who has been standing outside the river.

She experienced the Battle of Changping and witnessed the killing of hundreds of thousands of people. She once led the Great Qin Iron Cavalry and shared the world with the Six Kingdoms. She has seen the world's mountains and rivers shattered, and she has also heard the curling sound of the piano. Zhenguan is in the prosperous world, she is drunk today, and she has walked all over the river in the passing years.

She has been dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and she has also used a lupine scarf. I have worked as a farmer and a teacher. But no one remembers that such a person lived for 2,000 years.

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"Whew." The breath that came out of his mouth condensed in the cold wind, turning into a burst of white mist and slowly dispersing in midair.

Gu Nan was wearing a light black down jacket and standing on the edge of the station with a suitcase in tow, waiting for the arrival of the train. She specially asked for a vacation, and on the New Year, she was going to worship a few people.

There was no one at the station, and those who were rushing home had already left a few days earlier. Similarly, there were fewer cars at this time, and there was probably more than an hour before Gu Nan's car came back.

It was a little cold in the empty station, and she randomly found a seat to sit down and straightened her scarf.

There was some noise from the waiting seat on the side, Gu Nan turned his head to look and saw a child in ragged clothes sleeping on a chair, probably an orphan passing by.

After being silent for a while, Gu Nan stood up and went to the commissary on the side to buy two loaves of bread.

There was a noise around him, and the child lying in a chair woke up.

Seeing Gu Nan standing in front of him, his first reaction was to shrink his body, lower his eyes and say, "I'll leave immediately." ”

However, Gu Nan didn't come to drive him away, but handed a loaf of bread in his hand to him.

The child was stunned for a long time before he carefully took the bread, then tore open the wrapping paper and devoured it.

He gulped, one bite, two bites, and gradually stopped. With breadcrumbs on his lips, he lowered his head and said to Gu Nan with a whimpering voice, "Thank you." ”

Gu Nan sat next to him, eating his bread and asked.

"Do you want to hear a story?"

The child swallowed what he was eating, wiped his eyes, and whispered, "Hmm." ”

Gu Nan smiled slightly, and told a story, a past event.

"That was a long time ago."

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On the clock at the station, the hour hand has passed another square.

It was already an hour after Gu Nan finished the story.

After the child finished eating the bread in his hand, he looked at Gu Nan and asked, "Did the general see the prosperous world that her master said later?" ”

"See." Gu Nan looked at the outside of the station, and there were many high-rise buildings: "And I saw a lot of them." ”

"Is that still the same?" The child asked again.

"yes." Gu Nan nodded: "Now is also a prosperous age. ”

"Then why is there still someone like me?"

The child doesn't understand, doesn't it mean that no one will starve in the prosperous era?

Gu Nan turned his head to look at him, half a sound, reached out and touched his head, and smiled lightly.

"It's going to get better and better."

She's been through a lot of things, she's met a lot of people, so she believes that.

In every era, there have been so many people who have written their strokes in history for their ambitions, and each of these strokes is creating a better world little by little.

It is precisely because of them that they have created the magnificent chapter of these thousands of years and the picture scroll of this world.

There is never a perfect way in the world, but it will get better and better because there are always people working on it.

The child didn't understand Gu Nan's words, but the car had already come, Gu Nan got into the car and headed into the distance.

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Outside a barren mountain, Gu Nan came with her suitcase, she walked into the mountain, and walked in front of the seven tombstones.

Gu Nan simply swept away the dust in front of the tomb and sat down next to a tombstone.

It snowed lightly, and she fell asleep.

When she was asleep, another person came up from the mountain path, and it was a woman with a mole in the corner of her eye.

When the woman saw Gu Nan sleeping by the tombstone, she sighed, walked slowly to Gu Nan's side, and picked up a piece of snow that fell between her eyebrows.

By the tombstone, Gu Nan had a dream, and in the dream, she returned to Wu'an Jun's Mansion.

In the first snow in Xianyang, Xiao Lu is busy with family affairs inside and out, Bai Qi still likes to sit alone in the hall drinking warm tea, painting immortals playing the piano on the side, and Lao Lian has just walked back with Brother Hei.

She also saw two people, Lingqi was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, and Xiu'er was accompanying her sister under the tree to be a female celebrity.

Gu Nan walked towards the hall, and along the way, everyone looked at her with a smile until she walked to the front of the hall.

In the hall, Bai Qi put down the teacup and scolded her with a smile: "You girl is finally back, are you hungry, what do you want to eat for dinner?" ”

A little tear slipped down Gu Nan's face, and she laughed.

"I want to eat bean rice."

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This is the end of this book, thank you very much for your continued support and companionship, and finally, I still want to say a few more words to you.

I'm sorry, I didn't write well enough, and there are a lot of things I don't know how to write, so I have no choice but to express to you what I want to say in the end.

Our country is a country with a thick history, in the eternal years, there are too many things that have stirred people's hearts, and there are too many things in the modern century, dyed red white yarn, and become a seven-foot red silk in this cold wind. There are too many people who have served this country, and too many people have spilled their blood here.

At the same time, our country is only a country that has just been established for less than 70 years, and it can be said that it has only gone through a generation from the continuous wars and the lack of livelihood for the people to the present day, which is basically more than enough food and clothing. Growing up in peace, we have never experienced war, the cruelty of death, or the shame and sadness of despair in those years. We may have never known how much that generation had given for the country.

But I think that the moment when the morning sun tore through the night sky with its light, the moment when that person announced above the red door that a new country would continue to write a chapter, there must have really been too many people who had cried.

Our country now has a lot of problems, and it is undeniable that both policies and people's livelihood in all aspects are not perfect.

But it's really getting better and better, and I've always believed in that, so I wanted to express it.

I believe that one day in the future, in the east of the world, in the place where the sun rises, in the light that is so bright that it is about to burn, there will be a country that stands in the direction of the sky, with the pride of the nation from the dragon. There there are no hungry people, and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. There will be a day in the future, and there will be a day in the future. Between the red walls and green tiles, above the Golden Palace and the Green Palace, the wind will blow down the newly fallen stone chips, and the new craftsmen will carve two words, called, China.

There is no such thing as a perfect world in the true sense of the word, and it is difficult to have such a prosperous world, but I believe that it will come one day.

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