When Imperial College London was almost ready to be built, Papai Alley was rightfully governed by the Imperial government. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although the small streets and alleys crisscrossed are full of dirt and dirt, you can still feel some historical flavors and traces when you walk on them, and it is a pity to rebuild them......

Considering that there are too many idle people in the vicinity, blind dismissal and eviction is just a stupid way to treat headaches and feet, and cannot really solve the problem, so it was changed into a historical street to accommodate some small traders and hawkers, which not only solves the problem of customs management, but also retains a first-line livelihood for the unemployed.

After decades of accumulation, fireworks and willow lane have become a thing of the past, and if people who come to visit talk about it, they are probably also emotional, and they are fascinated......

Today, this is an ordinary pedestrian street, densely packed with shops, restaurants are located, and the young boys and girls who come and go are just like the old days......

The author has a lot of emotions in his heart, and there are poems -

"The hustle and bustle is all hidden, and I don't see the yarn making clothes back then. If you ask where to find the old love, the lover's hotel spends the day and night. ”

[Yuwen Xiuce: Wow! Good poetry, so wet! 】

[Bing Miao: It's dirty, it's dirty! 】

[Author: I suddenly feel ...... I think I can write a history article! 】

[Bing Miao: Historical text? A group of ancient people rode horses and archery, playing a live-action online game that could not be resurrected if they died?! 】

[Yuwen Xiuce: Bing Miao...... I found that after you listened to the poem, the soul of complaining awakened! 】

[Author: The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and the bright moon slaps you in the face! 】

[Yuwen Xiuce: Cut, this is Mingyue's joke, you can't do it, change me! ] 】

[Author: I've tied it up and eaten ......]

[Bing Miao: You talk, I'll flash first! ] 】

Get down to business!

Yuwen Xiuce rode the modified Daharley, and it didn't take long to arrive at the agreed place first. Looking at the side-by-shoulder posture of the pedestrian street, it will definitely not work to go shopping with a big motorcycle, so let's find a place to park first.

After a brief turn around the periphery, Xiuce quickly found a toll office dedicated to parking non-motorized vehicles, although it looked a little dilapidated at first glance, it was really a large carport. Although there are often people driving around to hang out. But after all, it is a pedestrian street around the university, and bicycles and small electric donkeys are the most popular means of transportation.

The person who charged was an old man, his hair was a little gray, the stubble that had not been repaired for a long time looked a little dirty, he was wearing a big T-shirt that was washed so that he could not see the original color, he was wearing a pair of shorts that looked like he had cut off his trouser legs casually, and he was dragging a pair of tattered slippers on his feet, sitting listlessly in a rattan chair with his eyes slightly squinted. As if awake, his arms were beating randomly on the shiny arms of the chair, and his mouth was humming strange tunes intermittently.

"Looking at the rivers and mountains, the dry bones are buried in the smoke for thousands of miles, and the people are gone, I don't know what year and month I will return my home...... I only hope that one day I will call and return to my hometown safely. Haunting dreams are home ......"

Yuwen Xiuce, who was pushing Da Harley and wearing a sci-fi helmet, was in the middle of the pop-pop-alley. It is tantamount to being in the used van market...... Rolls-Royce-like existence!

Along the way, the burning gaze around him has raised the temperature around someone a lot. But when he walked into the somewhat dilapidated carport, even though the galvanized body reflected enough light to make the other parked cars ashamed, the old man who looked at the car only symbolically moved his eyebrows. His sleepy eyes only opened a slit, and he continued to immerse himself in the strange tune.

"Soul, drifted away (liao), people, I can't see ......"

Yuwen Xiuce glanced casually. Quickly recorded the other party's information from head to toe with his eyes, and then continued to push the motorcycle, looking for a parking position, and began to quickly analyze the details in his mind without a trace.

Cold-stricken legs and feet, frayed nails, rough calluses, swollen joints......

Strange little songs, suspicious undershirts, weird scars on the ears......

and the iron bars behind the rattan chairs that appear to be used to hold the chair legs......

Yuwen Xiuce remained silent and put the motorcycle on the side of the parking space and locked it. Unfortunately, due to its large size, it spanned nearly four parking spaces in front and back.

Xiuce, who had parked the car, slowly walked towards the old man, quickly thinking about how to speak and what to say.

"Ah, old man! How much does parking cost? A young man came in with a dirt bike, ignoring the age gap with the speaker, and said I was your uncle.

"Oh, my mother yelled~~~~~~~ the stupid is here (liao), the stupid is here...... Seeing the stupid guy run quickly, the brain is broken and can't be cured......"

I don't know if there is really this word in the original song, anyway, when the old man sang it, it was quite smooth. Yuwen Xiuce couldn't help but sing along with it.

"I can't see Chinese medicine, I can't cure it, I cut the ji-ji to find a drought cannon, and I can't go to Qinglou in this life...... Ah, only brother is good medicine! ”

The old man's sleepy eyes flashed with a gleam, and he involuntarily raised the door a few degrees, and sang in a hoarse voice.

"Kunlun slave, I like this, I am big and alive, I ~~~~~~~ teach this little minister, I am happy!"

Yuwen Xiuce: "Happy-free-free!" Have fun! Hey! ”

[Bing Miao: This is just two stinky hooligans singing to each other! 】

[Author: Wrong! They're reciting a famous piece of history! 】

[Bing Miao: Historical Yarn...... I don't believe that there is still such a word in Yuefu! 】

[Author's Jun (took out a yellowed book): There really is, look! 】

[Bing Miao: That ......]

[Author: Huh? 】

[Bing Miao (touched the signature pen oil that hasn't dried yet): Are ancient classics written with a signature pen? 】

[Author: Yes, dream...... This ancient high technology is recorded in the Xibi talk! 】

[Bingmiao: Okay...... I don't read much, so I don't fight with you. Even if you have a signature pen, what does the cover of your book "arithmetic book" mean? The Yuefu poem was copied by the ancients in the arithmetic homework book?! 】

[Author: Didn't the ancients write arithmetic homework? 】

【Bingmiao: ......】

[Author: Forget it, I don't care about you...... Wait a minute, I'll switch to a Chinese homework book! 】

When the author Jun ran to find the Chinese homework book, Bing Miao ran away decisively, and Yuwen Xiuce was still immersed in the wonderful traditional music duet with the old man who had just watched the car, which transcended age and identity.

"I'm ******, you're ******, I'm ***** you********!" Young people with passing intelligence responded decisively with more popular content. (To be continued.) )