Every city has a City God Temple, and the location of the City God Temple is basically the jurisdiction of the old city of the city. If you're still looking for a taste of the old and the old in the city, you won't be disappointed.

Because no matter how much you renovate the city, there is always a bit of old-fashioned style in the area here. Did you tear down the temple and rebuild it in the European style? French? Apparently not.

You can't say that the temple is built under a skyscraper, with the temple below and the office above? Oh, that's a big disrespect.

In the early years, the urban transformation of the magic capital can be regarded as a wind and water, and everywhere is a drastic screening and reconstruction. The bulldozer pushed into history and into the future, giving birth to many new legendary chapters in this city overnight, giving it a new look and suddenly becoming the focus of the world's attention.

But in the past few years, the new Chenghuang lord seems to feel that this way of removing the old and welcoming the new is too simple and rude, and the bulldozer pushes away the old at the same time, but also pushes away a lot of precipitated history. Thousands of years and hundreds of years of culture, as soon as a bulldozer, suddenly came to naught.

What was reborn here, I can't tell if it's the charming and prosperous, thick Shanghainese, alley beauty, cheongsam demon phantom?

As a result, repairing the old as the old has become a new plan for the city.

For historical legacy, capital punishment cannot be simply imposed, and for those old buildings, they can be renovated without destroying the original appearance of the original site, and can also form a harmonious complement with the new city. This is a test for today's city builders.

After all, it is far more difficult and complicated to renovate the old one than to build one.

To be honest, building a unique or eye-catching building, placed there, is actually not attractive at all for the people of the Butterfly generation. For the Modu people of the generation of the kite, they don't understand it even more. No one knows who will be the one who really understands, but there are often all kinds of complaints about strange buildings on the Internet.

Throughout the Spring Festival, because of a trip, the butterfly suddenly felt that her heart was like a Pandora's box that had been opened, and she began to feel a little unable to hold back the life of staying at home all day, and was about to think about where to go for a walk and shopping.

Thinking about it, people like butterflies naturally think of the City God Temple.

Butterfly remembers the last time she came to the City God Temple, she came with her father Gao Ruohan's family. It is also to watch the lights, visit the garden, eat Ningbo dumplings, and drink a cup of expensive tea in the Huxin Pavilion, in fact, the tea is very ordinary, but because it is the tea of the Huxin Pavilion, it naturally becomes unusual.

Then look outside the carved window lattice, the fish in the pond are playing in the water, and gently scattering some leftover pastry crumbs will cause a group of fish to revel.

There is also through the window, taking advantage of the emptiness when the adults are talking, so that the mind can travel back to a hundred years of time, frozen in the afternoon of a small building.

A small building of a medium-sized family, a girl in the boudoir, supporting the window lattice, staring at the sky in the distance, the pigeon flying, the mind is sluggish, because a spring dream just now, she is still in a trance and a little sad. Yesterday, the family next door married their daughter again, cried and cried on the sedan chair, and since then they have become someone else's family. Thinking of myself again, I don't know what kind of character my future husband will be, and I can't help but feel sad.

These childhood memories in my memory have somehow become a very warm memory of butterflies. She really wanted to relive it, but this time she wanted these warm pictures to become the impression in Zhiyu's memory.

This idea of hers naturally immediately received Gao Ruohan's support.

And the night before, the butterfly and the kite also described the picture of his father taking him to the City God Temple to play, talking vividly and interestingly, the kite listened to his eyes without blinking, and his saliva flowed.

He has never been to the City God Temple, so he doesn't know what the City God Temple is? Why is there such a place for the City God Temple?

So, in order to explain, the butterfly took a bigger tongue, and said that it was very tired, the problem was that after talking for a long time, the kite still seemed to understand or not, and finally the butterfly had to wave his hand and say: You will know tomorrow when you go.

With good memories and expectations, the three of them went to the City God Temple together. Unexpectedly, the City God Temple was full of people. Gao Ruohan had difficulty parking before, and there was still a long distance from the City God Temple, and the bustling flow of marching soldiers had already begun to block the traffic.

Gao Ruohan couldn't help but be very annoyed, so he simply found a community, directly parked the car first, and then the three of them also joined the marching stream, moving slowly like a turtle in the direction of the City God Temple.

Along the way, the kite is very excited, curious about everything she sees, and wants everything. There is a person who buys rock sugar gourds, and he shouts to eat rock sugar gourds. There was also a stall selling toys that could blow out a long nose, and he wanted it again.

The butterfly refused to sell, Gao Ruohan stretched out his hand very quickly, and without waiting for the butterfly to educate the kite, Gao Ruohan was already happy to hold one and stuffed it into the kite's hand.

Butterfly angrily counted down and said: Aunt Gao, she spoils him in everything, and this child is becoming more and more difficult to discipline now.

Gao Ruohan looked casual and said: I want to educate and go home to educate, since I promised the child to come out to play, just have fun and have a good time, what is this for? It's the same when you came out as a kid.

Butterfly smiled and said, "Aunt Gao, how old was I when I came out to play with you at that time?"

Gao Ruohan said: That's right, at your age, you are still clamoring to eat rock sugar gourd, have you forgotten this?

The butterfly had no choice but to shut up, she had no hope of that, not only did she ask her father to buy her rock sugar gourds, but also to eat roadside kebabs and the kind of sugar cane juice that was pressed. Just those things filled her belly.

The three of them walked and watched one by one. The butterfly watched the kite bite the rock sugar gourd, rattling, and couldn't help but be greedy, and said: Children, don't care about eating by yourself.

After eating a rock sugar gourd, he was stunned by the butterfly's words, held it in his hand, looked at it, looked at the butterfly and Gao Ruohan, thought for a while, and stretched out in front of Gao Ruohan: Grandma, you can also eat one, it's delicious.

Gao Ruohan smiled and said: You eat, grandma doesn't eat.

The kite was handed to the butterfly again: Mom, you can eat one too.

The butterfly said seriously: Okay, mom only eats one.

The butterfly took it and took a bite hard, its mouth full of sugar residue, and inside was sweet and sour hawthorn, and all of a sudden, childhood memories immediately flashed in front of me.

After eating one, he forgot that Gao Ruohan bought this string of sugar gourds for the kite, so he walked all the way and ate very happily.

When he ate the third one, Leng Buding caught a glimpse of the little eyes full of resentment, like a puppy, staring greedily at the sugar gourd in his hand.

The butterfly suddenly understood, smiled, and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, my mother ate a few of you." Ha ha. Give it back to you!

Zhi Kite took the sugar gourd that was eaten and there were not a few left, looking very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it.

Gao Ruohan suddenly saw it, and laughed: Look at you, blame, your mother is still grabbing sugar gourds with her son to eat. I wasn't allowed to buy it before, it would have made me eat so much.

The butterfly wiped her mouth with a tissue, her teeth and cheeks still had a residual sweetness, and she said nonchalantly: What's wrong? What's wrong with me eating some? He's still my birth! You say, don't you? Stop kites?

As he spoke, he entered the City God Temple, and only after entering the City God Temple did he realize what a ridiculous decision this trip was.

The little person was surrounded by the crowd, in addition to looking up and seeing the black pressed head, there were also those things hanging on the top of the head.

The kite asked the butterfly: "Mother, did you come here when you were a child, is this the same?"

The butterfly swallowed her saliva, and she also wanted to put the kite on her shoulder, just like some children's fathers next to her, it was very majestic and majestic. But he really couldn't carry it, and he was huddled in the crowd, his face was already so hot that his face was red, he couldn't bear it, and he had no choice but to go, the problem was that this was a one-way street, and he could only go forward, not back.

And he muttered to himself, "Oh, we were—