Spring is brilliant, and the earth is peaceful.

In this beautiful weather, Yalan and Zhu Lijiao formed a beautiful marriage.

The two held a traditional wedding ceremony and invited Runzhi to be a witness.

Although this Runzhi still has a little complicated feelings in Yalan's heart, he is still very happy for these two people in his heart on the whole.

Yalan and Zhu Lijiao never felt it, until the two tried to date, and then they got married, and finally began to gradually become like glue, and gradually put Runzhi aside.

In fact, women are like this, when they need it most, whoever treats them well, as long as they have the same ideals and beliefs, are in the same civilization system, and are very similar to the person they have a crush on, may follow that person.

In fact, in a woman's heart, what she likes is only certain qualities, but her range of objects has been expanded a little.

This may also be mostly out of necessity.

Unconsciously, it has been a while since Runzhi came to Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

This Hangzhou, Zhejiang is really amazingly beautiful, what a beautiful law, there is a poem "Hangzhou West Lake Song" as evidence:

The spring breeze is slightly drunk on the West Lake,

The rockery is tactful and the water is strange.

Pavilions and pavilions in Hangzhou,

The winding path leads to the blue waves.

During this time, Runzhi naturally made friends with many literati and writers in Zhejiang everywhere, and together with everyone, he replaced wine with tea and talked about wine.

Unconsciously, I traveled to many prefectures and counties in Hangzhou, and I also had a subtle understanding of the customs and folklore around here.

On the street, Runzhi saw countless old people and children who seemed to be playing, but often the figure of young people was rare.

Runzhi randomly found an old man who was lying on a chair and was followed by a seven or eight-year-old child and asked:

"Old man, how old is this child?"

The old man seemed to say bluntly:

"The child is two and a half years old this year, and I am teaching him to walk, and the child is making rapid progress, which is really pleasant."

"Where are the child's parents?"

Runzhi asked suddenly.

The old man shook a small fan that was already very worn, and said: "Ju Library."

"Our young people here have been absorbed by all kinds of workshops around them, and they are beginning to be reluctant to stay at home, the so-called Shinong businessmen, these people are willing to give up the cultivated land left by their ancestors, and give up their ancestors' peasant lifestyle, how can they go to see their ancestors."

Runzhi felt in his heart that the old man's thinking was pedantic, but seeing that the old man looked like he was full of bamboo, he couldn't bear to make these mistakes.

In these few seconds of hesitation, the old man had already fallen back asleep in the breeze.

Runzhi naturally came to the vicinity of this West Lake by himself.

There are too many roads in this world, and you can only understand by experiencing them yourself, there are too many things, and only one person has a stomach to face, to experience, to try, to create a new life experience.

It's a beautiful place and a place full of charm.

Runzhi found that there were still a lot of people who came here, and many ordinary people were walking here, and they were also happy.

On top of this West Lake, there are pavilions and pavilions with tables, imitating the classical architecture of the Song and Ming dynasties, and many rockery streams have been built here.

Runzhi walked along a template bridge, and the guardrails on both sides of these wooden bridges were carved with various patterns, which seemed to display countless paintings, and the ornamentation of the pork belly was quite fine; It's dazzling and emotional.

In the middle of this West Lake, there is a typical pavilion, and there is a water template bridge in the southeast and northwest that connects the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The pavilion is large enough to accommodate about a few dozen people, and the decoration is very elegant, with a large red lantern in the middle and around it.

When Runzhi first arrived here, a shadow appeared here.

This is a very elegant and petite figure, very thin and delicate, looking very strong, there is no one around, no headscarf, no obvious jewelry, dressed in black service, it seems to be full of a solemn beauty, which makes people feel very intoxicated.

"Why do I always feel that you are like a beam of light, you are sprinkled on the surface of this endless lake, but you never hope for people's memories, this is your destination, this is also your starting point"

The woman suddenly said something to the surface of the lake, like a witch, and gestured with an exaggerated gesture, and her body writhed, as if she were trembling and twitching, and finally she was about to fall to the surface of the lake.

Runzhi didn't have time to think about it, so he subconsciously deepened his hand, grabbed the white and tender little hand and arm, and pulled the body of the woman who had fallen half of it back from the direction of the lake.

"Girl, what's wrong with you, why are you still dancing, don't you know that the parents who suffer from the body are not filial, not to mention that human life is like a white horse, every minute and every second is so precious, countless people fantasize about immortality and can't get it, but you want to leave this world in a hurry, are you worthy of your parents and yourself?"

The woman turned her head, rubbed her hands over her long, slightly dull hair, and then suddenly said:

"Who are you? Personal private affairs, which one wants you to take care of, don't you know that life is precious, love is more valuable, now I have lost my love, what is the meaning of my short white horse passing through the gap, it is not a hundred days a day, forget it when you die, and save yourself from staying alone in this time to live this life alone"

Runzhi grabbed the woman's arm, fearing that she would climb the guardrail and jump down again, and then said:

"Which one I am, it doesn't seem to matter, I just want to tell you, I am born to be useful, my daughter is scattered and come back, everyone is the wealth of all people in this world, have their own unique mission and value, life is precious to anyone, not to mention that your life is not only for yourself, it also belongs to your parents, belongs to all your relatives and friends, you are good, so a hundred, have you ever thought about their feelings, have you ever considered for them, you are so a hundred, What is left for them is a lot of sadness and tears, and it is the common loss of these people."

When the woman heard this, she began to sob.

In an instant, the tears were like beads with broken threads, and they fell one by one, accompanied by the woman's whining and choking cry.

The woman began to hold her head in her hands, squatting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, burying her head in her knees, just whimpering and sobbing, sobbing, occasionally hesitating, accompanied by a slight trembling.