Chapter 82: Item Exchange System (Page 1/1)

Eighty-three years ago, there was a long rainy alley, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, looking for its time.

In an old city, with green walls, brown bricks, pale curtains, and a few vintage birdcages. Listen, does the crisp sound of the birds bring you back to the past? I think it will be as light as Jiangnan's dream, and when we don't know it, we will return to the situation where time is the same and the story is still the same. The time in the old city is carved into the story of the wheel of life.

The road of the alley is tortuous and concave, with layers of tiles overlapping and staggered, glowing with indigo fluorescence. The green-walled village flickered in the embrace of green bamboo, and the curling smoke slowly rose and slowly disappeared, and the tiles glittered in the sunlight. Of course, this is also the ancient road that everyone has walked, and the ancient road that everyone has walked with dreams and smiles. The gentle woman quietly stepped on the bricks, and the superimposed steps crossed the ancient road lightly. This is an emotion that words cannot express, tactful, as promised, blooming, lingering between the green walls. The woman smiled softly, graceful, just like a lilac. As a result, there is more elegance and indifference in the alley. Even, there was a wisp of fragrance that swept through the air, which was brought by that woman, pure and flawless. In this way, the alleys of Jiangnan are looped in layers of rich aromas, and under the pure sky, they are classical. After that, the consistent alley mouth became warmer and warmer in the morning light, and the sunlight poured down on the alley. It happens to be a place where everyone can feel it, right up to the atrium. Gradually, the charm of the Jiangnan of the tender woman filled the entire alley, gently sprinkled, looking for and seeking, without a trace of impetuousness, it covered up the sadness of the floating world. The charm is antique red, deep with brown, brown with powder, the powder reveals some longing and ignorance, the scattered lilac petals are like water, and the love is all over the town in the south of the Yangtze River, anxious to feel the bathing of the river and the peace of the shop, but I can't bear to fall, and I am reluctant to leave the air like a dream.

At this moment, the children are holding marshmallows in their hands, and with endless sweetness on their faces, they break into the oblique light. The awning boat was docked on the side of the shore, awake with affection. The rope broke away from the slender man's hand and was wrapped around the stake. The boat is made of bamboo pieces and bamboo silk

It is semicircular, with a bamboo fence in the middle, and is coated with tung oil black lacquer. The canopy boat is the black elf of Jiangnan. The boatman also put a plate of anise beans and other appetizers on the very narrow edge of the boat, and held a small wine jug in his right hand, sipping wine and chewing a fennel bean, leisurely. Children leap into the sky, and the boat sways on the river. Tilting down at a 45° angle from the sky, the children's laughter is as sweet and light as dandelions. The woman in the alley sprinkled fragrance all the way until the children jumped into the alley and brought a little naughtiness. So, it started to be unusual.

In this Jiangnan, there are a few small fish, a few weeping willows, a small boat, a few reeds, a small bridge, a piece of green bamboo, a few ducks and geese, there are villages, there are cooking smoke, there are Wu Nong's soft words, and there is indisputable tranquility. This summer is gentler than elsewhere, a summer, a city, a world, a flower bewitching by your side; This season's Jiangnan is more elegant than other times, a water, a boat, a woman, and a fragrance have in memory. It's still antique, and it's still warm......

Whose daughter is red, clear, fragrant, mellow, soft, cottony, refreshing, fragrant, fragrant, and more intense with time. If the bow of the boat meets, the folk song of which family comes out, mixed with the ballad of children.

After that, it rained lightly in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the raindrops were clear, different from other places, exquisite and elegant, and it was the period when the children were shy. Slowly passing through the sky, the eaves reach the town. However, it did not jump into the small river, but quietly soothed, walked the ballet route, and dived into the river safely. It carries a little bit of fragrance, the same color as lavender purple potato. The earth in the rain has a delicate aroma, mixed with a moist feeling, which is refreshing. A few drops of drizzle, a few traces of confusion, a few birdsongs, a few melancholy, a soft breeze, only blowing the banners on the corrugated houses caressing the eyes. The guests sat down one after another, and the smell of wine was once again fragrant. Although it has rained, this Jiangnan is peaceful and quiet, especially in the afternoon, and the time is quiet......

One meter of sunlight pours on the pink walls and tiles, and the posture reflected in the river water is extremely gentle. At this time, the alley gradually faded and subsided, and the mischievous and misty tactfulness of the children returned to silence. Some farmers are taking a nap, and some are chatting about family life

, and some are brewing their daughter red, preparing for the opening of the inn tomorrow. Everyone's movements are extremely elegant, carefully completing each task, and the canopy boat in front of the window is ready to go at any time. When the women of the family were tired, they looked up at the quiet time, and the sun in the south was not as strong as in the north, and it pierced people's eyes. In Gangnam, the sun gives people a warm feeling. Although the sun at noon was stronger than in the morning, it still did not show the slightest impetuousness, but it seemed that Jiangnan was more peaceful and warm.

Compared with Wuzhen, there is no bleakness of autumn. As Chi Zijian said: "No matter how Jiangnan Wuzhen is, it is also autumn." "I am a northern girl, and I also have an authentic northern atmosphere, but I want to be a southern woman more, contaminated with a touch of tenderness, an emotion that is not found in the yellow earth. In particular, there is a woman in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River whose first dream is like a flower, which is sweet and charming. To be a southern woman, she is strong in the midst of weakness. Or perhaps, in the fool's dream......

When I woke up, it was evening.

The night was deep again, and Jiangnan was asleep. At this time, the alleys slept, the awning boats slept, the bridges slept, and the peasants slept. Only Jiangnan Merry is still there.

The evening breeze caressed the village, and the green bamboo rustled. Qin Shaoyou's "Tasha Xing" said: "The open-air platform is returned to the maze." "The smoke rises again, and together with the twilight, it slowly covers the sunset, floods the building, ushers in the moonlight, and intoxicates how many literati and artists. The windows in front of the shop were hung with flaming lanterns, reflecting everyone's faces, the lights were sprinkled on the river surface and the reflection of the moon became brighter and brighter, like a mirror of dressing; Like a hairpin that pierces the ends of a woman's hair; Like an ice sculpture carved by the Northeast Han

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