Kyoto, at the foot of the Son of Heaven.

It's autumn, the air is refreshing and clean, and the leaves are flying.

The starling in the birdcage was full of wings, constantly jumping on the wooden pole, it tilted its neck and pecked a few grains of grain and rice to swallow, and then flew in the cage a few times, and finally stood quietly on the wooden pole and stared at the young man reading a book not far away.

This is a quadrangle, there is a sycamore tree planted in the courtyard, the sycamore leaves look a yellow from afar, a green, uneven, sometimes the fallen leaves fall into the yard with the wind, the sycamore leaves all over the ground seem to lay a golden carpet.

The young man sat on a chaise longue in the center of the courtyard under the plane tree, beside him a tea table, on which was a pot of boiled red robes, and the fragrance of tea rose from the purple sand teacup with white mist.

The tea stalk was erected in the tea, and with the autumn wind blowing in from outside the courtyard, it slowly rippled, and I only felt that the courtyard was full of the fragrance of tea.

The young man looked at a book bound with one hand, took a teacup in front of his mouth with the other hand and took a sip, and after noticing that the tea was not hot, he took a small sip, tasted the fragrance of the tea and put the teacup down.

By the noon sun, the blue cover of the book with gold thread outlined with the word "Tao Jing" looks shining, the book is antique but the lower right corner of the signature [Kyoto Third Publishing House] but the artistic conception is destroyed, if you open the last page of this Tao Sutra, you can also see the red seal of Xinhua Bookstore.

He bought this book from Xinhua Bookstore three days ago, and the shopkeeper recommended that it was a limited edition for the 10th anniversary, with a 20% discount, and it cost him 32 yuan and 5 cents.

He has seen a lot of tricks in the store that rise first and then fall, and he doesn't say whether he makes money or loses, but now it seems that after buying this Taoist scripture and studying it for three days, some of the gains he got are still worth the money for that meal.

The young man's name is Lin Qiudao, and his father who named him was a literati, Lin Qiudao was born in the late autumn, and it happened that his father was studying Taoist doctrine at that time, and the concise name of Qiudao came from this.

The Taoist scripture turned another page, and the sycamore in the courtyard Xu Xu fell a half-gold and half-green leaf, which happened to fall in the gap between the pages, blocking Lin Qiudao's line of sight from reading, causing him to look up thoughtfully at the old sycamore tree that had been planted in this yard since childhood.

"The phoenix soars in a thousand miles, not a Wu does not perch; ”

The ancients often associated the sycamore with the phoenix with auspicious signs, so the ancient Yin Shi family also often planted sycamore in the yard, Lin Qiudao's father liked this artistic conception very much, so there was this moment in the courtyard of the old sycamore tree.

It is already late autumn and early winter, and it stands to reason that the leaves of the sycamore trees should have turned golden in large areas, but now nearly half of the sycamore leaves are full of vitality and turquoise.

In addition to feeling the prosperity of gold, the whole sycamore tree swept away at a glance, but it actually gave birth to a sense of life in the spring of dead wood, and in this season, people can't help but feel a wonderful sense of drop.

It seems that after late autumn, it is not winter that is coming, but the beginning of spring, which is full of vitality.

"Is it a change that has been hotly discussed recently......" Lin Qiudao looked up at the sycamore tree and thought for a while, and then closed the Dao Sutra in his hand, and the half-colored sycamore leaves also became a bookmark, recording his reading path.

Lin Qiudao sat up from the recliner, reached out and picked up the remote control on the tea table, and pressed the button on the open door of the room, and the LCD TV on the wall of the house flickered and turned on.

As soon as it is opened, it is a financial channel, which used to be a program where old experts discussed stock trends, but now the prime time is an unprecedented broadcast of real-time news.

Lin Qiudao got his health on weekdays, and his eyesight was 2.0 in the physical examination last month, which was excellent, so he simply turned up the volume of the TV to the maximum, and the whole person sat in the courtyard and watched the news on the TV in a daze.

The beautiful reporter in the news held the microphone with a serious expression, and kept directing a huge ancient tree behind her to the camera.

The ancient tree was taller than any of the trees known today.

However, the towering trees alone cannot attract people's attention, and in the primeval forest, such large trees abound, and they can only sigh at the magnificence of nature, but they will not waste precious time predicting the rise of stocks on appreciating the beauty of nature.

But this tree is different in a bustling city, this tree was originally a ginkgo tree on the sidewalk, but overnight it grew into a towering tree that was shoulder-high with the building. After taking samples and studying them, the scientists concluded that the essence of the tree is still ginkgo biloba and has not changed.

The wind blows, the towering ginkgo trees that are side by side with the building are rustling, there are countless ginkgo biloba leaves falling from the sky and flying all over the city in the autumn wind, a large number of fallen leaves drift on the Xianghe River around the city, and the river is dressed in a golden new dress with the flow of water.

The so-called anomaly is not just a ginkgo tree that towers overnight, but some strange things have happened around the world in the past month.

For example, the roar of unknown creatures in the nearby Changbai Mountains, as well as the huge footprints around Shennongjia, after the research of relevant experts, the roar of the Changbai Mountains is consistent with the historical dinosaurs, and the footprints of Shennongjia are 90% matched with the prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex!

In addition, there have been all kinds of strange changes in various parts of the country, such as the earth-shattering sound of fighting at night in the terracotta warrior pit, the mice bigger than the buffalo in the experimental base, and the old man in the twilight who has rejuvenated overnight......

Not only at home, but also abroad, the Easter statues have become abnormally larger, the Somali Sea has frequently seen traces of ghost ships, the Vatican has heard an ethereal prayer like an angel at night, and the fog of the mysterious triangle is fading, but all planes passing through it have lost contact......

In the last month, various anomalies have been perceived on the Internet as a precursor to the end of the world, with the curve of violence rising, the panic of the populace and the country's military to suppress the rebellion......

Everything seems to be about to happen to something.

Sensitive people seem to smell that a great world is about to begin.

Lin Qiudao's mobile phone screen on the tea table suddenly lit up, and an unread text message was displayed on the screen, and the word "Song Jiang" was displayed in the column of the letter.

[Class reunion, of course come, where?]

This is the content of the text message, very brief, and on the top of the text message is the text message sent by Lin Qiudao in the morning: [Class reunion, are you going?]

Lin Qiudao picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the content of the text message, but a few short words made his eyes shine with a strange light, and he thought for a while before replying:

[Fengxuan Pavilion, half past nine in the evening, don't be late. 】

A few minutes later, the phone shook and received a new text message replying:

[Received.] 】

Lin Qiudao put the mobile phone in his pocket after catching a glimpse, and he raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist with some paint peeling, although it was a little worn, but the time was very accurate, plus this watch had some special meaning for him, even if there was a mobile phone as a time reminder, he was reluctant to replace it, and he wore it on his hand all year round.

Lin Qiudao pinched the time, he felt that the time was almost up, he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, drank the fragrant tea in the teacup, and walked to the gate of the courtyard, the noisy voice of the hostess on the TV seemed to have nothing to do with him at all.

No matter what the world becomes, he only hopes that he can attend the evening reunion on time before the sky falls, and it is best to have time to drink another cup of tea and read a few pages of books when he comes back.

If you take the drunken Yin once recited, "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan." "For the standard to put in today's society to find people, I'm afraid that's what he's talking about