The lights on the streets are like dragons, and the moonlight in the sky is like water.

On the night of October 12 in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and fell asleep, entered the house by moonlight, and set off happily. Those who have nothing to do with pleasure go to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin also did not sleep, walking with each other in the atrium. The water under the courtyard is empty, and the algae in the water are crisscrossed, and the shadow of the bamboo and cypress is also covered. Where is there no moon in the night? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But there are few idlers like the ears of the two of us. ”

Liu Changan left the KTV and saw Bai Wei standing under the street lamp from a distance, the shadow dragged on for a long time, Qian Ning and Lu Yuan were helpless on the side, and they didn't know what they were saying to comfort Bai Wei.

Liu Changan put his hands in his pockets, laughed, looked up at the moon in the sky and walked home.

Before the invention of computers and mobile phones, there seemed to be little difference between ancient and modern entertainment life, drinking and prostitutes, gladiatorial chess and cards, camping and traveling, reading books and tasting flowers, looking at spring, summer, autumn, winter, and the four seasons have their own good pleasures.

Turn off the lights to save fuel and have children.

Just think about it carefully, in the days of a long, long time ago, people seemed to pay more attention to the intersection of spiritual feelings, rather than just gathering people for fun, just like Su Shi saw the beautiful moon, so he dressed and went to Zhang Huaimin, the important thing is to have a long conversation under the moon.

Su Shi is a person who is very good at chanting the moon, he will not only write the Tiangong Moon in "Water Tune Song Head", but also write the human moon in "Ji Chengtian Temple Night Tour", but it is generally cold and clean, empty and clear.

Liu Changan stepped on the moonlight, but still felt that the mobile phone and computer were very interesting, so he picked up the mobile phone and saw a WeChat.

"The moonlight tonight is beautiful, I'm walking with my mother, and we're discussing Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". ”

"Just right, I remembered Su Shi's "Night Tour of Ji Chengtian Temple". It's just that you are obviously two people, but what you are discussing is the night that Zhu Ziqing appreciates alone, and I am only one person, but I am reading Su Shi and Zhang Huaimin's Mingyue. ”

"Hehe, because there's a lotus pond downstairs. Mom said that the people who still look up to admire the moon are either lonely people or people with a strong state of mind, and they still know how to settle down in the flashy world and return to the basics. What kind of person are you?"

"Lonely people. ”

"How come? I feel that you can speak well, see and hear, such a person should have a lot of friends, many girls like it, how can you be lonely?"

"If your mother knows, what kind of person is she?"

She ...... She said she was alone. ”

“......”

“......”

When Liu Changan returned home, he felt a little hungry, and the second pot head of liquor and the tail of the fish were just rough and satisfying appetites, and he still had to eat something more to satisfy his stomach.

There are still some taro at home, which was given by Mrs. Liu, who played cards that time, Mrs. Liu owed Liu Changan five yuan, and later she took some taro she planted and said that she would give it to Liu Changan, but she didn't mention the matter of returning him five yuan, Liu Changan naturally understood, they were all old neighbors.

Taro can be used as a soup, can also be used instead of grain to make starch, in ancient times, the army often prepared taro as a reserve or to help the famine when boiling porridge to help the victims, Liu Changan simmered the taro, added the fat cabbage heart and boiled, added a little soy sauce, the taste is sweet but can be full.

I came back much more than usual today, Liu Changan came to the mahjong parlor with a bowl and went around, only the last table of old men and old ladies was insisting, Liu Changan looked at it, and helped the old lady Liu of the family to replace her hand and was driven away without Hu Yu.

Liu Changan passed by the van, hesitated, took out the key and entered the cargo compartment again, gently put the bowl on top of the coffin lid, and looked at the coffin that made people care about it in a daze.

There are really few people and things that can make Liu Changan care, but in such a deep night, there is only an unknown howling sound in the distance outside the carriage, the dark coffin hue in front of him, deep and trance-like drifting with brilliance, the bright traces seem to come alive like a projection, and the bizarre picture is soul-staggering on the eye mask, Liu Changan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, picked up the bowl and left the carriage.

The trance-like feeling disappeared in an instant, and when I looked back, it seemed that the coffin was just a dead thing, no different from the ones lying in the museum, only the magnetic field of history remained.

Tomorrow is a holiday, go to the museum to see, Liu Changan washed the dishes and chopsticks and did housework, it is impossible to review on holidays, you can only lie down and read a book, or go out to hang out like this, so as not to waste the meaning of the holiday.

Before falling asleep, Liu Changan looked at the moon in the west for the last time, the front of the house seemed to be empty and empty, and the algae in the water were crisscrossed, not the shadow of the bamboo and cypress, but the huge plane tree did not know when it began.

When he woke up in the morning, Liu Changan scraped off the white rice pot that had been fried and roasted overnight from the pressure cooker, and the thin paper-thin pot was fried with oil and fried again, and it was considered breakfast with a little sugar, which is called Baiyunpian in Jinling.

Liu Changan didn't make it fine, but it tasted good, took a bag of soy milk at the door of the room and drank it, and saw that the old people who got up early for a walk were gathering under the plane tree to discuss.

This sycamore tree actually lost more leaves than last night, Mrs. Liu very scientifically concluded that the sycamore tree is sick and needs injections, she saw the trees on the streets of the capital when she was at BJ's son's house for the New Year.

Old man Qian objected, because now is not the time for the New Year, it is winter, it is summer, and the sycamore tree is just changing its leaves.

Everyone expressed their opinions, and finally found Liu Changan, because he was reading and learning the knowledge of the new era, and he could give a more scientific explanation.

"It may be that there is some treasure buried under the plane tree that can absorb the essence of the creatures of heaven and earth. Liu Changan thought about it and said with certainty, "There is a record in Li Daoren's diary of tomb robbing...... Well, that book is called "The Book of Instruments". ”

Liu Chang'an's explanation is very unscientific, but it has caused a new round of discussion peak, and no one has said that he wants a new era, and the discussion on this feudal superstition is more enthusiastic.

"Before liberation, it was a cemetery, and the last time I planted vegetables, I dug up a bone. ”

"That's a drop on a pig's brain!

"You guys are young, haven't you heard of Huang Fengping's earth dragon absorbing water and spitting pearl......s? In 1966, the beads that the dragon spit out fell here...... Yes, I remember the location clearly, it was under this plane tree. ”

After chatting for a while, the old people were called back to breakfast by their wives at home, Liu Changan glanced back at the truck, then changed into a pair of trousers and shirts, clean flat cloth shoes, and walked neatly to the museum like young students thirty or forty years ago.