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There are many large and small lakes in this magical country, but there are only five of the largest, and West Lake is one of them. West Lake is not only rich in tea, spices and silk, but also rich in beautiful women. Of course, although there are many beauties, they still can't be compared with that fairy realm, after all, there is still a difference between beauties and fairies. On the street, if you shout "beauty", ten out of ten women will immediately turn around and say, "What's the matter?", and then seven or eight times out of ten women will make you feel the urge to defend yourself. But if you meet a fairy on the street, what will you shout? Will you still shout? Who is more salivating between you and your little friends?

Therefore, although the West Lake is as beautiful as a cloud, it is said that only two fairies have come, so they left a legend, prospered the economy, became popular with a second-rate novel author, and gave rise to an academic school. For this reason, West Lake is also faintly more famous than its long-standing competitors. And the city that is fortunate enough to have this beautiful lake called West Lake, called... Remaining.

Yes, every surplus. The name of this city is Fengyu!

(Who told you that this West Lake is that West Lake? Who told you that this city must be called Hangzhou? Who told you that that magical country is where you grew up? Who can tell you that your world is someone else's world?)

When you hear the word Fengyu, you must smile lightly.

Of course, the word "Fengyu" comes from the eternal swan song "Qinyuan Spring - Ascending the Tower in the Rain"

Where does Su'e come from, such as smoke is hard to find, even Lang (liang) garden tour,

Ask last year, on this night, in Yu Guiling,

The year before last and tonight, see Zi 菟裘 (tuqiu)

What is the dust, and the weariness of man,

The old toad of the rabbit shrank his head,

It should be cherished, and it should be met after the phase, and it will be waiting for the coming autumn

Hugh

Mo Wu Liangzhou

Aunt Qingfeng doesn't protect each other

The song is in vain, the ice wheel goes east, the cup is in love, and the silver and Han flow west

Laughing at the apocalypse, dare to go to the secluded, drunk and lying on the twelfth floor of the bead curtain

Huban leaves, and with raw (lei) ancient, can you start over

This ancient poem comes from that legend and is very famous, and it is said that Xiaobai will be moved when he hears it, although he may not understand it at all. As a result, Fengyu became the name of the city. And this city has also become a holy place for infatuated men and women, the first choice for childhood sweethearts to be martyred, all kinds of escapees and elopements will be here, and extramarital love is the leading one. Well, if you've read the novel Once Upon a Time on Earth, you'll remember that there was a city called... Paris. It is said that the prototype of the romantic city of Paris originated from Fengyu. Fengyu (met me), what a romantic name. In today's words, "You're going to soak me!" ......

Fengyu City is the capital of Xiliang Prefecture. The name Xiliangzhou naturally comes from that Xiliang Mountain. The ancient temple on the main peak of Xiliang Mountain is another tourist attraction in Fengyu City in addition to West Lake. The fragrance is constantly hazy all day long, and the bells are heard.

As a tourist destination, the West Lake Scenic Area is undoubtedly one of the most densely populated areas in this city of more than 8 million people. There are rivers and lakes, there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the West Lake Scenic Area is naturally full of practitioners in various traditional industries. Fortune tellers are one of the indispensable new forces. Although there are not so many reinforcement camps as some people say, as long as you pay attention to look for them, you can see a few Dao Bone Immortal Wind at any time. Therefore, when Zhuang Zhilan saw the old man who looked like a retired teacher standing by the lake with a piece of paper at his feet and "fortune telling" written on it, he should have turned a blind eye to it. However, I don't know why, today's Zhuang Zhilan seemed to be summoned by some magic, and walked over like that.

The fortune teller is very unprofessional, at least he should have a goatee and wear a retro dress. Dressed like him to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, even if he is mixed in the group of aunts who exercise in the morning, he looks a little nondescript. However, the old man's smiling face makes people wonder if he would molest a junior high school girl or something when he was a teacher.

At that time, Zhuang Zhilan and Si Xunhuan had just experienced that great joy and sorrow, and it was already noon, and they wanted to hurry back to Qingyang Road to have a good meal and drink some old wine to suppress their surprise. But the road was a little blocked, and they caught up with a car accident, and the Parmit that had been dangling in front of them after overtaking them hit the Dodge that was driving sideways, at that speed... Xun Huan scolded, "I'm in a hurry to be reincarnated!"

"What's the matter, change places?" asked Xun Huan. Police cars and ambulances have already driven by, but it seems that the traffic jam caused by this car accident is not something that can be solved by one or two.

"The old place by the lake," Arashi suggested.

"Let's go, you", the Hummer made a quick gesture, then turned right and drove towards the lake.

By the time we got to the lake, it was almost two o'clock. It is very inconvenient to park at this time, and there is no parking space on the ground. Xun Huan's Hummer butt is relatively large, and he stopped casually for fear of being closely touched by other cars from behind, so he went down the basement one by one. As the lane descends, the walls on both sides can be seen to be rubbed by various vehicles;"This is the mark left by BMW, that one is left by Dodge, hey... This one is a Mercedes, that one is....van. Xun Huan muttered as he drove away....Zhilan finally couldn't bear the pain: "Can you shut up?!"

Xun Huan disdainfully "Hey, don't say this, I just know." ”

Zhilan didn't bother to compete with him, "It's as if you drove your own car and crashed out one by one...". Xun Huan smirked....

After parking the car, the two of them left the parking lot and went straight to the old place. Because of the distance of the park, and he had to walk for a while, Xun Huan took out Yunhe, handed Zhuang Zhilan one, and watched his cigarette burn. He turned sideways and began to light the cigarette, and when he took a deep breath and turned his head, he found that Zhuang Zhilan was gone....Zhuang Zhilan was asking a lewd retired teacher for advice...."You tell fortunes?"

The old man looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, "Yes"

"Then you will give me a hexagram?"

"Do you want to do the math again?" the old man still smiled.

"I rarely tell divination. Zhilan was telling the truth.

"You'll come to me again," said the old man.

"What?"

"You had a car accident on the way here, you and your friend parked in Zone B2, D, and you were going to have dinner at the Pavilion. The old man began to magic sticks.

"Taoist priest?... Monk?... Priest?... Thank you"

"Is there any difference?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking. ”

"It's time for me to ask," the old man turned offense into defense.

"You ask",

"The Taoist... Monk... Priest... Do they have anything in common?",

“... You say",

"Behind the heads of their gods, behind the heads of all gods, there is an aura....",

...."So what?" Zhilan felt a little cold, it was already early autumn.

"Let's go to the Qiu Pavilion for dinner, choose Agarwood Residence, order 30-year-old flower carvings, and..."

"What's wrong?" Xun Huan walked over.

"It's okay... Let's go" Zhilan glanced at the old man and pulled Xun Huan to leave quickly.

"Our car is parked in areas B2 and D?" Zhilan asked as she walked.

"yes, what's wrong?",

"It's okay, let's go eat. ”

The old place where Zhilan and Xun Huan eat is a famous place by the West Lake, called the Qiu Pavilion...."Welcome" The welcome in retro clothes is as good as ever, indifferent and enthusiastic.

"Go to the private room, Agarwood House" Zhilan said indifferently... Then somehow he remembered an ancient poem:

"He who departs from me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday. Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

The sky is thousands of miles away to send autumn geese, and you can be a tall building. ”