Liang Nanshan has been working hard to reinterpret his name, because when his father gave him this name, he didn't know what it meant to "see Nanshan leisurely".

He also owes such a transcendent name to the fact that his hometown is located on a small hill called Nanshan. He came to this place through that thing called the college entrance examination. I went to an ordinary university and found an ordinary job after graduation.

Liang Nanshan was struggling to modify the program in front of the computer, when his mailbox prompted a new email.

He didn't actually plan to read it, after all, he couldn't finish reading those advertising emails. However, he hesitated for a long time to open it and take a look. He didn't realize it was an email that had brought about a change, and it wasn't until years later that he realized it wasn't just him, it was a lot more.

The email was sent by a unit named "Huangliang Ancient Town External Propaganda Office", "Huangliang Ancient Town, and this ancient town?" Liang Nanshan said to himself.

The content of the email is very simple, to the effect that if you are interested in Huangliang Ancient Town, you can send the reason for your application to the mailbox of the publicity office. "Really, who would be interested in a town that has never heard of before. Liang Nanshan casually put it in the garbage mailbox.

In fact, there is a link in the email, and the email says that the link opens the page with some information about the town.

He's not afraid that the link has some viruses, after all, ordinary Trojan horses or anything are a piece of cake. But why bother looking for something to do? It's better to change the procedure.

By the end of dark, I still didn't get the whole procedure as expected, and returned to the rented room. Liang Nanshan was bored and remembered the email he received in the afternoon, so he opened it to take a look, and this time he opened the link.

Liang Nanshan was shocked by those pictures, it is definitely not an exaggeration to describe them as picturesque, and they are definitely ancient poems and paintings.

There are three in total, a mountain, a lake and a village. "This mountain, this water, this village seems to be a realistic version of a dream," Liang Nanshan muttered to himself.

After reading it, I filled out the application without hesitation. As for the reason, one word "ancient". After sending it, the other party replied with an email, to the effect that Liang Nanshan would wait for a few days.

During the few days of waiting, Liang Nanshan lived a monotonous but necessary life as usual, but in addition to this life, he had one more thing to look forward to.

It's like having a crush, and you're nervous and excited, but others won't know about it.

Liang Nanshan does not have a girlfriend, which is a fairly normal phenomenon in his company.

Liang Nanshan could have had a girlfriend, but he didn't. He believes in the ethereal thing of fate, and he believes that there is a person waiting in some corner of the world.

Fate is such a thing, really, God knows what's going on.

It was Sunday morning, and Liang Nanshan arched out of his quilt, which he called "chaotic with a kind of artistic beauty", and the first thing he did was not to wash his face and brush his teeth, but to turn on the computer to see if there was any email.

This is his habitual action since the day he met with an email. From the beginning of fun, it slowly became anticipation, until it became an inexplicable habit for him.

Liang Nanshan: "I went, I really didn't expect this travel company to be such a freak." Such a simple reason can be applied for. The email received was to the effect that he had been congratulated on being one of the few passers-through, and that he had been told to assemble at the given location at one o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday, and that someone from the company would take them to the ancient town. You don't have to pay anything.

Liang Nanshan: "Wednesday? I don't say how long I will go, really, it seems that I have to ask the company for an uncertain holiday." ”

Monday and Tuesday were very ordinary, but on Tuesday afternoon, Liang Nanshan handed in the fake note. The fake note was approved smoothly, after all, he is not an indispensable person.

After work, he was thinking about what to bring with him, and he came up with a whole bunch of them.

Early the next morning, he managed to drag a few pieces of clothing under his two shallow dark circles.

The back of his departure, well, looks like a dog.

After several turns, it arrived at the designated place.

It was not a very famous place, and it was thanks to the driver that he was an "old Jianghu" to find such a beautiful place.

Looking around, there was no one, he was at the bottom of the mountain.

When he looked closely, he was suddenly shocked by the pear blossoms all over the mountain, and the flower, to be described, is "white clouds in the sky and white flowers on the ground".

A patch, full of mountains, warmer than a mountain full of snow, more intimate than a sky full of clouds.

The best thing is that there is a gust of wind passing by, and the fragrance of flowers has been drunk here.

As far as the eye can see, it is not the soul of the wind under the flower, but the vigorous and old trunk, as long as you know at a glance that the tree is old.

One was nothing, but every one he saw at the foot of the mountain would not be much younger, and some might be bigger.

I'm afraid the average age of the trees here is almost 100 years.

Liang Nanshan suddenly felt that this was a place forgotten by time, and he seemed to be immersed in the years of at least one jiazi. Just when he realized that time was not in a hurry, a question interrupted his imagination.

"You are Liang Nanshan?" Hearing this, Liang Nanshan looked around but didn't find anyone, he was really a good Tibetan in the depths of the pear blossoms.

Liang Nanshan: "Yes, I am." ”

The man: "How?"

Liang Nanshan's head suddenly grew when he heard this, "Who else will come to this side of the mountain besides me" He didn't say what he thought in his heart, he replied: "What do you want to prove?",

The man: "Reason." ”，

Liang Nanshan: "Reason?"

The man: "Yes. ”

Liang Nanshan found that if he didn't prove that he was himself, the person would not appear, to be exact, the woman.

He thought for a moment and thought, "Since he asked me if I was Liang Nanshan, it proves that he knows my name, and I just told them my name by email." Why? Knowing why, he replied, "Gu." The voice fell, but the woman did not continue to ask.

It was another gust of wind, in addition to the pear blossoms who were still smiling in the spring breeze, there was also a person, and for Liang Nanshan, it was indeed like a person who was blown out by the wind.

The man stood in front of him to the left, and behind her were old trees and new flowers.

Liang Nanshan was embarrassed to look at the person carefully, but just focused on that person. Of course, he now knew where the man was hiding, in the pear tree.

The man walked in slowly, and when he was a meter away, he stopped.

Only then did Liang Nanshan see the person coming more clearly, dressed in a white dress and a white skirt, plus a brown sun hat. To be precise, the hair shawl is casually placed in a space between the shoulders and the head.

Of course, Liang Nanshan knew, and the woman opposite was of course looking at him.

Just when she didn't know how to speak, she spoke first.

Abruptly, "Are you ready?"

Liang Nanshan checked the backpack in his hand and spoke very awkwardly. "Well, sort of, sort of, I'm ready. ”

Man: "What about your heart?"

Liang Nanshan said to himself: "My heart, my heart is not in my body anymore? ”

Just as he was puzzled and pondered, the man added, "I don't know when I will return." ”

Liang Nanshan thought to himself: "No wonder there is no given time range." ”

He asked, "Is this not up to me?"

The man: "I can't help you. ”

Liang Nanshan: "In this case, I won't go." ”

The man: "Is this the answer of your head or the answer of your heart?"

Liang Nanshan was silent, and then asked, "Is it dangerous to go there?"

The man: "If you are that person, you are not dangerous, if not, you are not dangerous." ”

Liang Nanshan didn't know what the person in his mouth meant, and he asked, "What does that person mean?"

Visitor: "I don't know. ”

Liang Nanshan didn't ask any more, because he felt that the visitor would not tell a lie, and the visitor seemed to value this trip more than him.

The visitor said, "If you disappear for a while, will there be any trouble?" He did not hesitate to answer the question, and said, "Except for the parents." ”

The visitor didn't care about his quick and easy answer, and of course he didn't care himself.

The visitor asked, "Are you ready?"

Liang Nanshan: "If you mean these by heart, I'm actually ready at any time." ”

Come: "That's good." ”

Liang Nanshan: "What should I do now?"

Coming: "Wait." ”

Liang Nanshan: "Wait, wait, who are you waiting for?"

Come: "No, wait for the person who picks us up." ”

In the process of waiting, the people who came began to hum the tune, naturally Liang Nanshan didn't understand what the humming content was, but he felt that the tune was very old and had a very sad feeling, and in the end it was dull.

There were many other meanings in it, but he couldn't tell it for a while.

I have to say that in this scene, there is a woman humming a song is probably the most harmonious and rare enjoyment.

Liang Nanshan said: "I don't know your name yet." ”

The person who came showed a sly smile as if he had seen through him, but that smile was very moving in Liang Nanshan's eyes.

He knew she wanted to say, "Me." I don't care about your kind of tricks. He felt that she knew he would understand what she meant on purpose.

A smile, you know, I understand, strangers are no longer strangers, maybe this is fate.

She thought for a moment and said, "You can call me Yin Yiyuan."

Liang Nanshan: "Which three words?"

She: "Yin of Yin Shang, reluctant to rely on, light kite to cut and plunder." "After that, the person who received him has come.