At that time, the place of Manjuelong was also one of the origins of the world-famous Longjing tea, and the scenery did not have to be said, it was definitely a picturesque and beautiful landscape. It's just that it's winter, and the new tea is far from being on the market, so there are almost no tourists, and it seems particularly quiet.

Starting from Siyanjing, walk along the winding mountain path to the north peak, and after about two or three kilometers, you will enter the hinterland of Manjuelong. Every autumn, it will be full of osmanthus flowers, and the flowers will fall like rain, and the fragrance will be filled. It's a pity that it's the cold winter season, and there is neither tea nor cinnamon, only a melancholy scene of withered plants and trees.

Walking on this mountain road, my biggest feeling is that the Manjuelong at this time is too different from the later generations. There are few homes along the mountain road, which seems desolate and lonely, and in the 21st century, it is dotted with all kinds of tea estates and farmhouses, and every inch of land will be commercialized.

Guo Ming told me that the specific address of the meeting was No. 108 Manjuelong, which is said to be more than 100 meters west of Shiwudong. I haven't been to this place for almost a decade (backwards from 2009). Because I know that every time there is a moment when the fragrance of tea or the fragrance of cinnamon is permeated, it must also be a time when tourists are weaving, I hate this kind of scene of "no scenery but only people", so I have never been too lazy to taste tea and appreciate cinnamon. Perhaps, I naturally hate crowded places, and I often reflect on whether I have a sense of loneliness in my bones.

Li Yun and I walked arm in arm, the warm sunlight shining on our shoulders through the tips of the trees, and we felt very happy. Li Yun has never been here, and I introduced the scenery here along the way, of course, with my memory.

Li Yun heard that it was autumn here, and osmanthus flowers were blooming everywhere on the whole road, and the fragrance was overflowing, so she said with infinite fascination: "Wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, let's come here again to watch the moon and enjoy the laurels, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, and said, "Enjoying the moon, laurels, and colorful clouds is a wonderful artistic conception." ”

Li Yun smiled shyly. I said again: "By the way, do you remember that Yan Jidao once had a poem, called that the bright moon was there at that time, and the clouds returned." ”

Li Yun silently recited: "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I once returned according to the clouds. It's very good, this poem is really well written, I only knew that there was a folk music called Caiyungui, and it turned out that this name came from an ancient poem. ”

I smiled and said, "Yan Jidao is a confused swinger, amorous and sensitive, so he can write such poems." Well, how to say it, whether it is by the standards of the Song Dynasty or the current standards, this person is a guy with no ambitions. ”

Li Yun looked at me meaningfully and said, "You mean, just like you?"

I said, "I'm like him in my confusion, but I'm not as good as him in learning." ”

Li Yun lowered her head and whispered: "Actually, I think you are very talented, it's true, I really think you have a very unique talent." To be honest, I don't love literature as much as you think, and it's only because I like you that I took out some very bad travelogue prose to join some literary clubs. ”

Li Yun raised her head and said: "I don't want to lie to you, from my heart I don't like literature as much as I look on the outside, but because you really like literature, I try to make a look like I like literature." Are you going to blame me?"

I touched her head and said, "Xiao Yun, don't think nonsense, how do you know that I really like literature?" I don't think there's anything to be proud of, just another kind of vanity, to write a few bad poems, and then claim to be a poet. ”

Li Yun suddenly stopped, took my hand, looked at me and said seriously: "You just said, another kind of vanity? You don't really like literature? So, what do you like about me? What do you like about me? Why do you like me? ”

Li Yun's question made me look very embarrassed at that moment. I stayed there for a long time and couldn't speak, we just stood opposite each other, under the winter sun and cold wind.

But Li Yun still stubbornly waited for my answer, standing there motionless.

I finally said, "I like your innocence. ”

Li Yun smiled and said thank you. Then she regained her joy and took me by the hand and walked forward.

After a while, we have walked through the stone house cave, and there will still be some incense here in later generations, and there will always be some ordinary people who will put some incense in the cave to worship the unknown gods, and now there are only three or four old people playing chess at the entrance of the cave.

I looked on both sides of the road, and I remember Guo Ming telling me that there was a small courtyard where we met, and there was a two-story building inside, and there was a wooden sign hanging on the outside, which read "Author's House".

I said I didn't see it, how can there be an author's house?

Li Yun walked in front of the old man playing chess, and politely asked the old man, the beautiful girl also has a strong power in front of the old man in his seventies and eighties, the old men talked and inquired with each other, and finally figured out, there is indeed a two-story small house in front of it, but I didn't see any sign at the gate of the courtyard.

In any case, I've come here, so I can't let go of the two-story building.

We continued to walk forward, and soon saw that there was a small courtyard on the left side of the road, which looked similar to an ordinary farm yard, and there were three huge ginkgo trees planted in the yard.

There is really no sign at the door, not even a house number, and it is impossible to confirm whether it is No. 108. In appearance, it is really no different from a farmer, and the two-story house is also very ordinary, and the walls are covered with creepers, although it is winter, it is still intertwined and dense, giving this small building a mysterious sense of tranquility.

We saw that the big iron gate of the courtyard was open, and there was no shadow in sight, and we were a little suspicious, so I called out twice outside the door: "Guo Ming! Qian Haiping!"

No one answered, and everything was quiet.

So we boldly went into the yard, and saw the three big ginkgo trees lined up in the yard, under the tree there was a rattan table in the center, and there were four rattan chairs around the table, and there was even a bird cage hanging on the fork of the tree closest to the table, and there was a swarthy bird in the bird cage, maybe it was a starling, like a wooden "bird", dozing off.

The sunlight spreads right on the open space with this table as the core, like the spotlight of the stage, making the rattan table and the surrounding rattan chairs exude a warm allure.

I shouted again: "Qian Haiping! Director Qian! ”

Still didn't get a response, Li Yun pulled my arm and said, did we go wrong? Don't go out into someone's yard.

I hesitated, turned around and walked outside, trying to look outside the yard to see if there was still a house number hidden in some corner that we had overlooked.

Just as we were about to walk out of the yard, we suddenly heard the sound of car horns from the mountain road.