In front of the city gate, there were more than 30 people in line, so they had to stand at the end and wait.

Looking up at the top of the city gate, where are two big characters carved, Chang'an.

Meng Chen sighed with emotion, once upon a time, he was like all the literati in the world, full of passion for this thousand-year-old city that symbolized the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

"If you want food, do you want to go into the city? If you want to enter, don't stand there stupidly, hurry up and be interrogated. “

Meng Chen sighed and sighed, a rough voice broke his emotion, and when he looked back, he didn't find anyone asking for food.

"Don't look at it, it's you. Scar Commander stretched out his hand to Meng Chen's clothes full of small holes and messy black hair, and said in disgust: "Let's not say that everyone here has entered the city, even if there is not, do you think there are people who are more like people who ask for food than you?"

Meng Chen was speechless, but he didn't dislike what Scar Commander had just called. If he sees someone who is wearing like this at the moment, he will also think that the other person is the one who asks for food.

The second is such a reckless martial artist like Scar Commander, Meng Chen didn't bother to explain to him, and swept over this person with his divine sense, and he didn't feel strange.

Meng Chen is not only unfamiliar with Scar Commander, but also extremely impressed.

Because every time he came to the imperial examination in the past, this person would comfort him, saying that Meng Gongzi had failed several times, you are not the material for the imperial examination, hurry up and go home and farm.

When Meng Chen heard these words, he was speechless. There is no way to explain it, after all, it is also a fact that he frequently falls off the list.

At this time, a few years have passed, and Commander Scar is still doing the errand of guarding the door, he is in a very good mood, and he secretly said in his heart: A person like you who has eyes and no beads is only worthy of doing the job of guarding the door for the rest of his life.

Meng Chen came to him, and the Scar Commander wanted to say: You need an identity certificate to enter the city, but before the words could be spoken, Meng Chen took out a small vermilion book from his arms and handed it to his calloused hand.

This small book is Meng Chen's identity certificate, which not only has the seal of the Jiangling Mansion, but also records that he has failed the imperial examination three times, and it is from this that the Scar Commander knows that he is a scholar who has repeatedly failed the list.

The Scar Commander took the small book, and inadvertently saw Meng Chen's white palm, and said in surprise: "It turns out that you are not the one who asks for food?"

Meng Chen's face was unhappy, this person was not good at checking, and he was talking nonsense as before, in order not to be delayed by this person to enter the city, he replied: "No, I am dressed like this, because I met a thief a few days ago." “

"That's right. Scar Commander nodded, opened the small book, and slowly looked at it, as he looked at each line, his face would become extremely strange, and when he saw that he had fallen off the list three times, he raised his head and said excitedly: "Are you the Meng Gongzi who has failed the list three times?"

Meng Chen's head boomed, three times falling off the list was the biggest shame in his life, he didn't know what the relationship with this person was in his previous life, he would be so impressed by him, every time he came, he would uncover the scars of his failure.

"Meng Gongzi, what are you talking about?" Commander Scar seemed to see an old friend who he hadn't seen for a few years, and said excitedly while reaching out to peel off the messy hair in front of Meng Chen's eyes. "Meng Gongzi, I really admire you, you have failed the list three times, how can you still have the courage to come to Chang'an to continue the imperial examination? However, it is not the right time for you to come, the imperial examination is held every two years in the Tang Dynasty, and it will not be ...... until next year. “

Meng Chen's ears rang with a roar, and he quickly interrupted Scar's words and said, "Hurry up, after I enter the city, I still have important things to do." “

The Scar Commander squinted at Meng Chen's dirty and torn clothes, and said in disgust: "I'm also the one who has witnessed you fall off the list many times, and the two of us are also old friends, so I'll be exempt, I believe you." “

Leave.

The corners of Meng Chen's mouth twitched, and after clenching his fists, he snatched the small book in the hand of the Scar Commander and walked quickly into the city.

He was really afraid that if this person was mentioning the matter of falling off the list, he would commit the taboo of the cultivation realm and do that kind of thing to torture and kill mortals.

"Meng Gongzi, don't leave yet, tell me how many times you have to fall off the list before you stop?"

"Meng Gongzi, shouldn't you be the one who has failed the list the most times in the Tang Dynasty and can continue to insist on the imperial examination, right?"

"I really admire you, Meng Gongzi, in order to save money for the imperial examination, your clothes are torn like this, and you are reluctant to change into a new one. “

Hearing the chatter of the Scar Commander behind him, if Meng Chen was not worried that this person's life was too fragile, he really wanted to raise his hand and throw a ball of flame to let this person know that there was too much nonsense, but he would pay a heavy price.

"Calm, calm. Although this person is cheap, there is no need for me to be angry with him. Meng Chen patted his chest lightly, and in order to be less stimulated, he quickened his pace and walked towards the city.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night in Chang'an City, the excitement of this night, can be said to be only the end of the next year Chinese New Year's Eve.

Meng Chen was standing on the street of "Changmin Street" at this time, and when he heard people coming and going, greeting each other, he knew that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He is a person who has no relatives and friends, so naturally he has no habit of celebrating festivals, and he is more lonely in his heart for such an active atmosphere of these people.

Meng Chen clearly remembers that during the Spring Festival when he was nine years old, other people's families were full of banquets, and the family was happy. But he could only carry a wooden bench and sit alone under the eaves of the Meng Mansion where he had just finished the funeral for his parents, looking up at the fireworks blooming in the snowy night sky.

Since that day, at the age of nine, he has never deliberately been there, or remembered any holidays, even if it was his birthday.

Meng Chen chose to come to Changmin Street because he knew that at the end of this street, there was a money village called Dadetong, followed by Chang'an City, which has hundreds of streets, and he was only familiar with it.

Under the full moon, on the long street. In front of the shops on both sides, lanterns with autumn characters written on them are hung, and the light that illuminates the streets in the autumn breeze shines.

As Meng Chen walked into the center of the long street, there were countless people of all kinds on the entire street, and there was no end to it as far as the eye could see.

The hawkers shouted loudly, the crowd cheered excitedly, and the smell of delicious food in the restaurant filled the entire long street.

Meng Chen, dressed in tatters, walking on the bustling long street, naturally attracted the disgusting gazes in the eyes of the people passing by him.

Although they didn't say anything, Meng Chen still saw that they wanted to say: You are a person who wants food, why don't you find a corner to kick the street, wait for a good Samaritan to reward you with a few copper plates, buy breakfast tomorrow morning, and squeeze into the crowd to do something?

Meng Chen ignored these gazes, firstly, he was not a person who asked for food, and secondly, he turned around and changed into clean clothes, tidied up his messy hair, and restored himself to his previous handsome appearance, who knew that he was so embarrassed at the moment?

"Sugar, sugar gourd. “

Meng Chen was originally walking silently in the crowd, and when he heard these four words, his footsteps paused.

I saw a woman in front of him with her back to him, holding a four-year-old child with both hands, the child was lying on the woman's shoulder, holding a string of sugar gourds with unpeeled oil paper in her right hand, and smirked at Meng Chen.

Meng Chen's messy face also showed a smile, but not at the child, but at the string of sugar gourds in his hand.

At this time, a warm picture appeared in Meng Chen's mind, it was an evening when dusk fell in Jiangling City.

The woman took the young man's hand and walked on the Jiangling stone bridge, at the head of the bridge stood an old man selling sugar gourds, the woman looked down at her son, and said softly: "Chen'er, do you want to eat sugar gourds today?"

"Mother, is it good to buy two bunches. “

The woman gently rubbed the young man's head, nodded and said, "Chen'er is good, my mother will come when she goes." “

When the two walked across the stone bridge, the young man was full of joy, and there were two more strings of sugar gourds in his hands, and that day, the dusk was very beautiful, and the woman was also beautiful, and the young man was eight years old, but since then, there has been no woman who will buy sugar gourds for him every time he passes by the stone bridge.

Meng Chen inadvertently peeled off the messy hair that covered his face, covered the corners of his mouth with both hands, and made a grimace.

The child in front of him was not only not afraid, but actually pointed at Meng Chen with his left hand, and wiped his neck with his right hand holding the sugar gourd, making a move to kill.

Meng Chen chuckled, he didn't expect that the child was not big in childhood, but his courage was not small, so he was relieved to speed up his pace and come to the child.

When the child saw Meng Chen coming, he shook his head, his hands kept rising and falling, and he was excited to the extreme, but the excitement didn't last long, so he let out a wow, and cried.

"Son, what's ....... “

When the woman heard the crying, she hurriedly put the child down, looked east and west, and finally saw that the child was safe and sound, and said softly, "Son, why are you crying if you have nothing to do?"

The child snorted, cried, and whimpered: "Mother, mother, sugar, sugar gourd." “

The woman looked down at the child's empty hands and yelled at the crowd of onlookers. "The one who killed a thousand knives, even robbed the children's sugar gourd, you haven't eaten a sugar gourd in your life?"

The crowd around them was agitated, proving to each other: it's not me, it's not me.

But no one noticed that there was an extra tael in the belly pocket of the child's arms, which was enough to buy ten strings of silver for sugar gourds.

In the same way, no one will find the young man walking in the street lamplight, ragged and black-haired. has already put the last sugar gourd in his mouth.

The sweet and sour feeling spread in his mouth, this taste was not much different from what his mother bought for him when he was a teenager, Meng Chen swallowed it slowly, and his face was already in tears.