I'm really immortal

Chapter 14 Sycamore Tree

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

"On the night of October [-]th in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I took off my clothes and wanted to sleep, and the moonlight entered the house, and I set off happily. I thought that there was nothing to enjoy, so I went to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin also did not go to bed. The atrium. The pool of water under the courtyard is clear, and the water is full of algae and cypresses, covered with shadows of bamboo and cypress. Where is the night without moon? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? But there are as few idlers as the ears of the two of us.”

Liu Changan left the KTV, and saw Bai Hui standing under the street lamp from a distance, with a long shadow, Qian Ning and Lu Yuan were helpless, and they did not know what to say to comfort Bai Hui.

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 seems to be little difference between ancient and modern entertainment life. Drinking and courting prostitutes, fighting chess and cards, camping and traveling, reading and tasting flowers, looking at spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The joy of being good at it.

Turn off the lights and save fuel to have a baby.

Just thinking about it carefully, in the days long ago, people seemed to pay more attention to the intercourse of spiritual feelings, rather than just gathering people for fun, just like Su Shi saw the beautiful moon, so he dressed to find Zhang Huaimin, the important thing is Have a long talk about drinking under the moon.

Su Shi is a person who is very good at chanting the moon. He can not only write the moon in heaven in "Water Tune Getou", but also the moon in the world in "Journey to Chengtian Temple at Night", but it is generally cold, bright and clear. brightly lit.

Stepping on the moonlight, Liu Changan still felt that mobile phones and computers were fun, so he picked up the mobile phone and saw a WeChat message.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight. I am taking a walk with my mother. We are discussing Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond"."

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

"Hehe, because there is a lotus pond downstairs. My mother said that people who still look up to appreciate the moon are either lonely or strong-minded, and they still know how to settle down in the flashy world and return to basics. Are you What kind of person?"

"Lonely."

"How come? I feel that you are eloquent and knowledgeable. Such a person should have many friends, and many girls like it. How can you be lonely?"

"Since your mother understands, what kind of person is she?"

"She...she said she was lonely."

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When Liu Changan returned home, he felt a little hungry. Liquor Erguotou and fish tail were just enough to satisfy his appetite. To satisfy his stomach, he had to eat something more.

There are still some taros at home, which were given by Mrs. Liu. The old lady Liu owed Liu Changan five yuan for playing cards that time. Later, she took some taro from her own planting and said to give it to Liu Changan, but she didn’t mention paying him back the five yuan. Yes, Liu Changan naturally understands that they are old neighbors.

Taro can be used as a soup, and it can also be used as a substitute for food to make starch. In ancient times, taro was often prepared as a reserve or porridge to help victims during famine relief. Liu Changan simmered the taro, added fat and tender cabbage hearts to cook, and added some soy sauce. , sweet but filling.

Today, I came back much later than usual. Liu Changan came to the mahjong parlor with a bowl in his hand and walked around. Only the old men and women at the last table persisted. Hu Dao was driven away.

Liu Changan passed by the van, hesitated for a moment, took out the key and entered the van again, gently put the bowl on top of the coffin lid, and stared blankly at the caring coffin.

There are really very few people and things that Liu Changan can care about, but in such a deep night, the only thing that is quiet outside the carriage is the unknown whistling sound from a far distance, and the dark coffin tone in front of him is deep and trance-like, drifting with radiance The bright lines seemed to come to life like a projection, and the grotesque picture captured the soul on the eye mask. Liu Changan couldn't help feeling a little restless, picked up the bowl and left the carriage.

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

Tomorrow is the holiday, so I went to the museum. Liu Changan cleaned the dishes and did the housework. It is impossible to review during the holidays. You can only lie down and read a book, or go out for a stroll, so as not to waste the meaning of the holiday.

Before going to sleep, Liu Changan took a last look at the moon in the west. The front of the house seemed to be filled with water and the sky was clear. The water was full of algae and cypresses. It was not the shadow of bamboo and cypress, but the huge plane tree. In season, one of the branches and leaves is bare, and the branches cast intertwined shadows on the ground.

Waking up in the morning, Liu Changan scraped off the white rice crackers that had been roasted overnight from the stove’s residual heat from the pressure cooker, and fried the paper-thin rice crackers with oil, and added some sugar for breakfast. This thing is called Baiyun Pian in Jinling.

Liu Changan's cooking was not refined, but the taste was good. He drank a bag of soy milk from the door of the room, and saw the old people who got up early for a walk gathering under the plane tree to discuss.

The sycamore tree dropped more leaves than last night. Mrs. Liu scientifically concluded that the sycamore tree was sick and needed an injection. When she was at BJ's son's house for Chinese New Year, she had seen trees like this on the streets of the capital.

Old man Qian objected, because now is not the time for Chinese New Year, it is winter, and now it is summer, and the plane trees just change their leaves.

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

"It may be that there is some kind of treasure buried under the plane tree that can absorb the essence of life." Liu Chang'an thought for a while, and said with certainty, "There is a record in Li Daoren's Notebook of Tomb Raiders... um, That book is called "Qi Xing Ji."

Liu Chang'an's explanation was very unscientific, but it triggered a new round of discussion peaks, and no one said that he wanted a new period theory. The discussion on this feudal superstition was even more heated. A detailed explanation of the knowledge gained from various strange stories and novels.

"Before liberation, this place was a cemetery. Last time I planted vegetables, I dug up a bone."

"That's dripping from a pig's skull! Wife!"

"You are young, haven't you heard of the Huangfengping ground dragon absorbing water and spitting out beads? That happened in [-]...[-], and the beads vomited by the ground dragon fell here... Yes, the location is me Remember clearly, it is under this sycamore tree."

After chatting for a while, the old people were called back to have breakfast by their wives. Liu Changan looked back at the truck, and then changed into a pair of trousers, a shirt, and clean flat shoes, like a young student 40 years ago. The same, whole body neatly walked towards the museum.

(End of this chapter)