The arrogance of the city

Chapter 550 Jinling Tour

"Xiao Li, those children are still young and speak aggressively. Don't take what they say to heart."

Walking out of the memorial hall, Xiao Shuwen said.

Li Futu shook his head, those young people were not from the same world as him, how could he be serious with them.

"Aunt Xiao, where do you want to go next?"

"I can go anywhere, just listen to Wei Er's arrangement."

The eyes of the two moved to He Caiwei.

"Next, let's go to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum."

He Caiwei said that Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is the mausoleum of Mr. Sun. Since he came to Jinling, He Caiwei naturally wanted to pay his respects to this great man who dedicated his life to the country.

Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum is located at the foot of Zijin Mountain, backed by the green hills and fronted by Pingchuan. It is very majestic.

Although he never lived in the same era, Li Futu still admires the person lying in the cemetery.

"Some people say that Mr. Sun's life is a standing Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, and today we are fortunate to be at the end of his life."

Unlike some politicians, Sun is a truly selfless and selfless leader. His ability to say, "When I pass away someday, I would like to beg for this piece of land from the people of my country to house my body" shows his integrity.

The tomb is not open to tourists. The three of them walked around the cemetery, and then took the cable car up to the Purple Mountain Observatory.

After dinner, the three of them booked a hotel on the Qinhuai River in advance, then rented a small boat, went boating on the river, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Six Dynasties.

Unlike the Pujiang River where the great river goes east, although it is night, the whole Qinhuai River can still see its charm and beauty.The lights on both sides of the river are dim, red lanterns are hung high, and small boats are slowly wandering on the river.Although it does not have the graceful and poetic charm of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it is more majestic, just like the difference between Xiaojiabiyu and a lady.

The ten-mile Qinhuai River has been winding for thousands of years, but it has always been like a lady who has never aged, and always welcomes everyone who comes to visit with her best temperament.

Li Futu bought some beer and snacks in advance, and He Caiwei also drank two bottles with him. The beer is not strong, but He Caiwei is obviously a girl who has never drank much. Although it is only two bottles of canned beer, she has beautiful and fair cheeks There was a faint blush on his face.

"After coming here, I really don't want to leave."

She exhaled, listening to the sound of the gurgling water under the boat, looking at the lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the river, she had a feeling for a while.

Li Futu held the wine bottle and said with a smile: "The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River naturally has its unique charm. Jinling is so close to the East China Sea. If you like this place, you can come and play with Aunt Xiao anytime you have time in the future."

He Caiwei pursed her lips and took another sip of wine.

Looking at her red cheeks, Xiao Shu said, "Wei'er, can you still drink?"

"Mom, it's okay to be drunk. Let's sleep here when we're drunk. Let's experience what it's like to be drunk and not know the sky is in the water, and the bed is full of clear dreams and the galaxy."

Xiao Shu shook her head and smiled, but did not try to comfort her.

Of course, the three of them didn't sleep on the boat that night. After visiting the Qinhuai River for more than two hours, they went ashore and returned to the hotel.

the next day.

The three of Li Futu didn't go anywhere else, and drove straight to Mingxiu Mountain in the First Jinling.

"When Wei'er and I were so old, I came here once, but it was earlier than now, and it was still autumn, so I could see the magnificent scenery of red leaves all over the mountain, but in the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed... "

Revisiting the old place, Xiao Shu's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia.

"Aunt Xiao believes in Buddhism?"

Xiao Shu shook her head with a smile, "It's not really, I just want peace of mind."

Li Futu nodded, and the three of them climbed up the steps.

As Xiao Shu said, everyone in Jinling knows that the best time to come to Qixia Mountain is late autumn, when the maple leaves all over the mountain seem to have painted the whole Qixia Mountain with a layer of strong color paint, just like nature deliberately The painted picture scroll is too beautiful to behold.

Although the season for appreciating maple leaves has passed, Qixia Mountain, as a Buddhist holy place in the south of the Yangtze River, still has an endless stream of tourists who come to offer incense and pray.

"I didn't expect there to be so many people here."

After stepping through the mountain gate, He Caiwei was quite surprised to see people everywhere in the temple.

Xiao Shu said with a smile: "Qixia Temple is the birthplace of Sanlun Sect. It has a high status in Buddhism. The incense here has always been very prosperous, and now it is New Year's Day, so there are naturally many people."

Because there were too many tourists, without paying attention, someone bumped into Li Futu as he passed by.

The other party did not just walk away as if nothing had happened, but showed a better self-cultivation, stopped and turned around, and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Naturally, Li Futu wouldn't take such a small matter to heart, but when he cast his gaze on the other party, he frowned unobtrusively.

This middle-aged man has the simplest shaved head, broad shoulders, and strong arms, giving people a sense of strength visually. He is not too tall, at best, he is only about 1.8 meters, and he is dressed in ordinary clothes. I bought casual clothes at a cheap store on the street, but standing in front of him, I could feel a heavy sense of oppression.

Li Futu's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "It's okay."

The other party said sorry again, very politely, then glanced at Xiao Shu's mother and daughter naturally, then turned and left quickly.

Li Futu watched his back disappear among the tourists.

"what happened?"

Seeing Li Futu staring at him non-stop, He Caiwei was a little puzzled.

Li Futu shook his head and looked back, "Let's go to the main hall to have a look."

Li Futu has always been very aware of the reason why experts exist in the market place. The Dragon Kingdom is so big and has such a large population. It is not unusual to bump into an expert by accident.

He didn't take this matter to heart.

When Li Futu accompanied Xiao Shu's mother and daughter to visit the temple, the middle-aged man who bumped into him did not visit the famous scenic spots in Qixia Temple like ordinary tourists after he was wronged by him. On the contrary, He bypassed those ancient buildings, and gradually left the crowd alone, and came to a corner deep in the temple.

Here, there are no magnificent temples, nor magnificent scenery, only a nursery, a thatched hut, and an old monk presented in front of his eyes.

On the first day of the new year after New Year's Day, the weather is beautiful, the sky is as blue as washing, and the breeze is gentle and not dry.

The old monk was wearing a slightly shabby but very clean cassock, and was taking care of the vegetables he had grown so hard, while the middle-aged man stood there, watching him quietly.

When Xianyi Numa was a teenager, he would come to Qixia Temple almost every year, not to pray for Buddha, but only for the red leaves all over the mountain.

But gradually, he seldom came to this mountain again. Even if he came this time, he deliberately missed the season when the mountain was full of red leaves.

Every late autumn, the red leaves all over the mountain are still as beautiful as a picture scroll, and have not faded with the passage of time, but so what?

There is no one to accompany him to enjoy the maple anymore.

(End of this chapter)