The Pentium Era - South to North

Bailuzhou Park is located on the north side of Wudingmen in Nanjing, next to the Confucius Temple. It is only five or six kilometers away from Mengping Company. You can see Mengping's building anywhere in Bailuzhou Park.

Of course, Meng Ping stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in his office and had a panoramic view of the entire Bailuzhou Park, including the Confucius Temple and the Ming City Wall and Wuding Gate to the east of Bailuzhou Park.

This was originally the villa of Xu Da, the founder of the Ming Dynasty and King of Zhongshan. The Qinhuai River was diverted here, forming an Egret Lake. There are bridges of various sizes in the park, connecting the islands in the middle of the lake and the pavilions surrounded by water on three sides. Nagisa connected.

Among Xu Da's descendants, the most famous is Xu Tianci. He is famous not because of any great achievements, but because he has been idle for generations and has been rich for generations. During the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, he expanded his family's villa. It became the "largest and majestic" garden in Nanjing at that time and was named East Garden.

Xu Tianci used Dongyuan as a place for him and the literati of the time Wang Shizhen and Wu Cheng'en to play and have fun. Chinese literati were really boring. Their lives were nothing more than drinking, sex and talent. They had no choice but to put their pen in someone else's hand. You can also write about your own fooling around with prostitutes as an elegant gathering.

Not only that, people can write prostitutes such as Su Xiaoxiao, Xue Tao, Li Shishi, Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, etc. as "壣fanzu style".

I'm sorry, these four words were inscribed by Sun Yat-sen on the tombstone of Chiang Kai-shek's mother at the mouth of Xikou, Fenghua, Zhejiang. They mean "a model among girls, enough to serve as a role model."

Chinese literati really wanted to write these four words on Su Xiaoxiao's tomb. Unfortunately, they have been dishonest for a long time, and not many people will believe their lies. Their credibility is not as good as that of Sun Yat-sen and Sun Dapao.

This East Garden, during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Shizhen, a literary leader at the time, described it as "the most magnificent of all gardens".

In such a broken garden, is it the best among all the gardens? How can you let those gardens in Suzhou and Hangzhou hold their breath?

This is not because Wang Shizhen has little knowledge, but because literati are so shameless. As long as you give them wine and beautiful women, they will say all shameless things. The same goes for giving them an official position or a prize.

Anyway, if Wu Chengen came to this kind of place less often, his "Journey to the West" would definitely be better than it is now, and he would not be so mentally retarded. Almost every time the Great Sage appears in a lively and arrogant manner, Guanyin comes out to wipe it out in the end. Butt, this way of writing, it must be because I drank too much and was lazy.

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

Meng Ping went out to buy a Longquan sword the day before and dressed up carefully. He wore a poplin cardigan on the top, a pair of poplin bloomers on the bottom, and a pair of soft-soled shoes on his feet, just like the big shoes in the park. Most swordsmen appear like that.

The day before, Xiao Ning had told Meng Ping the route map that Li Gancong would take every day. Meng Ping arrived at the east gate of Bailuzhou Park at 6:20. After entering, he walked a few steps forward and saw the Bailu Tower on his right. In front is Huanhua Bridge.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the pavilion in the middle of Huanhua Bridge. Meng Ping looked at it and walked over to an old man in his sixties with yellow teeth and sat down. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth first. One, and then pretended to have just remembered it, and handed one to the old man next to him.

Although this action is still a bit abrupt, it is better than handing someone a cigarette as soon as you sit down. In that way, you are either asking for directions or asking for help.

And holding one in your mouth first, and then giving it to others means sharing. When a person is in a good mood, he will also share something with strangers. This is not so strange.

The old man was stunned for a moment, but he accepted it. The two of them lit up their cigarettes. After a cigarette, the two of them naturally started chatting.

This old man is Meng Ping's cover. If you sit there alone, it is easy to attract other people's attention. If two people sit and chat, it looks much more normal.

At 6:30, Meng Ping saw Li Gancong's figure on the other side of the bridge. Meng Ping turned sideways, with his back to him, and continued chatting with the old man sitting on his right hand. In this way, he could not let him go. Li Gancong saw his face, and secondly, after Li Gancong walked over, he could naturally follow his back.

Meng Ping saw Li Gancong get off the bridge and walk a few steps forward. When he reached the four-way intersection in front of him, he did not turn right into the secluded path, nor continued straight toward the west gate of Bailuzhou Park. Instead, he turned left and stepped onto the Wanyue Bridge. Meng Ping did not get up in a hurry, but continued chatting with the old man.

Past Wanyue Bridge is the island in the middle of the lake. A person who goes to the island in the middle of the lake becomes the turtle caught in the urn, unable to escape, let alone such an octogenarian old man.

Li Gancong didn't seem to be in a hurry to be that turtle. He walked to the highest point of the stone arch bridge, stopped, turned around, looked at the Egret Lake in front of him, stretched out his arms, and stretched them out twice.

Meng Ping was glad that he had not been in a hurry to follow him, otherwise, he would have been completely exposed to his sight.

And now he is still sitting in the pavilion. Although he is facing him, the light in the pavilion is much darker than outside. The distance is not far. Meng Ping can clearly see Li Gancong's face. Standing in the light of Li Gancong, he looks at Meng Ping. In this dark place, the face should be blurry, not to mention there are eight or nine people in the pavilion.

Although Li Gancong is over eighty years old, his entire figure is not rickety at all and is still straight. Although he is only about 1.7 meters tall, he is half a head taller than the old man passing behind him.

Li Gancong stood there for five or six minutes. Meng Ping and the old man had finished smoking their second cigarettes. Meng Ping offered him a third cigarette. The other man quickly waved his hand and declined, saying to Meng Ping, "Thank you, I won't smoke anymore." It's over the limit. It would be terrible if I get addicted to it.

Seeing that Meng Ping didn't understand, he continued, "My wife is in charge of all my cigarettes and only gives me one cigarette a day. I always take two puffs and then put them in my bag. This time, I smoked two in one breath." Enjoyed it.

Meng Ping laughed.

Li Gancong turned around and walked off Wanyue Bridge. Meng Ping stood up. He handed the half pack of cigarettes to the old man and told him to hide it. This is private money.

The old man was stunned again, and then quickly said, thank you, thank you young man!

"I'm not young anymore, almost forty." Meng Ping said.

"Compared to me, he's still small." The old man said. Meng Ping smiled, and played two more haha ​​with the old man. See you later, and then left.

Meng Ping walked across the Wanyue Bridge and saw a group of old ladies dancing on the Song Pavilion in the East Garden. Li Gancong stood alone four or five meters away from them. Instead of looking at these old ladies, he still had his hands behind his back. , standing facing Bailu Lake.

Meng Ping turned right and did not walk towards Dongyuan Song Pavilion. Instead, he went around behind Xiangnan Garden and walked to the end. There was a terrazzo chair at the corner. Meng Ping sat down on the chair and watched from a distance. Looking at the back of Li Gancong diagonally opposite.

Meng Ping felt that Li Gancong was standing there, facing the lake and sideways to the group of old ladies, but he felt that Li Gancong was looking at the group of old ladies with his ears.

It was indeed like this. After the group of old ladies finished dancing, Li Gancong turned around and walked towards Yinyue Bridge.

After passing the Yinyue Bridge, there was the original site of the East Garden. Li Gancong did not stop in the East Garden. He just stopped in front of the closed Xinyuan Building to look at the notice of peace of mind posted beside the door. Then he turned around and continued walking. After leaving Dongyuan, go left.

Instead of taking the main road, he took a small road towards Yulongchi and Yijiantang. There were very few people on this road. Meng Ping did not dare to follow too closely. He waited for four or five minutes before walking over, but he could no longer see them. The figure of Li Gancong.

Meng Ping walked forward a few steps faster. When he reached the four-way intersection, Meng Ping judged that Li Gancong should have crossed the Ershui Bridge to the left and went to Bailu Island. However, Meng Ping did not see Li Gancong until he passed the Ershui Bridge. Meng Ping thought to himself that he could not walk so fast, so he quickly turned around and walked back. When he reached the four-way intersection, he continued walking straight forward.

He walked around the Yijiantang, but did not see Li Gancong. This Jiantang was where Xu Tianci, Wang Shizhen, and Wu Chengen drank and had fun. Could it be that they took the old man away?

Meng Ping actually walked to the round door of Yijiantang, looked in through the closed door, and saw only a white wall.

Meng Ping retreated to the four-way intersection, thought about it, and walked towards the Ershui Bridge. As soon as he passed the Ershui Bridge, he saw Li Gancong coming out of the public toilet, unzipping his pants as he walked. Meng Ping almost laughed out loud, and then he felt that he had to urinate urgently.

Seeing Li Gancong walking towards Xixiu Pavilion, he quickly entered the bathroom, washed his hands and came out. He no longer chased Li Gancong from the path, but walked directly along the main road until he reached Cuiwei Pavilion at the end of Qiubo Bridge, where five people were sitting. six people.

Meng Ping walked over and touched his pocket. There were no cigarettes in his pocket. Then he remembered that his cigarettes had been pawned as private money.

Meng Ping sat down in the pavilion. After seven or eight minutes, he saw Li Gancong walking over. Li Gancong probably wanted to sit in the pavilion, but he really didn't like to be too close to others. Seeing that there were so many people in the pavilion, he stood for a while and continued walking forward.

He walked to the Qiubo Bridge and sat down on the railing of the bridge. It was close to the east gate exit and there were many people coming and going. Meng Ping didn't have to worry that Li Gancong would find him. He just sat there and looked at him.

Li Gancong sat for eight or nine minutes, then stood up and continued walking forward. Meng Ping also stood up and followed him, walking along a tree-lined road to the end. Directly in front of him was the Tianwang Hall of Jiufeng Temple with yellow walls, glazed gold tiles and tiles. , turn right to the east gate of Bailuzhou Park, which is where Li Gancong came in. He went around in a circle to go back.

It’s true that I don’t walk birds, play chess, or exercise, and I have basically no acquaintances. I just walk around and look around.

Meng Ping saw Li Gancong walking out of the east gate. He looked at the time. It happened to be half past seven. Meng Ping felt a little strange. He didn't see Li Gancong looking at his watch along the way. Meng Ping doubted whether he was wearing a watch, but he How could you pinch so accurately at this time?

Li Gancong went out of the east gate and turned left, walked forward along Dongguantou Road, walked forty or fifty meters, turned left at Changbai Street, and turned left about ten meters in, and there was a vegetable market. The so-called vegetable market is a small one. From the outside of the glass fiber reinforced plastic tiled greenhouse, you can see the scene inside the entire market.

Meng Ping saw a noodle shop opposite the market, so he walked in, ordered a bowl of skin-belly noodles, and chose a seat facing the market to sit down.

The noodles arrived quickly. While eating the noodles, Meng Ping looked at Li Gancong in the market. He saw him buying a handful of vegetables and a piece of tofu. He also walked to the meat stall and bought a piece of pork liver.

Li Gancong walked out and walked to the right. Meng Ping hurriedly paid the bill and went out. He still had a third of the noodles left. He walked to the door and looked to the left, and saw Li Gancong walking into a courtyard with three four-story buildings. The houses, judging by their age, must have been the dormitories of Factory 924 back then.

There was nothing left to follow, Xiao Ning said. After Li Gancong returned, he didn't go out the whole day. Two very experienced comrades already visited his residence. They went in to search twice and found nothing.

Meng Ping looked back and saw that the bowl of noodles on the table had not been put away. He walked back and sat down to continue eating.

After a busy morning, I got nothing. However, the noodles are still good. Just think that I walked all this way just to eat this bowl of skin belly noodles.

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