"Little doctor, the bridge you see outside now is Zhangqiao, which is the oldest 27th place in the city of L. It was built in the early Yuan Dynasty and rebuilt in the early Ming Dynasty. The entire bridge has just been renovated a few years ago."
Listening to the introduction, I looked at the pedestrians on the ancient bridge full of history through the window. I remembered my previous experience of playing with Zheng Shaoman in L City. The place where I confessed to her that night was this ancient stone bridge.
Now that I see this bridge again, it feels like a world away.
"Lu Renyi, the little lion on the stone bridge is very beautiful, right?"
"Yup."
I still remember Zheng Shaoman’s question and my answer. When the past and the future are mixed together, I think I still have a lot of time to spend in loneliness.
"What are you looking at?"
"Look at the stone lion on the bridge."
Facing the question of the girl behind me, my blurted answer almost made Mo Qiu drive the car off the bridge.
"This is your boy's first time in L City."
"correct."
"The stone lion in Zhangqiao is still being repaired. It hasn't been installed yet. Which lion do you look at?"
"Actually" I looked at Mo Qiu, who was smashing evil in the rearview mirror, and smiled slightly: "I saw it in the photo, and today I feel strange that this stone lion is gone."
"It turned out to be like this, I was shocked by you."
"Uncle Mo Chou is scaring myself again." Wen Youqing was a giggling twitch, I never thought that Mo Chou would believe in this ghost and god. But then again, I myself was something I had to believe. thing.
The car stopped at the entrance of the alley two hundred meters after crossing the bridge. After getting off the car, Wen Youqing led me to the second-story building where the editorial office was located. Naturally, Mo Qiu ran to the front not to be outdone.
After entering the gate, a dozen teenagers were already standing there. As soon as they saw Mo Qiu, one of them walked over.
Flower shirt, white jeans, from my personal point of view, the vulgar person who absolutely sprayed a few ounces of setting water greeted Mo Qiu.
"Editor Mo, you are late."
"There is a traffic jam on the road. The national road is under repair recently. You don't know it." Mo Qiu smiled at this dresser: "You look good."
"That's right, Xiao Jiu, who is this you are holding?"
He fought with Mo Qiu, haha, this guy immediately turned around and started to get along with Wen Youqing, who was in front of me.
"Huh, Ji Chang, he is Lu Renyi."
Wen Youqing seems to know this one with the surname Ji Mingchang, and confronts her temper in front of me.
Looking at me through the little glasses on the bridge of the nose, Brother Ji Chang hummed a byte from his nose.
"You are Doctor Lu Ren? It's not bad."
"Don't dare to be it, there is also the credit of sister Wen."
Wen Youqing turned out to be one day older than me, but I am so happy to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and this cheap sister is too much.
"Huh Xiaojiu, I'll take you to eat chocolate ice cream when it's ready. The newly opened Xueyuan branch on Yulin Road has a very good taste."
"No, this is fine, I will accompany Lu Renyi to visit the city."
Suddenly, I felt that Ji Chang's eyes were so sharp. Obviously Wen Youqing could see it too, but before the friction escalated, Mo Qiu had already taken a dozen sodas from the basement gloriously.
"The conditions are tough, life is helpless, everyone, just a little bit."
"Nanfang Weekly has some economic problems?"
I took the soda that opened the lid, and I looked at Mo Qiu, who nodded helplessly, and then passed the soda in his hand to the other person.
"Although Nanfang Weekly still has support for the transition from a planned economy to a market economy, some of its thoughts are now going to the sea. You have also seen that if the editorial office of the big one is now empty, it will soon become something." Speaking of this, Mo Qiu Very unrestrained and very helpless, he sighed: "The hearts of the people are scattered, it is difficult for the team to lead."
It's right to think about it. What is the monthly salary of an editor? Nowadays, the monthly income of selling tea eggs is more than that. It's a bit of a way to go so far. Who can do it.
"It would be nice if someone could understand literature."
Mo Qiu muttered to himself a little lonely, but it was a different kind of feeling in my ears.
Said it was an author meeting, but it was actually just an opportunity for the young writers to get to know each other.
Soon the old and the younger generations were written down by me one by one, and that Ji Chang turned out to be the author of a short article that was serialized in two issues in the weekly last year.
Since most of the juvenile authors are from L City, Mo Qiu was soon dragged to the nearby Children's Palace to play billiards by shouting boredom, and Ji Chang was also dragged into the water by Mo Qiu.
"Doctor Lu Ren, I'll take you to the bridge to have a look."
"Oh."
Turning around, and seeing Mo Qiu's face, if he disagrees, I will show you a good look. I have accepted the reality of being sold.
Let's follow Wen's sister obediently, otherwise I am afraid that I will have to walk a hundred miles to go home tonight.
From the alley to the bridge, Wen Youqing was panting in just two hundred meters.
"what's happenin?"
"It's been a long time since I came out to play. I finally came out once today, Dr. Lu Ren, accompany me to play, okay?"
Wen Youqing excitedly pointed at the other end of the bridge with a flush of "tide" on her face.
"Come with me to the game shop at the bridge, let's play the arcade!"
As a result, I still failed to complete the task of playing arcade games while smoking second-hand smoke with the little nine girl from the Wen family.
When our two little things just walked to the middle of the street, an ae86 was already parked beside us. The driver was a beautiful sister, but the two big guys came down. Needless to say, they obviously belonged to The three members of the Wen Family Friends Group brought me and the Nine Girls to the Wen Family.
The literati family has a big business, and firmly occupying two sets of nearly 1,000 square meters in the old city of l city. After 1999, when the mayor of l city found that the old city was left with the wen family After the old mansion, the demolition work, which was almost equivalent to cultural destruction, stopped. Of course, if it weren’t for the existence of the literary family in the province and even the imperial capital, I’m sure that the mayor’s kindness would definitely be lost He feeds the dog by himself, not to win unanimous praise from the cultural relics community.
I have always hated this kind of demolition, not because the so-called compensation is insufficient, but because of such rounds of demolition. Our descendants can only learn about the history of decades ago from the photos, and the descendants of hundreds of years later What else can we learn about our lives
In my eyes, architecture is a diary that records the years.
Crossing the old threshold that seemed to have a history of over a hundred years, Wen Youqing threw himself into the arms of his nine grandfathers.
The kind old man picked her up, and then looked at my little thing.
"Grandpa Nine, it's the third of Lu's family in t city." Before everyone else, the beautiful big sister who brought us in said and patted me on the head.
"Little San, Xiao San, is Qin Lu's descendant?"
"Well, but my father's name is Lu Lu now."
I’m not surprised that the Wen Jia Jiuye will know my father’s name. Some of the Wen Jia should say that they have had some associations with my grandfather. Of course, this is definitely a good thing.
"Grandpa Nine, that's the second passerby who writes about the six-person line."
"Well, Grandpa Nine knows, you should go to the inner hall to report to your mother for safety."