Xuanzhou is a small city, located in the desert in the northwest of Dazhou, with traffic jams and no business, so this city has no connection with the prosperity. It stands quietly in the hinterland of this northwest desert, day after day, year after year. , This city grows old together with the people in the city, and it has a taste of abandonment and independence.
Luo Wei and Wei Lan stood side by side under the city of Xuanzhou. He looked at the tall towers and the gates that were open but no one came in and out. He asked Wei Lan, "This is Xuanzhou?"
Wei Lan pointed to the plaque on the city and said to Luo Wei: "There are two words Xuanzhou written there."
"It's so quiet," Rowe said. "Why can't I see anyone?"
"The city here is small and there are few people," Wei Lan helped Luo Wei to get into the carriage and said, "Let's go into the city and see."
On the road in the city, there are still few pedestrians, there are not many shops on both sides, and the merchants do not stand in front of the door to solicit business. It is not a spacious road, and it is quiet. On the contrary, there was an unfamiliar carriage and driver, which attracted the attention of pedestrians on the road.
Sitting in the car, Luo Wei could hear the sound of the jujube red horse's hooves falling on the bluestone road. Seeing that the road under his feet was actually paved with bluestone, Luo Wei asked Wei Lan curiously, "Why is bluestone used here? What about the stone paving?" They passed through so many cities in the northwest, and the cities in the northwest were all paved with stone bricks, or Huang Shichaotian, the small town of Xuanzhou, was paved with bluestone slabs only used in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wei Lan couldn't keep up with Luo Wei's thoughts and said, "What's wrong with paving the road? Isn't this thing just used to pave the way?"
"Of course it's different," Luo Wei sat beside Wei Lan and said, "This is a road material only used in Jiangnan. This is the northwest. I don't know if there is such a stone."
"This little brother is right!" After hearing Luo Wei's words, an old man basking in the sun on the side of the road said loudly to the two people sitting in the car.
Wei Lanla stopped the jujube horse.
"Master," Luo Weichong smiled at the old man, "Is Xuanzhou still related to Jiangnan?"
"Our ancestors here came from Jiangnan to avoid disaster," the old man shouted with a smile from Luo Wei, and said, "Look at our houses here, but they are all in the style of Jiangnan."
When Luo Wei first entered the city, he felt that the houses in the city seemed familiar to him. After the old man's suggestion, he realized that the blue tiles and gray walls look like Jiangnan water towns? "Horse head wall," Rowe said, pointing to the roof behind the old man.
"My little brother hears that his accent is from the Gyeonggi area, and he still knows Matouqiang. My little brother is from Jiangnan?" the old man asked Luo Wei.
At this moment, Wei Lan helped Luo Wei to get off the carriage and stood in front of the old man.
Just as Luo Wei and the old man said these few words, there were several old people standing around them. It was rare to have outsiders in this city, and everyone was very curious about these two strange young people.
"I grew up in the suburbs of Shangdu," Luo Wei said. "I later returned to Jiangnan to live, but my official was from Xuanzhou."
Luo Wei's words of an official made the eyes of the old people fall on Wei Lan.
This is not the first time that Luo Wei said that he is his official, but Wei Lan still grinned, if only this person would call him that on weekdays.
Seeing that Wei Lan didn't speak, Luo Wei smirked again, and pulled Wei Lan.
"This little brother is from Xuanzhou?" the old man who talked to Luo Wei asked Wei Lan.
"Yes," Wei Lan nodded and said, "I have been away from here for more than ten years."
"Who are your parents?" The old man asked hurriedly, "You can tell me your name, maybe we old men know each other."
Wei Lan looked at Luo Wei, he didn't even know who his father was, this was what he wanted him to say.
"If my official could survive in Xuanzhou, why would he leave at a young age?" Luo Wei said, "My parents are long gone."
"I used to beg on this street," Wei Lan said to the old man, "Follow my mother, everyone on the street called my mother Wei Shi."
"Wei's?" The old people all recalled, they all knew the people in this city, a woman who was begging on the street with her children all day long. More than ten years later, her memory is a little vague, and she can't remember the appearance of the woman. Clear, but the old people remember that there was such a beggar at that time.
"Are you the little baby at that time?" The old man obviously remembered the mother and son in Wei Lan's mouth, his eyes lit up, and he asked Wei Lan, "The one whose mother was buried in the Chishui River in Chengxiao?"
"Is that river called Chishui River?" Wei Lan smiled embarrassedly and said, "I don't remember its name."
"You were still young then," an old man said. "I remember that after your mother died, you also disappeared. Where have you been all these years?"
"Begging for a living with a horse team," Wei Lan said: "Finally, when I arrived in Jiangnan, I became a family and came back with my companions."
The old people looked at Luo Wei again, they had never seen such a beautiful young man in their life.
Luo Wei smiled generously at these old people.
"I remember!" An old man slapped his hand and said, "You are Nan Ge'er! Wei Nan!"
Both Luo Wei and Wei Lan were a little surprised. They left their hometown when they were young and came back after more than ten years. I didn't expect that people in their hometown could still remember Wei Lan's name.
"Yes, my name is Wei Lan," Wei Lan said, "Do you still remember my name?"
The old man said proudly: "I have a good memory, I remember all the people in this city, let alone Nange, you have been away for more than ten years, even if the person who has been away for thirty years comes back, I can recognize it. Get him out!"
"This old immortal is blowing again," the old man who talked to Luo Wei at the beginning laughed and scolded. Several old people got together, quarreled, and counted the people in the city one by one. It's hard to fight.
"I like it here," Luo Wei whispered to Wei Lan.
"Just like it," Wei Lan also said softly.
"Stop arguing," after counting the family tree for a long time, an old man remembered that Luo Wei and Wei Lan were coming, raised his voice and said, "It's all old, let the two brothers see a joke!"
The old people then turned their attention back to Luo Wei and Wei Lan.
"It's okay," Luo Wei said hurriedly, "We're not familiar with this place. After hearing what the uncle said, I know a little bit about Xuanzhou."
"Brother Nan," an old man asked Wei Lan, "You're back this time, are you still leaving?"
"I'm not ready to go," Wei Lan said, "I want to live here."
"Alright," the old man said, "Leaving leaves go back to their roots, and wandering outside is better than their hometown."
"Then do you want to live in the city, or do you want to live outside the city?" Another old man asked the two of them.
"Can we live outside the city?" Luo Wei asked. He walked all the way and only saw the yellow sand outside the city. Can people live in this way
"Brother Nan doesn't remember anything?" The old man asked Wei Lan again.
Wei Lan shook his head blankly. Xuanzhou was actually unfamiliar to him, and he knew no more than Luo Wei.