Chapter 375: Bistro

Lu Chen lived in the place called Qingshuitang Village for a full ten years. During that time, he was just like an ordinary person. He lived ordinary life, with joy, sorrow, joy, scolding, scolding, experiencing or It seems to have the lives of ordinary people; but sometimes, in some unknown places, he still looks like a deserted and lonely shadow, standing alone in the corner of the night, watching the world coldly There is a gap between the mortals in those mountain villages, and they cannot be integrated from beginning to end.
Therefore, when Lu Chen once again saw the tall Chashan from afar, and saw the village entrance at the foot of that mountain, the flat road was lined with fertile farmland on both sides, and there were still people planting and transplanting rice. He had a moment. Alas, I felt like I was back to Lu Chen who was idle and laughing and scolding in that village.
He settled down, and then patted A Tu following him, pointed at the tea mountain in the distance, and said, "You are too big now. It is easy to scare people into the village and not cause people trouble. . You go around and go to the mountain to play, then I go to the 'Longhu' on the top of the mountain to find you. "
A Tu glanced at him without any emotion. After shaking his tail, he ran away by himself.
The surrounding mountains were undulating, and soon, A Tu's figure disappeared into the mountains. Lu Chen watched A Tu leave, and turned to the village entrance of Qingshuitang Village.
As he walked closer and closer, the surrounding scenes became clearer. As he remembered, there were not many pedestrians on the road outside the village. Except for the pedestrian traders who came here by accident, he remembered the busiest here every month. At that time, it was probably the days when people from the nearby Qianqiumen came to buy the spiritual materials.
Few villagers working in the farmland looked up. Occasionally someone looked at Lu Chen and there was no mood swing in his eyes. Instead, it was a kind of numb eyes-- It's numb to life, to the world, or to your own destiny.
Lu Chen's eyes swept across the farmland and those who worked on the road, and then walked past. He lived here for ten years and was accustomed to this scene very early. In fact, the appearance of these working people is the impression of most people in Qingshuitang Village in his familiar memory.
For the so-called hope of immortal immortality, they spent their entire lives desperately, accumulating wealth, gambling once, and losing all their money, including their life.
In the past ten years, he has seen too many such people, so that in Lu Chen's memory, the scenery of this mountain village is fresh and beautiful, but the color of people in this village is dim.
However, Lu Chen didn't despise or despise these ordinary people in his heart, because he was one of them in those ten years, although at that time he could only be regarded as a cynical appearance.
Who doesn't want to be immortal?
Who wouldn't want to go straight to the top and get all the attention?
The dream of ants trying to fly high has never been wrong. What's wrong is that they ca n’t help their destiny after all, just like a chasm across the river, like a layer of stairs under their heads. They are angry, painful, He growled, then sad, disappointed, but unwilling to despair and not despair, so he became numb in the passing of time, day after day.
Lu Chen walked into the village. At that moment, he suddenly felt as if he had walked into the memories. Everything in front of him seemed to be the same as before, and the Qingshuitang village in front of him was still the peaceful hill village of that year.
His eyes unexpectedly looked in a certain direction. In the long ten years, in the village where most people's colors were gray in his memory, he still remembered that there was a beautiful woman. So far in his memory is a beautiful landscape that is different from the others.
She was Ding Dong, the eager woman, she was still young, and she was not completely discouraged at that time. In those years, she seemed to be the only shining light in the village.
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Until the painful feelings of the memories were depressed, Lu Chen began to look around the situation.
The village is obviously a lot more lively than outside the village. There are more people coming and going, and several people have noticed the land dust coming into the village from the outside. However, no one came forward to ask or do anything else, and the people here seemed to be wary of outsiders.
What just made Lu Chen a little surprised was that when he looked around and saw that there were still a few familiar faces in the crowd, the villagers who originally lived here didn't seem to recognize him.
It was as if Lu Chen had never lived here, as if Lu Chen had been erased from their memory.
Lu Chen was a little surprised, but of course he wouldn't be able to come forward and hold the villagers, then recognize them, and pretend to be reunited for a long time and meet with loved ones. As a matter of fact, in this village, except for a few people, such as Lao Ma and Ding Dang, who were familiar with him, most of them only nodded, and their friendship was very flat.
Probably because of this, those people forget him very quickly.
Lu Chen shook his head, ignored these people, and walked along the familiar bluestone slab road by himself.
The stone road is the clear clear water stream, which has not been seen for many years. The stream is still clear and the pebble fish is clearly visible, exactly as he remembers it.
The mountain wind blew from the distant mountains, and ripples on the upper layers of the Qingshui Creek. On both sides of the stream, the green bamboo peach flowers contrasted with each other, and the green and red were beautiful ... The sight in front of me suddenly told the landing dust that this world was spring again.
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Lu Chen smiled, suddenly feeling better, walking on the stone road, watching the peach blossoms bloom, petals fluttering in the wind, faintly like seeing that day again, the beautiful woman standing under the peach tree .
She seemed to be smiling, raised her hand and waved at him. It was the most enchanting and caring beautiful scroll in ordinary times.
Lu Chen walked past, walked past the peach tree, stretched out his hand and folded a peach branch on the tree, a light fragrance came on his face.
The peach blossoms are like smiling faces, laughing at his busy life like dreams.
Lu Chen grinned, smiled at Taohua in his hand, and whispered, "You should relax now. Wait for me, and I'll see you later."
Having said that, he put the peach blossom in his arms, and walked steadily, unconsciously, came to the intersection of the three forks, a familiar large locust tree appeared in front of him, and he grew up beside Qingshui Creek.
Lu Chen's gaze looked past, and he subconsciously looked at the big rock on the shore of the water under the tree. In his memory, every day an old fisherman with the surname Yu sat here to fish. Only this day, although the weather was fine, the stones under the tree were empty.
Lu Chen froze for a while, stood still for a while, then turned silently away.
He walked down the road to the village. Soon, he saw the most familiar room in his memory. There was no change here. The room was still a pub, even the flag on the door. The word "wine" seems to be the old one.
Everything is the same as he remembers, as if he never seemed to leave. Lu Chen was a little surprised, and then smiled. I thought that there was somebody who really took over the trading that was destined to lose money. Continue to open a pub in the past?
Are you stupid?
But looking at the wine flag ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he suddenly wanted to drink suddenly, so he strode over, and his heart was filled with the countless memories of the pictures he had here, and his heart was warm, although Fat old horse doesn't know where he died now.
Thinking like this, he stepped in, and said in his mouth, "Boss, come with two pots of wine ..."
His voice suddenly stopped, and the man was standing at the door of the tavern, his face was astonished, and he looked at the counter in the tavern.
I saw, behind that counter, an obese fat man turned around with some difficulty, looked at Lu Chen, poked his lips, and seemed to be angry: "Huh? You have a good drink, not all you used to have was a pot of wine. ?"

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