Chapter 477: : Bean Rice

In the middle of the Tang Dynasty, it is the festive season, and the lanterns in Chang'an are like daylight. In a pavilion, the two drank.
Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, and the wine was shaking in the glass, reflecting the light, and there were many empty wine jars on the ground of the pavilion.
However, most of these wines were not her drink. She was not such a drinker, and another person drank them.
She raised her eyes and looked at the other side of the pavilion. It was a literati wearing a large white dress leaning against the pavilion's railing and holding a wine glass at an angle.
It's like being drunk, but it's very clear.
"It's too white, you've drunk too much." Gu Nan lowered the glass and said, "How about I take you home?"
The man Gu Nan called to be too white shook his head, looked at Gu Nan drunkenly, and smiled.
"Not much. The drink is just right. Where is it?"
"Then if you drunk again," Gu Nan said helplessly, "but don't blame me and leave you here."
"The drink is still warm, and the old friend is on the side. How can you not get drunk?"
Taibai laughed out loud, stood up, and walked to the pavilion with some shaking.
Looking at the street far from the pavilion, the lights were brilliant, maybe the lights were too bright, and he narrowed his eyes.
"What's more, it's good to be drunk in this person's world of lights?"
He looked up and slowly drank the wine in his cup.
Gu Nan didn't want to leave when he saw this man. He could only accompany him for another drink.
Li Taibai drank the wine, paused for a moment, and pointed at the streets of Chang'an.
"Gu Jushi, ten years ago today, you and I were drunk in this city of Chang'an. At that time, the scene seemed to be still in sight, but I didn't expect it. It's already been ten years when I think about it."
Gu Nanxu nodded his head holding the wine glass when he heard his emotions, "Yes, ten years."
Li Taibai smiled again, looking half drunk and awake: "Today next year, will the layman still come?"
"Who knows, maybe, maybe not." Gu Nan's voice was light, and she rarely agreed to anything else, because she was afraid that she would forget it for a long time.
It may be Gu Nan's answer. In his expectation, Li Taibai looked as usual. He sat on the ground and patted the altar on the ground drunkenly: "Then next year, Taibai will wait for the layman. If the layman does not come, , I drank the wine myself. "
Looking at the drunkard, Gu Nan smiled bitterly and didn't speak.
The empty wine jar fell to the ground, and Li Taibai was sitting between the wine jars. It should be that the wine was drunk and shook his head.
"Jushi, Taibai has always called you Jushi, do you still know the name of Jushi?"
"Font size." Gu Nan thought for a moment and looked at him sideways.
"Just call Changsheng."
"Longevity." Li Taibai read these two words, evoking the corners of his mouth: "It's cheesy, but the layman is just fine."
"It's just right." Gu Nanying reconciled, as if talking to himself.
It's cold in the evening.
In the pavilion, Li Taibai raised an empty wine glass in front of Xingyue in the air.
"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The fairy touches me, and bears longevity."
The poems were chanting and their voices were long and smooth, as if they were actually introduced into the Bai Yujing in the sky in the poems, and an immortal was heard.
Things change.
In the Song Dynasty, Hu Yan entered the country, one person rushed to the crown and became angry, singing all over the river red, and mating in all directions, and wrote the words of the loyalty and loyalty to the country in the history of his life.
At the time of the Ming Dynasty, the big waves, a man standing on the bow of a huge ship, hunting with a cloak behind him. He was holding a map in his hand. This map was given to him by himself that year.
Before the waves, he opened the map, and the world pictured above was a ball. With both hands clenched, he raised his eyes to watch the waves, took a deep breath, and waved his hands at the countless ships behind him.
"Yang Fan!"
After the Ming dynasty, I heard a man named Pu Songling. He likes to collect things all his life. He puts a small table outside his house every day, and puts a pot of tea on the table. People who pass by are invited to sit down and have a drink and talk about the anecdote.
And he himself will record these anecdotes one by one, and polish them.
One day, as always, he set up a tea table in front of his house. At noon, he came alone.
Wearing a bucket hat, she asked at the tea table: "I have a story, sir, would you like to hear?"
Pu Songling smiled and said, "Natural."
The man with the bucket hat sat down and said slowly.
"This story is called Changsheng."
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The long stream of history is like a river rolling in, with countless old things and old people away, but there is such a person who has been standing outside the river.
She has experienced the battle of Changping and witnessed the killing of hundreds of thousands of people. She once led the Daqin Tieqi to compete with the six nations. She has seen the mountains and rivers broken in the middle of the world, and she has also heard the sound of that cymbal. She was drunk at the height of Zhen Guan, and she traveled all over the river in the years.
She was angry and fresh, and had a feather fan scarf. He has been a farmer and a teacher. But no one remembers that such a person lived for two thousand years.
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"Bee." A breath exhaled from the mouth, condensed in the cold wind, and turned into a white mist slowly spreading in the air.
Gu Nan was wearing a light black down jacket, dragging a suitcase to the side of the station, waiting for the train to arrive. She took a special leave. In the new year, she was going to worship several people.
There were no people in the station, and the people who rushed home had already left a few days ago. At the same time, there were fewer cars, and there was probably more than an hour before Gu Nan's car came back.
There was some coldness in the empty station, and she randomly found a seat to sit down and sorted out her scarf.
There was some noise coming from the waiting seat. Gu Nan turned his head and saw a well-dressed child lying on a chair and sleeping, probably an orphan passing by.
Silent for a while, Gu Nan stood up and went to the canteen to buy two breads.
There was a noise around, and the child lying on the chair woke up.
When Gu Nan was standing in front of him, his first reaction was to shrink his body, lowering his eyes and saying, "I'll leave right away."
But Gu Nan didn't come to drive him away, but passed a bread in his hand to him.
The child stayed for a long time before taking the bread carefully, then torn the wrapping paper, and devoured it.
He swallowed loudly, one, two, and stopped gradually. With bread crumbs on his mouth, he lowered his head, with a sobbing voice, said to Gu Nan, "Thank you."
Gu Nan sat next to him and asked, eating his own bread.
"Do you want to hear a story?"
The child swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his eyes, and whispered, "Well."
Gu Nan smiled slightly and told a story, a story.
"That was a long time ago."
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On the clock at the station, another hour passed by the hour hand.
It's been an hour since Gu Nan finished telling the story.
After the child had eaten the bread in his hand, he looked at Gu Nan and asked, "Did the general later see the prosperous period that her master said?"
"See you." Gu Nan looked outside the station, and there were tall buildings: "And I saw many."
"So is it now?" The child asked again.
"Yeah." Gu Nan nodded. "It's a prosperous time now."
"Why are there people like me?"
The child does not understand, does it mean that no one will be hungry in the heyday?
Gu Nan turned to look at him, half-snapped, reached out and touched his head, smiling slightly.
"It will get better."
She has experienced many things and met many people, so she believes that.
In each era, there have been so many people who wrote for their ambitions in history, each of which has made a better world a little bit.
It is also because of them that they have forged the magnificent chapters of these thousands of years and forged the yellow and yellow picture scrolls.
There has never been a perfect world in this world, but it will get better and better, because someone is always working for it.
The child did not understand Gu Nan's words, but the car had already arrived, Gu Nan got on the car and headed away.
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Outside a barren mountain, Gu Nan came with a suitcase, and she walked into the mountain and reached before the seven tombstones.
Gu Nan simply swept away the dust in front of the tomb and leaned against a tombstone.
Xiaoxue rose from the sky, and she fell asleep.
When she was asleep, another person came up the mountain road. It was a woman with a mole in the corner of her eye.
The woman saw Gu Nan who slept by the tombstone, sighed, walked slowly to Gu Nan, and plucked a piece of snow that fell between her eyebrows.
Beside the tombstone, Gu Nan had a dream, in which she returned to Wu'an Junfu.
At the beginning of Xianyang, Xiaoluli was busy at home and abroad. Bai Qi still liked sitting alone in the hall drinking warm tea and painting the immortals while playing the piano. Laolian had just brought Heige to bend back.
She also saw two people, Lingqi practicing martial arts in the yard, and Xiuer accompanied the teacher-in-law to be a female red under the tree.
Gu Nan walked towards the hall, and everyone smiled and looked at her along the way, until she came to the hall.
In the hall, Bai Qi put down the tea cup and smiled at her, "You girl is finally back. Are you hungry? What do you want for dinner?"
A little tear fell from Gu Nan's face, and she laughed.
"I want bean rice."
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This book is now over. Thank you for your support and company. In the end, I still want to say a few words.
Sorry, I did n’t write well enough, and there are many things I do n’t know how to write, but I can only express my last words to everyone in this way.
Our country is a country with a heavy history. In the long history, there are too many things that have stirred people's hearts. In the recent 100 years, there have been too many things. Hung Hom. Too many people have worked for this country, and too many people have sprinkled their blood here.
At the same time, our country is just a country that has just been established for less than 7 years. From the raging flames of war, the people are not talking about life, and nowadays everyone has more than enough food and clothing. We who grew up in peace have never experienced the flames of war, have not experienced the cruelty of death, and have not experienced the shame and sadness of those years of despair. We may also have no idea how much that generation dedicated to this country.
But I think that the moment when the Chaoyang tore the night sky with light, that person, announced above the Red Gate, that when a new country continued to write a chapter, there should really be too many people who wept.
There are many problems in our country now ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It is undeniable that neither the policies in every aspect nor the people's livelihood are perfect.
But it is really getting better and better. I have always believed in this, so I want to express it.
I believe that in the future, one day, in the east of the world, in the place where the sun rises, in the bright light that is about to burn, there will be a country with the pride of the dragon nation, standing in the direction of the sky . There, there is no hungry people, and everyone lives and works in peace. There will be a day in the future, and there will be a day in the future. Between the red walls and green tiles, above the Golden Palace, the wind will blow down the newly falling stone debris, and the new craftsman will engraved two words, called China.
There is no truly perfect world in this world. Such a prosperous world is difficult, but I believe that it will come one day.
It's ridiculous. Thank you for not giving up. See here.
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