1 Xuanwu wind and rain

One afternoon in June, a young man in his twenties rushed out of Nanjing Railway Station, with a little excitement between his eyebrows. Young people are very rustic. The clothes they wear are bargains that can be seen everywhere on roadside stalls. They even wear a pair of black and white cloth shoes on their feet. These cloth shoes are what Chinese people often wear decades ago. They are strong and strong. They are made of awl, commonly known as thousand-layer soles.

After leaving the railway station, the young man inquired about the location of Xuanwu Hotel all the way.

Xuanwu Hotel, six-star, super luxurious. Although it is not as good as Shanghai Ziyuan or Suzhou water skiing, it is second to none in Nanjing. Even those well-off white-collar gold-collar workers dare not enter easily. But today, an exception appeared. A very local-looking farmer was even careful and afraid of stepping on an ant to death. A young man walked into the revolving door of Xuanwu Hotel. This person was the young man who had been asking about the specific location of Xuanwu Hotel all the way.

The waitresses in the restaurant are undoubtedly very qualified. Their faces with heavy makeup and light makeup will never look disgusted or dissatisfaction when they look at young people. They are already familiar with the truth that they are all guests. Moreover, there have been many rich children who pretend to be poor these days.

After asking the location of Room 8088, the young farmer walked into the elevator he may have never entered. The waitress in the elevator looked at the young man with a nervous look. She wanted to laugh but tried her best to hold back. As a high-quality and high-level urban person, the waitress quickly calmed down and looked at the young man and comforted him, "Sir, this is your first time to make an elevator. When the elevator rises, we are overweight. Wait a moment. It's all right."

The young farmer frowned, as if thinking about what kind of concept is overweight? I wanted to ask the beautiful elevator attendant, but I was afraid that others would laugh at me for my lack of knowledge, so I kept the words in my heart. He secretly looked at the flight attendant's convex and concavex figure with the corner of his eyes, and his heart suddenly exploded. "Damn, the woman in the city is beautiful. The skin is whiter and tenderer than the little lamb in the mountain. You can't drip water from this touch? Unlike the women in our mountains, they are a little hunched, not to mention the skin, which is more like a black charcoal head.

When the young farmers kept thinking about the gap between women in the city and women in the mountains, the elevator quickly rose to the eighth floor. When the young farmers hurried out of the elevator, they did not forget to look back at the exquisite curves outlined under the black uniform of the waitress.

The young man counted the house number and groped all the way to Room 8088.

"Dong, Dong, Dong." The young man knocked hard on the door. He didn't know what the doorbell was. Soon after, a middle-aged man who looked a little bloated because of his fatness opened the door. After seeing the young man, he frowned and said, "Xiao Chen?"

After seeing the middle-aged man carefully identifying for a long time, the young man shouted excitedly, "Aunt!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little hesitant when he heard the shout. After standing at the door for a long time, he slowly said, "Your aunt asked you to come? Is she still lying **? Then he took out a few pieces of 100 yuan from his pocket and handed them to the young man, saying, "I was unlucky in my last life. You can take this money to her for medical treatment. Don't come to me again if you have nothing to do in the future." After saying that, he closed the door with a "touch".

The young man named Xiao Chen was suddenly stunned, and the expression on his face instantly changed from excitement to indifference. He even faintly heard a woman in the room who was very dissatisfied and said, "What else do you give that bitch money?" Not long after, the young man who stood outside the door and had never walked away. I heard a cloud-turning moan in the room, but the sound insulation effect of the six-star hotel was ridiculously good, if it hadn't been for the young man's keen hearing, it would be difficult to detect.

Looking at the money in his hand, Xiao Chen smiled thoughtfully and threw them casually. Several hundred-yuan bills flew all over his head and strode to the elevator when he came. After getting out of the elevator, Xiao Chen saw the waitress who had just taken him to the eighth floor, but he did not have the interest in spying on her touching body and walked straight out of the door of Xuanwu Hotel.

Some things can never be measured by money, such as family affection.

"This person is really a little strange." Looking at Xiao Chen's distant back, the beautiful waitress said to herself.

Xiao Chen came to Xuanwu Lake in the rain, a magnificent but historic lake. He stood quietly by the lake, and his strong body was not blown by the wind and rain.

Soon after, Xiao Chen's whole body was wet by the rain, but Xiao Chen did not consider these at all. He still stood by the lake like a wooden stake, trying to disperse his inner boredom through the wind and clouds.

Because of the wind and rain, Xiao Chen's clothes were quickly soaked, and a black fist-shaped thing hanging on his chest also appeared. A very strange item seemed to be very different from the gold necklace or emerald agate carried by ordinary people, but it was difficult to see the real face hidden in the clothes. The only thing It is certain that this thing is about the size of a fist.

Uncle, you are so cruel. Do you know that your aunt is chanting your name every day when she is sick? Thinking of his uncle in Xuanwu Hotel, Xiao Chen smiled coldly, and there seemed to be a sense of murder in his eyes.

Aunt, one day you will regret it!

Xuanwu Lake, a back lake, also known as Lianhu, has been a feng shui victory since the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The Southern Dynasty always talks about martial arts here, and the lake is forty in the morning of the week. There are many legends about Xuanwu Lake, and one of the most famous legends belongs to the four elephants of feng shui. In the eyes of all Chinese dynasties, Nanjing has always been regarded as a place of "king spirit" and suitable to be the "king's capital". In the east of Nanjing, there is Zhongshan Longpan, in the west, there is a stone mountain tiger, in the south is the Qinhuai River, and in the north of the city, there is Xuanwu Lake, which just forms the form of Qinglong, white tiger, rosefinch and Xuanwu "four beasts" of feng shui. It is said that at the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, Li Si ordered people to cut off the stone city to vent the royal spirit, so that the dragon vein was broken. Since then, all the dynasties that established the capital of Nanjing have ended in a short life, and the Ming Dynasty also moved to Beijing in the second generation.

At this time, in the railway station not far from Xuanwu Lake, there was a fat middle-aged man in a vest and trousers squatting on the ground and smoking a burning cigarette. The inferior cigarettes had made his seemingly bloated fingers and even the back of his hands slightly yellow, but he was still happy to smoke cheap cigarettes in his hand. The cement floor beside him is already full of cigarette butts, at least more than a dozen. There is still half a bottle of wild mineral water on the cement floor on his left. The middle-aged man's eyes have been staring at a young man in ordinary clothes by the back lake. The young man is Xiao Chen who has been in a daze in the rain.

The endurance of middle-aged people seems to be very good. They have been staring at the young people, and their almost scorching eyes almost make people think that a normal man in the lower body looks at a naked woman. After a while, the middle-aged man moved his slightly bloated body and seemed to want to change a comfortable posture.

"You have been staring at me for three hours." Just as the middle-aged man changed his posture, Xiao Chen had come to his side, with a slight playful smile and instinctive alert in his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Xiao Chen's eyes with a trace of embarrassment. He stood up and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile and said, "Young man, I have seen a lot of people by the back lake, but I have never seen a young man like you. Isn't you afraid of catching a cold in the rain?"

This middle-aged man wearing a pants, vest and carrying half a bottle of mineral water used to be a well-known figure in Nanjing. However, the stock market turmoil in the past few years made his family fall. Some beautiful wives followed a man with a little money and went to a hotel in China. It is said that women are thirty like wolves and forty like tigers. Wang Gui's wife can indeed be regarded as a blue-eyed and white tiger. She not only swept away Wang Gui's remaining family property, but also took the eight-year-old child away from Nanjing City. Wang Gui sometimes doubted whether the eight-year-old child was his own son, maybe it was that woman at all. After thinking of this, Wang Gui did not hate it so much, but he was still a little unwilling to think of the charming woman Wang Gui, who used to be in his ** charming woman.

Xiao Chen looked at Wang Gui's ever-changing eyes and suddenly smiled and said, "I'm caught in the rain because I like it. It has nothing to do with you." What Xiao Chen said was tem, and there was a smell of indifference between the lines.

When he came to Wang Gui, Xiao Chen had hidden the scene of Xuanwu Hotel in his heart.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Wang Gui couldn't help but think of the old Taoist priest in blue that he met in Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan, when he was still running around for his career 20 years ago. At that time, Wang Gui was the hot-blooded age of Fenghua Zhengmao. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods. Twenty years With a flick of his finger, Wang Gui couldn't help regretting when he thought of the Taoist priest again, "Young man, what is the purpose of living in this world? Fame and fortune or money? Or do people worship all their efforts just to make others admire their achievements? Don't you think it's ridiculous? Although the monks are not good, they also know the phrase 'equality of all sentient beings'. In the world, we are just a pair of high-level animals wrapped in flesh and blood and the ability to think. Why are we complacent that we are the supreme masters of the world? There is no need to pursue those things that are unattainable. The so-called 'If there are flowers, you can be folded straight and must be folded. Don't wait for flowers to be broken. I hope you remember that you may understand something in 20 years. Wang Gui understands the old Taoist priest's teachings at this time. Over the past 20 years, he has always been struggling for money. He has become a millionaire. He wants to become a millionaire but wants to keep pace with those multimillionaires. How can such a blind pursuit come to an end? Point?

"Young man, let me tell you the truth. As soon as I saw you, I felt very kind. I was going to go to another world after pulling this package of 7 yuan in Nanjing. There is nothing worth missing in this world, but I just saw you standing by the back lake. The restless appearance made my heart move for no reason, and I began to observe you carefully. As a result, you looked at the scenery for three hours. You see, I only have only one box left in this pack of cigarettes. Wang Gui looked at Xiao Chen, who looked calm and shook out all the words in his heart. Wang Gui did not mind whether Xiao Chen was willing to listen to him or not. He just wanted to find someone to tell his heart before he died. The old saying goes: "The bird is about to die, its song is also sad, and people are about to die, and its words are also good." Maybe every dying. People want to find someone to say what they say in their hearts so that they will no longer miss them in this world, but even if you say all your heart, can you really die without regrets?

Xiao Chen looked at Wang Gui's eyes gradually narrowed, as if he remembered his own experience, and slowly said, "A suicide? One flower, one world, one leaf and one bodhi, everything in the world has a reason for his existence. At the end of the words, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Young man, do you believe in Buddhism or faith?" Wang Gui asked with some doubts.

"I believe in fate!" Xiao Chen replied.

Wang Gui suddenly remembered a sentence that the old Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain gave him at the time of parting, "Cangshan Muyun Watching the Rain, in order to awaken the dream of mediocre people."

Wang Gui couldn't help but be a little crazy at this time. Maybe the Taoist priest's words were right. What kind of state is it?

"Young man." As soon as Wang Gui said, he found that there was no trace of young people around him. Not far away, the young man in ordinary clothes was walking away in the wind and rain.

Qingcheng Mountain, Muyun watching the rain? Wang Gui shook his head and smiled.