55 Double Ninth Festival

Say goodbye to An Mengtang and leave the villa area of the three thousand harem. Xiao Chen went directly to Nanjing Main Railway Station and bought a train ticket to Chengdu tonight. No matter how reluctant he is, he can't break his promise. Xiao Chen is such a person, not to mention the Double Ninth Festival in two days.

In the Book of Changes, six is set as the yin number, and nine is set as the yang number. On September 9, the sun and the moon are yang, and the two and nine are heavy, so it is called the Double Ninth Festival, the Double Ninth Festival in autumn, inserting doges, and the reward **. Wang Wei, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem like this: "I am a stranger in a foreign country, and I miss my relatives every festive season. I know that when my brother climbs high, there is one less person everywhere. From this, it can be seen that the Double Ninth Festival has a high status in the hearts of the ancients, and the Double Ninth Festival has a special meaning for Xiao Chen. Last year, he could still help his aunt and Zhang Tianyou go up the mountain to sweep the tomb for the old man, but now he is alone, but the old man may not be lonely under the nine springs. His aunt will definitely be filial. To him.

Time gradually passed in the swing of the train. The boundary of the Kingdom of Heaven is close to you, but Xiao Chen has a sense of timidity. It has been half a year since he left another village. Maybe his dog kennel has been full of dust. Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's mouth showed a wry smile.

After leaving the railway station, Xiao Chen strolled around the city of Chengdu for a while, preparing to buy a bag of ** tea for the underground old man. After drinking peach blossoms for so many years, he should drink some tea to sober up.

Xiao Chen never thought that he would meet Shen Yan, his first love, and a woman who willingly gave her first kiss in the Houji tea shop in downtown Chengdu. At this moment, the woman is carrying an exquisite and small leather bag and constantly screening all kinds of tea leaves, with a tall figure and a slightly fashionable dress. In the sexy, it reveals a few women's elegance, bright and not enchanting, elegant and charming. Such women are not common even in Sichuan, which is known as the origin of beautiful women, but at this moment, women do not seem to have noticed the sudden appearance of Xiao Chen and are focusing on choosing what they are going to buy.

" Shen Yan." Xiao Chen walked to the woman and greeted her with a smile. Xiao Chen also couldn't say why he wanted to approach a woman. Maybe it was just to say hello.

"Xiao Chen?" The moment the woman turned around, her pupils seemed to dilate in an instant. How could this man who had disappeared in his life appear again? Is it his damned aunt who needs money to see a doctor again? Does he know that the boss's wife of a listed company now wants to borrow money? A series of thoughts rose up in Shen Yan's heart, but she didn't expect that this greeting was just because of an old friend.

Some people always like to complicate simple things, which is destined to be the greatest sadness in their lives.

"You don't have to be so surprised to see me, do you? Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for several years. Xiao Chen said with a smile. When Xiao Chen saw this woman again, he knew that his longing for her had been completely cured by the elixir of time and there was no possibility of recurrence. While seeing Shen Yan, the figures of the two women appeared in Xiao Chen's mind at the same time. One was Zhang Qiuling, who had white bones inside Guanyin, and the other was the arrogant and cold Tang. Dance.

The woman frowned. After looking up and down at Xiao Chen, she was more sure of what she had just thought. She didn't expect that after so many years, this man was still so shabby. Thinking about it, she had foresight to part ways with him. After thinking, the woman looked at Xiao Chen and said coldly, "I have something else to do. Let's talk about it another day."

Xiao Chen didn't force it. Since the other party didn't talk to him, why did he have to talk to her? After taking a bag of ** tea from the shelf, Xiao Chen went out.

Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, I'm not a chryp.

Shen Yan is not Bole. She has never seen that Xiao Chen is a horse that is ready to go. As long as the wind and clouds will go up to nine days, Jiaolong may not be able to describe his bright future. Everyone has a future and an opportunity, but at this moment Xiao Chen is just a fledgling country bumpkin.

Although he has no regret for Shen Yan, Xiao Chen is still a little depressed by his first love. He rushed back to the dog kennel of another village with a lot of trouble. The house was indeed full of dust, and several spiders were diligently making gossip arrays, and they didn't know at all that the real owner of the house had returned. After sitting on the wooden chair and smoking a cigarette, Xiao Chen put down the ** tea, got up and went to the firewood room to split firewood, and burned a bottle of hot water. Now that they are back, they should make a cup of hot tea for the old man and aunt, so that they can feel that there is another person in the world who misses them so much under the nine springs.

Find a simple wooden box from the belly of the red bed, carefully wiped the dusty wooden box, and slowly open the wooden box. Eight exquisite tea cups leap in front of you, with a little antique fragrance in the beautiful and elegant. The origin of this set of tea sets. The old man only said vaguely once when he was alive, "Chen'er, don't lose this set of tea sets in the future. This set of tea sets has a great history, which is three points better than the blue and white porcelain produced in Hutian Kiln in Jingdezhen in the Yuan Dynasty."

There are very few things that can make the old man say such a thing, but this also shows that this tea set is indeed of great value.

After cleaning the eight tea cups, Xiao Chen went to Qingcheng Mountain with a water bottle and two tea cups.

Halfway up the mountain, Xiao Chen looked at his aunt Xiao Qiu's grave and slowly sat down. The handwriting of "Cigu Xiao Qiu's Tomb" has changed a little. How can the things written by the brush withstand the test of the mountain storm?

"Auntie, Chen'er is back." Xiao Chen sat down and looked at the wooden card and said softly. His tone was as gentle as a whisper between lovers, but with a sense of loneliness.

Tear open the packaging of ** tea, gently take out a few air-dried ** petals and put them into a teacup. Pour more than half a cup of hot water. The eyes gradually become confused. "Auntie, I know you like ** tea. You said that although the tea is light, it has a special fragrance. It tastes very delicious. When you were alive, Dust didn't have the ability to let you drink this kind of tea every day. Now you can drink it happily underground.

Xiao Chen stayed by Xiao Qiu's cemetery for a long time. It was not until the afterglow of Xishan Mountain that he slowly got up and turned to a deeper place in Qingcheng Mountain.

The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, but Xiao Chen's pace remains unchanged. He walks step by step into the deep mountains. There is almost no way forward, and it is far from rugged. However, Xiao Chen has been walking like this, because his own grandfather Xiao Kunlun is buried not far ahead.

When Xiao Chen was a child, Xiao Chen often felt that his grandfather's name was very domineering and had a kind of ambition. After a little longer, he often felt that his grandfather's name was really a little tacky. Why did he take such a magnificent name as Kunlun? Question mark Unfortunately, Xiao Chen didn't know that what his grandfather had done at the beginning was better than that of Kunlun.

The moonlight sprinkled into the woods. The night was silent, and the mountain wind came. Xiao Chen stopped his pace and quietly looked at a small earth bag made of loess in front of him. There were no trees or weeds around the soil bag. The old man said that he must be buried here after his death. Xiao Chen had no choice but to spend half a day. I picked two loess from the foot of the mountain to this place and made a dirt bag for my grandfather, so that the old man can have a place after his death.

With a plop, Xiao Chen knelt in front of the earth bag and kowtowed three times to the earth bag. Xiao Chen didn't understand feng shui, but Xiao Qiu, who was half-hearted, understood some. Xiao Qiu once said to Xiao Chen, "Chen'er, your grandfather's grave is dead." Xiao Chen understands Xiao Qiu's words, so Xiao Chen comes to worship his grandfather every year.

"Grandpa, I'm coming to see you."

Xiao Chen only said such a sentence to this Tubao from beginning to end. Although there were thousands of words, he didn't know where to start.

Xiao Chen sat in front of the loess bag all night and made ten cups of ** tea for the old man. The water in the water bottle had been emptied. Double Ninth Festival, but I am separated from the old man's yin and yang, and the great sadness in the world is nothing more than this.

In front of the old man's grave, Xiao Chen has been thinking about what the old man said to him before he died, "Chen'er, you will have a big disaster at the age of 24..." Xiao Chen has thought about this sentence many times, but he has always been a little suspicious. If the encounter with the snake in Qingcheng Mountain Ancestor Cemetery was a disaster, but he lived too easily. If the peach blossom disaster is your own disaster, it is simply the best reward for men. What the hell is it? The New Year will be in a few months. Will my Xiao Chen's disaster appear in the next time?

When the sky was slightly bright, Xiao Chen left Qingcheng Mountain with a blue and white porcelain tea set and embarked on the train to Nanjing again.