Preface Looking back, it has been a hundred years 10

The copper money and foreign silver in Li Xiang's hand are still carrying the temperature of her **, which is full of warmth. My nose is a little panthenic, and I don't know how many years I haven't been moved? In that era a hundred years later, the world was peaceful, and the intrigue war in the office without smoke was fierce and prosperous, but the hustle and bustle of the world was indifferent and unapproachable. Inexplicably, he crossed into this world of nothing, but was rescued and taken care of by several beggars who also had nothing and no relatives. For a moment, the dog-blooded hero saved the beauty, but the beautiful woman was paid a lot of money. In this strange world that is about to break through alone, the troubled times are difficult, the world and human feelings. Whether it is cold or cold or warm, I have nothing to do with him, a sudden traveler in this world. Who calls him a physical time traveler, not a soul traveler! It was not until he grasped the warm copper money and foreign silver in his hand that he felt the relationship with the world, and remembered the care and respect of several old beggars in the broken temple of the Liu family. This was also a relationship. He had nothing to do with the world. He was no longer the history seen in the old paper pile, as well as love and warmth.

Li Xiang stared at the busy wharf with thousands of sails and the vying waterway of the Yangtze River. He grasped the copper money and foreign silver in his hand and meditated in his heart, "Any little kindness to me is engraved in my heart. The Yangtze River is rolling in front of me as an oath. If you don't die, you will be rewarded!"

"Why is he here?" Song Jiaoren looked at the back of dementia on the platform, recognized Li Xiang's down-and-out dress at a glance, and asked with a little surprise.

All three of them are from Hunan. When they get to the dock, they smell Changsha stinky tofu. The three of them gathered around the stinky tofu stall, and one of them bit a piece of stinky tofu.

After Song Jiaoren and his party separated from Li Xiang, purely because of their professional habits and out of the principle of insurance, they circled around Hankou for half a circle and got rid of all possible stalkers. Only then did they see Li Xiang at the dock of the Fourth Official Hall. The first thought was to be followed by him.

Jiang Shoudan stretched out his neck and swallowed a piece and shook his head repeatedly. "It's impossible to be followed by him. It's just a coincidence. With Mr. Du here, no one can follow and not be discovered.

At this point, Du Xinwu nodded confidently and admitted that he didn't have time to talk.

Song Jiaoren believes in the strength of Du Xinwu. Whether in Japan or in China, there is a guarantee of safety with Du Xinwu.

"Looking that he has been here for a long time, I'm suspicious." Song Jiaoren shook his head mocking himself and took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth. How could he get rid of this occupational disease?

"Wearing a dress can't change the life of a beggar. After saying a few words to Miss Tang, he wanted to go to Gao Zhier, the house of Speaker Tang. Bah, the toad wants to eat swan meat. There is no hair, and it doesn't pee. Miss Tang is kind, and she will give alms when she sees a beggar..." Coincidentally, Jin Zhaolong wandered here and naturally paid attention to Li Xiang, who saw him repairing him last night. Just now, he was all in tears. His heart was sore, and he couldn't beat Li Xiang. He just watched it here. Seeing Song Jiaoren and others paying attention to Li Xiang, he couldn't help chirling here. He was also biting a piece of stinky tofu in his mouth.

Song Jiaoren and others turned around and saw that the talking man was wearing an old leather jacket outside, and the weather in spring was still cold. There was a tight coat inside, and the braids were coiled on the top of his head without a hat.

Jiang Shoudan can see at a glance that he is a group of Feng Zai Ma Zai of the Old Brother Association. After eating the oil paper wrapped in stinky tofu, he kneaded it into a ball and threw it away far away. He picked up his robe and wiped his hands. He didn't take Jin Zhaolong seriously, but casually asked, "Why does he have anything to do with Miss Tang?" Is Speaker Tang Hualong, the popular constitutional leader in Wuchang now?

Seeing them talking, Jin Zhaolong said enthusiastically, "Mr. Tang is not him. Who else can there be?" Then he said what he had just seen and heard at the stinky tofu stall.

"Oh, I see." Song Jiaoren put away his handkerchief and sorted out the tough and straight suit collar that could not be blown by the strong wind on the river bank. The connection between the cause and effect is that Miss Tang is the student of the church girls' school who was touched by Zhao Youcheng on Xinsheng Street. He asked Jin Zhaolong abruptly, "Your name, Taifu?"

"What's the matter?" Jin Zhaolong suddenly became alert.

Song Jiaoren smiled and said, "It's okay. You are so noble. Just ask."

"It's okay, I'll go shopping!" Jin Zhaolong said impatiently. With a wave of his hand, he obviously felt that Song Jiaoren in a dress was too inexplicable. Is it true that people who have drunk foreign ink are like this? Of course, he forgot that it was inexplicable that he took the initiative to talk to him just now.

Jiang Shoudan's face has changed. These little characters have always worshipped him when they see him. A little pony, who didn't give Song Jiaoren face in this way, made him feel ashamed.

Du Xinwu hurried forward and said, "There are brothers all over the world. Please ask me your name. It's nothing more than making friends..."

"Jin Zhaolong!" Jin Zhaolong said and straightened his head. His garlic nose showed a nostril's hair in the sky. The head of the air style was Xi'er tied with a red head rope. Hankou Pier also has his name. Who doesn't know it?

"Do you know that person?" When Song Jiaoren saw that he was paying attention to Li Xiang, he didn't turn his face. Just now, he said sarcastically, knowing that he must know him, and deliberately asked.

Li Xiang boarded a ferry at this time, and it seemed that he was going to Wuchang.

"I know, how can I not know you?" Jin Zhaolong's face was full of sarcasm, "Several beggars in the broken temple of the Liu family came up from the Yangtze River, and there were only half of their rotten lives left. There was no medicine and no medicine. They survived for a few days and turned back to life. It's really hard to live a life. Looking at him in a dress, it's a pity that he is just a beggar. There are many beggars in dress in the foreign concession. Those beggars still regard him as a living treasure. I think he is the Ejiang River with no way to go. If he can't die, he will be a beggar for the rest of his life! I've seen too many people like this."

Jin Zhaolong in Liu's temple was repaired by Li. At this time, he did not mock him to his heart's content. "If you don't repair it in your previous life, you will be rewarded in this life. As long as he is still begging in the Liu Family Temple, there will be time for me to fix him. After saying that, he laughed happily, acting like a villain.

Song Jiaoren listened and said with a dry smile, "Not necessarily! I don't look like a thing in the pool. If you don't believe it, wait and see." After saying that, he said to Jiang Shoudan, "The boat is coming. We are also going to Wuchang. I'm afraid that someone is waiting in the Yellow Crane Tower."

At noon, a ferry was facing the awe-in river wind.

Sunshine is lazy. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the water and sky are all green orchids. A white cloud, slowly drifting in the wind. Li wanted to stand in the bow of the boat and ride the wind and waves... I don't know when the storm will be? ...It's not an opportunity to have an encounter with Song Jiaoren for a while, and I didn't get it at all.

The Yangtze River is flowing in the sky. A boat breaks through the waves and draws a long wave line on the vast blue and undercurrent river. This scene can be put into the painting.

Li wanted to stand in the bow of the boat, and the waves flew fiercely. The strong wind came to his face with water vapor. The sound of the Yangtze River rolling and low roaring was thrilling, but he did not see that he was timid and afraid. The mind is like the turbulent and dark tide of the Yangtze River under your feet. He met Song Jiaoren like the will of God in the dark, which gave him a trace of ambition to dominate, or the revolutionary ideal of hard work. Lixiang is a person who will climb up when he seizes the opportunity. With limited historical knowledge, just like a shareholder who knows the inside story of the stock market, he only needs a little capital to play around the securities market. As for whether it is his ambition for his own selfishness or his benevolence for all people, he knows it clearly. He was asked to say with a hard neck, beg for the lives of all the people, and make peace for the world. Without any self-interest, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't say it. However, in the lowest valley of national fortune, at the critical moment of the country's existence and death, he will do his best to struggle to climb up, and at the same time take care of everything he can guard under his wings, and preserve a trace of vitality for the nation. At this time, Li Xiang was just such a little ambition. After all, the problem of food and clothing has not been solved now.

Looking from a distance between the water and the sky, there are two peaks standing on the left and right. One said: Turtle Mountain. One said: Snake Mountain. Taizu Ciyun: Turtles and snakes lock the river. It's magnificent. The snake mountain is green, but the eaves come out, but the corner exposed in the ten thousand green bushes can also see the charm of the thousand-year-old Yellow Crane Tower. Li wanted to see a corner of the Yellow Crane Tower on the dock and couldn't help visiting it.

The sky was unconsciously overcast, and the spring misty rain came. Li wanted to step on the mountain road of climbing the Yellow Crane Tower. A hundred years ago, the Yellow Crane Tower was in the back of the Red Mansion occupied by the Advisory Council.

He has long forgotten all his troubles, and with a leisurely mood of searching for victory, he followed the forest road and roamed among them.

As soon as the mountain road turns, another small pavilion suddenly appears in front of it. It is built on the edge of the cliff. Facing the vast and endless space outside the mountain, the Yangtze River is rolling, and the beautiful scenery of misty rain teaches people to expand from the depth to a world that seems to parallel the sky and the earth. The drastic change shocked Li Xiang. He stayed in the pavilion. After a while, he began to clean up his mood and continue to climb the mountain.

The mountain road goes diagonally into the mountain. After passing through another dense forest, there are nearly 100 stone steps, directly pointing directly to the Yellow Crane Tower.

The Yellow Crane Tower is located on the slope. The stone steps have been broken and cracked. The moss is mottled, the weeds are growing, and the world is not calm. The Yellow Crane Tower also shows a trace of decadence, and there is a gloomy feeling in the gloomy darkness of the misty rain.

Li wanted to take a deep breath and pick up the level.

The magnificent yellow crane tower is in front of you. The five-storey building stands like a sword pillar. The spire is like a sword pointing to the sky. Layers of flying eaves, the warped corners stretch in the air, just like a yellow crane taking off. The column rises from the ground, majestic and stable; the roof is covered with glazed tiles, looking at all sides.

Since ancient times, there has been the Yellow Crane Tower where "you must go" and "the banquet must come". The literati of all dynasties visited here, leaving countless well-known poems.

Entering the hall on the ground floor of the Yellow Crane Tower, there is a tall and spacious hall. The middle of the algae well is more than 10 meters high. On the front wall is a huge "white cloud and yellow crane" ceramic mural, and there are 7-meter-long couplets hanging on the columns on both sides: refreshing from the west, clouds and fog sweep open the world; the east of the river, the waves wash away the sorrows of the past and the present. The simple atmosphere came to my face.

He couldn't help but be surprised and happy, completely surpassing the charm of the ingenious Yellow Crane Tower a hundred years later. Touching a few pieces of silver in his pocket, he rushed to the shopkeeper and said, "Today's misty rain is like a dream. I'm afraid it's a rare beautiful scenery this spring. I want to charter the fifth-floor attic, which overlooks the Yangtze River. The scenery is good, and I can taste a pot of turbid wine. I'd like to pay more!"

"I'm a step late. The top attic has been guested." The man smiled and said, "But don't be annoyed. The attic on the top floor is so big that everyone plays with each other. It has nothing to do with each other. There are only seven or eight people in total, and they are all literati. It's just right to recite poems and talk, and the little one doesn't pick up guests."

Li wanted to be helpless, so he had to do so. He was about to pick up the stairs when he was stopped by a long-dressed man waiting in the hall: "Who is your husband? This is Mr. Liu Xinsheng's private room. I have invited all the local celebrities..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xiang stretched out his hands, pushed the domestic slave away, and rushed upstairs horizontally. "The Yellow Crane Tower is not the home of your master Liu Xinsheng. The Yellow Crane Tower welcomes the people of the world. Rich people are amazing! I have to go upstairs today and slowly taste the wine in the south of the Yangtze River.

Immediately, several refined men rushed out of the corner of the hall, and someone roared, "Stop this boy!" Master Liu Xinsheng has chartered the house, and even the emperor won't want to go!"

Li Xiang hates these bullying people the most, and even more hates these bullying henchmen. Today, it has to make a big deal. Li Xiang is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet. He shakes off his arms and is ready to fight.

" Stop it!" Jiang Shoudan shouted loudly, which made everyone's ears buzz.

"Big leader!" The dog legs stood aside.

Li Xiang couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't help laughing. It's true that life doesn't meet!"

"Mr. Li, let's meet again." Du Xinwu arched his hand, and the spring breeze smiled.

Li Xiang laughed and said, "I'm so busy. I heard that the upstairs is writing. I don't feel itchy, and I also want to go up and join in the fun. It seems that you are also participating in the meeting upstairs?"

Seeing that his suit was messy and this shabby appearance, those dog legs thought it was for him to win. Of course, the biggest doubt is that Li Xiang is the secret agent of the imperial court. When he heard something, he touched here.

Song Jiaoren and others didn't think so, but through Jin Zhaolong's introduction, they washed away a little suspicious of him.

Song Jiaoren gave way and said with a smile, "It's predestined to come. Upstairs, please.

The upstairs plotted against the Qing Dynasty under the guise of Huiwen. Of course, if outsiders come, they can immediately become Huiwen again.

But no matter what the reason is, I can only ask Li to go upstairs at this moment.