The next day, his parents still went to work. Zhang Yuan finished practicing his martial arts, took care of the housework, closed the courtyard gate, and walked to the mountain temple in the north of the village.
The Shanshen Temple in Anping Village is an old temple with great age.
Zhang Yuanyou remembered that the mountain temple was there.
Every year on the mountain god’s birthday, the village invites an opera troupe to come over and perform, which is extremely lively.
When Zhang Yuan was a child, he also liked to go to the mountain temple to play with his friends of the same age in the village. The mountain temple was the base for their gatherings. Among his playmates was Wang Xiaoer.
The tradition of inviting opera troupes to sing operas on the mountain god’s birthday and praying to the mountain god to bless Anping Village with good weather and everyone’s safety continues to this day.
However, nowadays, children in the village rarely go to the mountain temple to play.
They prefer to play with their mobile phones and watch TV at home!
Zhang Yuan came to the outside of the mountain temple, where several elderly villagers were offering incense devoutly.
After burning incense, the old people came out of the mountain temple and left one after another.
Zhang Yuan stood at the entrance of the temple and looked at the ancient temple.
The copper stove is filled with incense, and the old banyan tree next to the temple has lush leaves and is taller and denser than it was a few years ago.
Directly opposite the temple entrance, a group of workers are busy constructing.
Mom said that the village is going to build a stage in front of the temple, and this should be it.
Stepping into the temple, there is a solemn mountain god statue in the center of the temple.
Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the statue again, and found that there was actually a fairy with a pale golden light on the altar.
The fairy is the image of an old grandfather. His gray beard hangs down to his chest, and he is only about 1.5 meters tall. At this moment, the fairy grandfather is lying on the altar of the statue, sleeping soundly.
A line of saliva in his mouth hung in the air amidst the sweet purring sound, which made Zhang Yuan anxious!
Zhang Yuan followed the example of the villagers, lit three incense sticks, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner to show respect for the mountain god in the temple.
At this time, a black Audi car came roaring from the village road of Anping Village. The Audi car was parked under the banyan tree in front of the mountain temple and in front of the construction site.
A man in a suit got out of the car.
The man has oily hair and a pink face, with a slicked back hair. He is young but mature. He is clearly in his early twenties but looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties.
The round belly under the suit is particularly eye-catching.
After the man in the suit got out of the car, he looked at the conditions at the construction site and ordered the ten workers to speed up the construction of the stage.
Standing next to the man in a suit was a pretty young woman in a skirt.
The woman's white and tender arm gently held the man's wrist, and she covered her nose with her other hand. She looked at the dusty construction site not far away with disgust in her eyes, urging the man in the suit to leave here quickly.
After the man in the suit finished explaining, he took the beautiful woman's hand and returned to the car under the banyan tree.
At this time, the long-haired woman in a skirt saw Zhang Yuan who was offering incense in the mountain temple, pointed at Zhang Yuan's back and said: Zhang Yuan? Is that Zhang Yuan who is offering incense in the temple? His back looks so familiar!
Zhang Wan followed the direction of Wang Qin's finger and saw Zhang Yuan's profile.
After looking at it for a while, I realized that it was really my elementary school classmate Zhang Yuan!
Zhang Yuan, Zhang Wan, Wang Qin and Wang Xiaoer are all classmates in primary school and often played together when they were young.
Zhang Yuan was the best student in the class at that time and was also the object of Wang Qin's admiration.
However, when Zhang Yuannian Primary School was in Anping Village, the teaching conditions were still very backward, and the nearby villagers were not wealthy. Therefore, many classmates in the class went out to make money after graduating from elementary school and junior high school.
Zhang Yuan was one of the few people in his primary school class who later went to college.
After Zhang Wan graduated from elementary school, he went out to work hard in the society. He worked hard at construction sites over the years, and finally became a small boss by himself. He made a lot of money. Not only did he buy a car, but he also dated the most beautiful girl in the class. Girl Wang Qin.
Zhang Wan has also become the best student in the primary school class in Anping Village!
"Why, did you feel moved when you saw your first love?"
Zhang Wan joked.
"What are you talking about!"
Wang Qin said dissatisfied.
Zhang Wan didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Fortunately you followed me. If you had chosen Zhang Yuan, you wouldn't have such a good life now!"
"So, I have a sharp eye and know the pearl!"
Wang Qin laughed like a bell and nestled against Zhang Wan's big belly, like a little bird.
Zhang Wan continued: "Although Zhang Yuan was admitted to university, it is actually nothing special, just a poor student.
Nowadays, there are so many college students everywhere. Many college students are unemployed as soon as they graduate. No, last month a new college student came to our company. He worked in the company for a month and knew nothing, so I fired him! "
The proud look on Zhang Wan's face was beyond words.
"How can those college students compare with Wang Ge!
College students don’t have to find jobs after graduation. Our Brother Wan is already a boss! "
Wang Qin said flatteringly.
Zhang Wan was complimented by Wang Qin and felt good.
Seeing this, Wang Qin remembered a bag she had taken a fancy to while shopping a few days ago. She took advantage of Zhang Wan's good mood and said coquettishly: "Brother Wan, it's my birthday next month and I've fallen in love with a bag. Can you give it to me?" good?"
Her voice was sweet.
"How much?"
"Just over three thousand."
Zhang Wan nodded and agreed.
"Let's go, Brother Wan."
"It's all dust here and I don't want to be here."
Wang Qin pulled Zhang Wan towards the car.
Zhang Wan said with a bad smile: "What's the hurry? When you meet an old classmate, of course you have to say hello!"
Then he took Wang Qin's arm and walked towards the mountain temple.
As soon as Zhang Yuan finished offering the incense, he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw Zhang Wan, his primary school classmate in a suit and leather shoes, walking towards him holding the hand of a beautiful woman.
"Zhang Wan?"
Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was burning incense in the temple just now, and he didn't know if Zhang Wan saw him.
After Zhang Yuan entered high school, he was busy with his studies and rarely contacted Zhang Wan and others. After not seeing each other for several years, Zhang Wan changed a lot, but Zhang Yuan still recognized him at a glance!
People say that Zhang Wan makes a lot of money as a boss, and it seems to be true.
Zhang Yuan greeted Zhang Wan and looked at the beautiful woman next to Zhang Wan.
For some reason, the woman next to Zhang Wan looked familiar to Zhang Yuan, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
"Zhang Dacaizi, don't you recognize me?"
Wang Qin said with a smile, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Who are you?"
"Wang Qin, you don't even recognize me!"
Zhang Wandao.
Zhang Yuan suddenly realized.
"It turns out to be Wang Qin. I wonder why she looks so familiar."
Zhang Da Caizi is now a college student, so naturally he doesn’t recognize those of us who have never gone to college.
Zhang Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment.
This Wang Qin is still as mean as she was when she was a child. Even the little girl next door who always had a runny nose in her memory has now become a generous person!
"You are more beautiful than before, I didn't recognize you for a moment!"
Zhang Yuandao.
Wang Qin pouted, looked at Zhang Yuan with his eyes, and muttered in his heart: "The clothes are really shabby!"
"Zhang Yuan, how old are you? Why are you still so superstitious that you come to the mountain temple to burn incense?"
"Pray for first place in the final exam?"
"He's still a college student!"
"Haha~!"
Zhang Wan did not hide his ridicule for Zhang Yuan's offering of incense.
He is an atheist.
"It was indeed seen!"
Zhang Yuan smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Now, he and Zhang Wan are in two different worlds, with nothing in common, and Zhang Wan is no longer the passionate and innocent young man he once was.
When Zhang Wan mocked Zhang Yuan's feudal superstition, the mountain spirit body in the mountain temple woke up from a deep sleep at some point.
The white-bearded mountain god heard the disrespectful remarks made by the two young men at the temple gate, and his spirit body trembled with anger.
Zhang Yuan seemed to feel something, looked back at the temple, and then turned his head.
At this time, Wang Qin took Zhang Wan's hand and said: "Brother Wan, let's go!"
Originally, Wang Qin was a little interested in this classmate who was admitted to college, but when she saw Zhang Yuan again, his cheap clothes made him look like a poor student!
He probably still spends his parents’ money every semester, and he’s so superstitious!
The little admiration I had for Zhang Yuan when I was young has disappeared.
Zhang Wan and Wang Qin returned to the car. After Zhang Wan started the car, he rolled down the window and shouted to Zhang Yuan like a showoff: "Brother, let's go!"
A burst of dust rose up on the village path, and the car sped away on the village road.
Zhang Yuan watched Zhang Wan's car leave.
In the mountain temple, the body of Baibeard's mountain spirit penetrated the roof of the temple, floated on the roof of the mountain temple, and blew a breath of immortal energy on Zhang Wanyuan's car.
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