A group of five people walked along the street, talking, laughing, and stopping.
Less than half an hour later, Yu Wenrui led the four people from the front onto an arch bridge that was more than ten feet long and located east to west.
Yu Wenrui walked to the middle of the arch bridge, held on to the stone railings, and looked southward along the dry river. He sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that the years have passed by for thirteen years, and this bridge has not changed at all. It's a pity that the river The water inside has dried up, and the good scenery has been lost.”
"Is this the place that Uncle Master mentioned?" Qi Yoyo asked.
"Exactly."
"Then uncle, you can rest assured."
"what for?"
"Uncle Master, in another thirty years, it will definitely still be here. It will only add some vicissitudes of time, and it won't change much."
"Listening to what the girl said, it can be seen that this bridge is not an ordinary bridge. Since it is not ordinary, there must be a story. Please tell me, girl, and we will listen carefully."
Qi Yoyo smiled and said: "That would disappoint my uncle and the three brothers and sisters. This bridge does not have such a touching story. It's just that people made up a name for it to express some feelings. This river is actually It is an artificial river that runs through the entire Yancheng from north to south. People named this river Wangchuan River. The bridge under our feet is called Sansheng Bridge, to the north."
Qi Yoyo pointed to the north and said: "There is another bridge that is almost the same, called Naihe Bridge. Yancheng is divided into ten cities in the north and south, and there are two such bridges in each city. There are dedicated people responsible for cleaning and maintenance every day. So even in thirty years it will definitely still be here.”
"The Sansheng Stone turned into Sansheng Bridge, which echoes the north and south of Naihe Bridge, but it has a different meaning." Yu Wenrui nodded and smiled, "Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Bridge, Guimen Pass, Huangquan Road, Wangxiang Terrace, and Mengpo Tang What? Is there any?"
"Since ancient times, Yancheng has been a battleground for military strategists. Every time there is a major battle, hundreds of thousands or even millions of people will die. The soil under the walls of Yancheng is red for three feet. No one knows how many innocent souls are buried under the red soil." Qi Yoyo said with emotion, "So the gate of Yancheng is the Gate of Hell, and the road to Yancheng is Huangquan Road. As for Mengpo Tang and Wangxiang Terrace, they should be in everyone's sight. But if you want to try Meng Po soup, it’s just across the bridge. Every restaurant sells it, green vegetable and radish soup, and you can get enough for just one penny."
"Haha, let's find a place to rest and try Meng Po soup." Yu Wenrui said with a smile.
"Uncle Master, did you forget something?" Qi Yoyo asked, blinking.
"What's the matter?" Yu Wenrui asked with a smile on his face, pretending not to know.
"We are here where our uncle is looking for, but we haven't seen the surprise that our uncle mentioned yet."
"Then you have to prick up your ears and listen." Yu Wenrui looked at Qi Yoyo, with a mysterious smile on his face, and said: "One afternoon in the autumn of thirteen years ago, there was a little girl who was raped by several smelly people. The boy chased her, and in desperation he jumped over the bridge railing and jumped into the river. What is ironic is that the little girl can't swim. I happened to be passing by with my master at that time, and the master rescued the silly girl."
Looking at Qi Yoyo's slowly opening mouth, slowly widening eyes, and an expression of disbelief and surprise, the smile on Yu Wenrui's face gradually grew.
"I know. I know." Huang Feng suddenly shouted in surprise, pointed at Qi Yoyo and said: "The silly girl that my uncle is talking about is not you, Miss Qi, is it?"
"Yes, it's me." Qi Yoyo looked at Yu Wenrui in disbelief, trying to find on his face the shadow of the porcelain doll-like little boy who followed the old man who saved her.
"Isn't it?" Tan Junyan said with a look of disbelief, "It turns out that you two have known each other thirteen years ago. Junior uncle, there is something wrong with you."
"What's the problem?" Yu Wenrui looked at Tan Junyan puzzled.
"You should not even think about it, jump into the Wangchuan River and rescue Miss Qi, and have a beautiful story about a hero saving a beautiful woman."
"Get lost! I didn't know how to swim at that time." Yu Wenrui said with a black face.
Qi Yoyo burst into laughter, looked at Yu Wenrui and said, "It turns out that the old gentleman is actually the senior medical fairy, and you are the beautiful porcelain doll beside the old gentleman. No wonder you are so handsome and handsome."
"Is this a surprise?" Yuwen Rui asked with a smile.
Qi Yoyo nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, of course."
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South Second City, Beicheng District, Qiuhua Street.
Zhou Jianlai saw the small courtyard with pines and cypresses in the yard. He walked to the courtyard door with a worried heart, raised his hand to knock on the courtyard door, but stopped suddenly when his hand fell halfway.
There was a look of embarrassment on his face, because he suddenly realized that he came empty-handed.
It's really unreasonable to come to the door to become a disciple with empty hands. What's even more embarrassing is that he doesn't have any money with him.
Zhou Jianlai stood in front of the door and looked at both ends of the street. His eyes fell on a stall at the east street entrance. He passed by the stall when he came over and knew that it was a stall selling sesame cakes.
"How about two sesame seed cakes on credit?"
"Too shabby, too perfunctory."
"The gift is not about the price, but the thoughtfulness. It just so happens that lunch time is coming soon. Two fragrant sesame cakes will warm both the belly and the heart."
"Will you be kicked out?"
"Probably not."
Zhou Jianlai was having a fierce battle in his heart, but his feet were very honest, because he found that he was hungry, and the porridge he drank in the morning did not make him hungry at all.
"Old man, how do you sell sesame cakes?" Zhou Jianlai asked with a slightly embarrassed expression as he stood in front of the stall, thinking about how to ask for credit.
"Ten cents each." The stall owner was an old woman, who responded in a slightly hoarse voice.
"So expensive?" Zhou Jianlai was surprised. He had eaten sesame cakes when he was in Baiyun City, and they only cost two or three pennies each.
"Young man, tell me, what is not expensive now?" The old woman put down what she was doing, stood up, pinched her waist with both hands, and looked at Zhou Jianlai with amusement. Maybe it was because of the wind and sun that had been set up all year round, the old woman The complexion is dark, rough, the hair is gray, and the wrinkles on the face are stacked, full of vicissitudes of life. She looked at Zhou Jianlai and smiled and said: "Ten cents per sesame seed cake, if you go outside the city and shout, those refugees will not be happy to call you ancestor."
"Haha, what the old man said is that the boy was rude." Zhou Jianlai smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and asked cautiously: "Old man, I forgot to bring money when I went out. Do you think you can give me a credit first? I'll take the money back and give you two pairs. Times the money.”
"You were planning to go to that house, and then you felt that it was not good to be empty-handed, so you came here to get two sesame seed cakes in your hands, right?" The old woman asked with a smile, and then added: "I saw them all."
"Ah haha" Zhou Jianlai was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but he was too busy talking. When his scalp hardened, he was no longer embarrassed and said: "The old man has a sharp eye, can you be kind and help this kid?" A bunch?"
