The first month of the sophomore year in high school passed quickly amid the intense study life and undercurrent of rumors. All the students could finally take a break.
The National Day holiday is here!
Today, Lin Yi was rare and did not lie down at home. Instead, he came to the intersection of Beishan Road and Gushan Road, fully dressed.
Where is this?
This is the broken bridge where Xu Xian held an umbrella for White Snake.
Behind Lin Yi is the former residence of Prince Chiang. Not far from Beishan Road, there is the Temple of King Yue who served the country loyally.
Along the Baidi, you can see the "Autumn Moon on Pinghu", one of the ten scenic spots in Qiantang, at the foot of the Gushan Mountain. On the back mountain stands the tomb of Lin Bu, the "Plum Wife and Hezi".
Across the lake, in the distance is the Pavilion in the middle of the lake where Zhang Dai once saw snow, not to mention the famous Su Causeway.
Oh, Meizhuang should also have lived in a pair of immortal heroes who played the harp and the flute together.
——Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying.
However, no matter how famous a historical and cultural city you are, the locals usually look down upon it. Lin Yi also met an old Beijinger who had never been to Badaling, the Forbidden City in his life.
So today, he was not in high spirits to explore the ancient world, but an autumn outing organized by Class 14, and they made an appointment to meet here.
During the holidays, one should not have any expectations for the willpower of high school students.
Lin Yi realized that he had arrived early, and it wasn't until almost noon that everyone around him arrived.
It's not accurate to say "Qi", but squad leader Jiang Zixuan finally got angry:
"No wait, no wait, love will come or not!"
She turned around and walked away first, muttering something in her mouth, "I knew it was unorganized and undisciplined..."
In short, in the end, only the sparse "rabble" of numbers 20 and 30 were left to follow the steps of the monitor and classmate, slowly hanging not far behind her.
The goal of Class 14 today was not what I just mentioned. After walking a few steps along Beishan Road, they turned around and climbed up the steps on the right side of the road.
Their target was Baoshi Mountain at the northern foot of West Lake.
Although they had deliberately avoided the most popular "Manlong Guiyu" scenic spot in this season and left it to travelers from far away, they found that they still underestimated the flow of people here.
On the narrow stone steps, people going up the mountain crowded together, and from time to time they passed by a few tourists coming down the mountain with trekking poles.
Never go to West Lake during holidays.
Lin Yi firmly remembered this lesson.
In numbers come numbers.
This group of male and female high school students, who have been immersed in the mountains of books and topics in the small classroom for a long time, shuttle among the trees, occasionally overlooking the lake in the distance, and find a sense of relaxation and joy in the fresh air of nature.
Jiang Zixuan seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and began to take the lead in singing loudly. What she sang was:
"The beauty of the West Lake is March, the spring rain is like wine, the willows are like smoke,
Destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other, but not destined to be opposite each other, it’s hard to hold hands
After ten years of cultivation, you can travel in the same boat; after a hundred years of cultivation, you can sleep together on the same pillow
If in a thousand years there is good fortune and white heads and one heart in front of us..."
The era when the classic Huangmei Opera version of "The Legend of the White Snake" was aired was when the TV station was at its greatest influence, not to mention that the Legend of the White Snake was originally a Lin'an folk tale.
The students who can sing have already begun to respond loudly, and those who can't sing can also hum a few words in a low voice. The atmosphere in the team finally becomes cheerful.
After they finished singing "Du Qing", they continued to sing "A Thousand Years of Waiting Once Again". Baoshi Mountain is not a high mountain at all, and they soon arrived at the foot of Baochu Pagoda.
It is said that the Baochu Pagoda was built more than a thousand years ago during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. It has been rebuilt several times in the past dynasties. The current tower was actually rebuilt in the 22nd year of the Republic of China.
There are various theories about how Baochu Pagoda got its name. The most widely circulated one is that it is related to Qian Chu, the last king of Wuyue Kingdom.
During the Five Dynasties, the Central Plains was plagued by military disasters and the ten kingdoms continued to attack. Only the Wuyue Kingdom, which was in a corner of peace, did not use weapons and rested with the people.
After the mutiny of Chen Qiao, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, he had already unified the world after several campaigns in the south and the north. In order to end the troubled times, the King of Wu and Yue voluntarily accepted the territory and returned to the Song Dynasty.
Then, Qian Chu was detained as soon as he entered Bianliang.
The people of Lin'an were grateful for Qian's achievements in protecting the country and the people for decades, so they called the tower on Baoshi Mountain "Baochu Tower", which meant wishing him peace.
The mountain is a good mountain, and the tower is also a good tower.
However, I couldn't help but someone started to act like a monster.
"The Qian family has a long history and luxuriant branches. It has been ranked second among the hundred surnames since the Song Dynasty. My family is the direct descendant of King Qian Zhongyi, and there is a genealogy to prove it..."
With this smug tone, Lin Yi didn't even have to look up. Unsurprisingly, it was classmate Qian Jiahao.
While other students tended to ignore him, he could still talk endlessly on his own. His psychological quality in a one-man show was definitely impressive.
"Damn it, just because your ancestors are awesome doesn't mean you are awesome, what's the point of being arrogant!"
Of course, the one who chatted so straightforwardly was classmate Li Wuchao, the dirty-talking guy.
Others had similar thoughts:
The Qian family of Zhijiang is certainly a well-known family with numerous talents who have contributed to the country in ancient times and today.
But what does this have to do with you, Qian Jiahao?
Genealogy is just that, especially those compiled in recent years. This Mr. Qian is just trying to follow the dragon and the phoenix.
If Lin Yi wanted to try this trick when he became famous in the future, he might find that his family could trace Lin Chong, the leader of the Eight Hundred Thousand Forbidden Army, to the Song Dynasty.
"Why."
Old Xiong patted Lin Yi and pointed toward him covertly, meaning "Lin Yi beat him up."
He didn't do it on his own because he recently discovered that Lin Yizhen was obviously good at martial arts.
It has indeed grown, a full twelve years.
Lin Yi thought for a moment and asked in a casual tone: "Speaking of this king, do you know which of the ancient emperors I admire the most?"
Lao Xiong understood and started to follow: "Which one?"
Their voices were neither loud nor quiet, but could be heard by the surrounding classmates.
"Of course it's Zhu Yuanzhang, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty."
"Appreciate further details."
"Master Hongwu started with a dog-beating stick, and left behind a great Ming Dynasty, a grass-headed emperor, with nothing to gain, how powerful is it?"
"Oh, awesome!" Old Xiong extended a thumbs up professionally.
"But that's not the most admirable thing about him. Do you know what is the most admirable thing about him?"
Lao Xiong asked sincerely: "How to say it?"
"When Taizu of the Ming Dynasty ascended the throne, some ministers told him that the emperor couldn't help you with your background. I found an ancestor for you."
"From now on, you are the great-great-great-grandson of Zhu Zi, the man who wrote the Four Books. I guarantee that the genealogy will be done safely for you!"
"Hey, we found it far enough!" Old Bear was already happy.
"What did Zhu Yuanzhang say?" Lin Yi gave up here and paused.
"He said that I was born a beggar and had been a monk. Three generations of my ancestors were farmers who couldn't read a single word."
"Zhu Xi wants to be my ancestor. Did he take care of my food when I was hungry?"
"Hahahahaha..."
Li Wuchao was the first to burst into laughter, and the meaning of his words was already obvious.
Lin Yi and Lao Xiong were still very professional. They looked at each other and decided to officially end everything from beginning to end.
"So what does this story tell us?"
"Don't show off under the tower, you may get struck by lightning."
knock off.
Only then did the other students around laugh out loud. Those who hadn't heard from a little further away asked about it and were told what had happened. The mountain was suddenly filled with happy air.
Qian Jiahao was standing not far away and heard clearly. He wanted to fight back but he knew that his popularity was far behind that of Lin Yi and Lao Xiong and no one would help him.
He was bored and walked away.
This was just a small episode in today's journey. The students in Class 14 took a rest and quickly continued to move forward.
They passed by a stone tablet with the words "Gemstone Liuxia" written on it, turned to the north side of the mountain, and descended the mountain from the side of Huanglong Sports Center.
After eating something at Golden Arch Gate, Lin Yi declined the invitation to sing with them at the nearby Marke KTV and got on the bus home alone.
He sat on the high seat in the back row, opened the car window, and let the autumn wind outside the window flow in as the car drove, blowing on his face, and hummed a tune that was completely out of tune: