The courtyard houses in Jinghua City are famous throughout the world.
Every large or small courtyard has its own legend. Of course, there are also many people who have never been to Beijing and have never lived in a courtyard. They admire the name of the courtyard and place many beautiful imaginations on it, or read books
, or see pictures, or watch movies, leaving some shadows of the courtyard house, and often send infinite longings. Mr. Tao Yuanming, who did not give up for five buckets of rice, finally found a paradise (of course, the reason why he could not give up for five buckets of rice)
The family has 50,000 buckets of rice to support themselves...) The poem goes: All the birds appreciate their support, and I also love my house.
People share the same mentality and principles. On the wandering road of life, who doesn’t want to have a stable and quiet home? Siheyuan, no matter big or small, live with the door closed, and you can’t see the outside, and there is no need inside.
Looking outside, you have no regrets with others, no fights with the world, quiet and peaceful, which is an ideal home. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, and even a few decades ago, there were countless people in Beijing who settled down and settled down in countless courtyards.
, raising young children and supporting the elderly, from babies to adults, from black heads to white hairs, enjoying life in peace year after generation.
With the pace of the times, the appearance of the city is changing faster and faster. All new ones replace the old, and all eras replace the old. Siheyuan will also be replaced by more and more concrete buildings.
Instead, the quiet, simple, ancient courtyard houses that can represent the style of Beijing must be becoming less and less, and the existing ones are becoming more and more dilapidated, and becoming less and less practical.
However, under the remnants of the world-famous Xiangshan Mountain, along a narrow but quiet asphalt road, passing by more than a dozen towering skyscrapers, and about half an hour's drive away, there are more than a dozen antique buildings preserved.
The complete courtyard is surrounded by lush green woods, and the blue-grey walls are looming in the gaps between the trees. If it weren't for the "Tourists Stopped" sign under the woods beside the road, and there were dozens of expressionless people along the way.
If plainclothes men with cold expressions stand on both sides, I believe the citizens of Jinghua City will definitely like this elegant place suitable for morning exercise.
Now, a very ordinary black Hongqi car slowly approached and came under the tourist stop sign. The brown glass silently rolled down. The driver stretched out his hand and handed a pass to the two plainclothes people who came over. One of them
One of them took it, first looked at the license plate and then carefully verified the pass. Then he straightened his feet slightly, raised his hand in a salute, and then waved his hand to signal his companion to step back.
The window was rolled up again, and the car continued to move forward slowly until it reached the courtyard in the middle. Then it stopped. A young woman in her twenties got out of the car, wearing a goose-yellow tunic dress.
Her skin is whiter and more delicate. At first glance, she is not very beautiful, but she seems to exude a temperament that is heart-warming, especially the slightly raised corners of her mouth, which carries a sense of rebellion and arrogance. But this rebellion
The pride disappeared when he walked into the main house in the courtyard, replaced by a playful and uncontrollable happiness.
"Uncle, you are finally willing to come back and have a look." As soon as she opened the bamboo curtain, she saw a middle-aged and elderly man who couldn't tell his age sitting at the top of the Eight Immortals Table, and she stepped in with an excited step.
, said coquettishly: "Uncle, you always said you would come back to see Yingxia when you have time, but you have made Yingxia wait for nearly two months, and you don't keep your words..."
"Welcome the summer!" A middle-aged man sitting in the horizontal position saw his little daughter being so presumptuous towards the General Secretary of China. He couldn't help scolding her: "She's so old and she's not too young, your uncle."
How many big things do you have to do when you have so many things to do? Do you think you can be like you, running around crazy every day..."
"Dad, you just love to talk about people..." The woman pouted her pretty little mouth and came to the middle-aged and elderly man at the head of the Eight Immortals Table like a baby, grabbed his hand and shook it: "Uncle, you have to take care of you.
This younger brother, he always loves to teach Ying Xia..."
Before Yingxia's father could glare at her and tell her that she was neither old nor young, the middle-aged and elderly man smiled, raised his hand and touched her hair lovingly: "My Yingxia is right, your father has loved Zheng'er since he was a child.
The Eight Classics are not lovable at all. Don’t be afraid, as long as uncle is here, Yingxia can make any trouble."
"Brother, Yingxia is already 22 and is no longer a child. You can't always pamper her." Yingxia's father persuaded her with a wry smile.
"Haha, after all, she is also a child... Third child, you are too serious. No wonder you got the nickname of Cold-faced God in the military area." At this time, a middle-aged and elderly man sitting at the bottom of the Eight Immortals table also laughed.
Let's talk.
Seeing that her two uncles were doting on her, Yingxia naughtily stuck out her tongue at her father Song Lanyue, then turned to ask her second uncle Song Lanchuan: "Second uncle, is Sister Fengdong here?"
Song Lanchuan, who is now the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Quang Dong Province, pretended to be jealous and said angrily: "Look at you little girl. When you come here, you come to see your sister Fengdong. Why, you don't like to be with your two uncles?"
"It's just a few old men, what's there to do..." Yingxia muttered in a low voice.
"Stinky girl, what are you talking about?" Song Lanyue glared, and Song Yingxia was so frightened that she quickly leaned closer to her uncle Song Lanjiang and said coquettishly: "Uncle, look at this. Dad always looks like this when he sees me.
.”
Song Lanjiang, General Secretary of China, who is in his mid-60s and looks about 45 years old, laughed and said: "Little girl, beating is a kiss and a scolding is love..."
"Tch..." Song Yingxia protracted her voice, pretending to be disdainful and said: "Uncle, has he also learned how to speak young people? I won't play with you anymore. I'm going to find Sister Fengdong. Is she in Courtyard No. 7?"
"Go quickly. Since you know she is in Courtyard No. 7, why not go quickly?" Song Lanyue said with a frown.
"I'm here to see my uncle, not an old man like you..."
Before Song Lanyue raised his hand as if to strike, Song Yingxia turned around lightly, opened the curtain and ran out, leaving only a string of crisp laughter.
"This girl..." Song Lanyue shook his head and sighed: "She is as ignorant as a child at such an old age..."
"I mean, Third Brother, you, this cold-faced god, have to try to change your appearance when you go home, otherwise you won't be able to support your old age when the summer comes, haha..." Song Lanchuan's joke made Song Lanyue stunned.
But then he and Song Lanjiang started laughing together.
After the guard brought three cups of Pu'er tea, Song Lanjiang coughed lightly and said, "Third brother, I asked the second child to come all the way from Guangdong to Beijing this time. What happy event happened that we can't talk about on the phone?
"
"Eldest brother, second brother." Song Lanyue picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He raised his head and his face returned to solemnity: "Do you still remember that incident thirty years ago?"
"Thirty years ago?" Song Lanchuan asked in confusion: "What happened thirty years ago? It was during the Cultural Revolution, and something happened every day... Ah, you are not talking about the Lanxia thing, are you?!"
Later, his tone suddenly became more serious: "Do you know the whereabouts of Lan Xia?"
When I heard about the fourth sister Song Lanxia who had been missing for thirty years, even Song Lanjiang, who was the general secretary of the world's third largest country and had encountered countless major events, trembled when he picked up the tea cup, opened his eyes wide and breathed a little.
He asked hurriedly: "Lao San, is this true?"
"Big brother and second brother," Song Lanyue didn't answer anything, but carefully took out a green ring from his pocket and placed it gently on the table: "You... still remember this ring, right?"
"Jasper finger snap!"
Song Lanjiang and Song Lanchuan looked at each other. Song Lanjiang picked up the ring and brought it to his eyes, looked at it carefully several times, and murmured: "Pegasus shoots through the snow to shoot the wolf. How could I not remember the ancestral tradition of our old Song family?"
Where is this flying wolf ring? I didn’t expect that after thirty years, I would be able to see it once..."
The wrench finger was worn on the hand during archery in ancient times and was used to put it on the thumb. When drawing the bow, the bow string was inserted into the deep groove on the back to prevent the thumb from being strangled. The wrench first appeared in the Shang Dynasty and was popular from the Warring States to the Western Han Dynasty, but in the later
The original function gradually weakened and it evolved into a men's decoration.
Most of the wrench rings worn by ordinary people are made of white jade. However, in terms of quality, the superior ones and the inferior ones are comparable at first glance, but they are completely different in their bones. The aristocratic wrench rings are made of jade.
It is the best choice, with different colors and different patterns, full green and as clear as water, which is extremely valuable, and people who are not nobles would not dare to wear it easily. It is judged by its size and thickness, and it can be divided into civil and military. The military pull finger is mostly plain.
There are more inscribed verses or patterns on the outer wall.
This wrench is engraved with seven small characters that cannot be more trivial, but they are clear at a glance: Pegasus walks through the snow and shoots the wolf.
According to the legend of the old people of the Song family, Guo Ziyi, a general under Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, had merit in driving away the barbarians. Since he was both civil and military, he had a jade craftsman make this engraved finger as a reward. It was not until the sixth year of the second year of Jianyuan (781) in Dezong's reign.
On the 10th of the month, Guo Ziyi passed away at the age of 85. The eldest son Guo Yao turned around and rewarded this flying wolf to Song Hun, the ancestor of the Song family who saved his life.
...) This ring has been regarded as a family heirloom in the old Song family and has been passed down from generation to generation for more than a thousand years. It was almost destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. Fortunately, Song Lanxia, the youngest daughter of the Song family at that time, tied it up with a red headband.
, as a small hair ornament, tied to the big braids that girls had in that era, this is how this thousand-year-old ring ring has been preserved.
Seeing this finger snap, the three brothers of the Song family thought of their little sister Song Lanxia, who was doing it for the entire Song family, but what she did at that time was considered rebellious. If she hadn't bravely stood up and admitted those big words that seemed to be *** at the time.
The newspaper was posted on the street by her, covering up the three brothers of the Song family who were the real perpetrators. They had inherited it from the people of the Revolutionary Committee. How could the old Song family be where it is today?
Thinking of this sad history, Song Lanjiang, as the dignified General Secretary of the country, his eyes flashed and his voice was slightly choked as he said: "It has been thirty years. No matter how hard we searched afterwards, there was no news about her. Just
Even her parents thought she was no longer alive. In fact...she didn't want to see us!" Thinking of the situation at that time, the entire Song family actually let a girl in her prime go out to deal with the disaster. No wonder Song Lanjiang felt guilty, and
No wonder Song Lanxia no longer goes home to recognize her relatives.
The atmosphere in the room became depressing for a while.
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