The sun was so bright that it was a bit dazzling. Hou Lan was startled by Guan Yun's shout from behind. She turned around to look, but was blinded by the sun. She blocked the sun with her hands and took a closer look. She saw a few meters away.
There was a tall man, his whole body bathed in the sun, shining with golden light, walking towards her like the wind.
The scene when she first met Guan Yun was fixed in Hou Lan's mind. When she recalled the scene of first meeting many years later, she still remembered it vividly.
"Are you the little devil Guan Yun?" Hou Lan, who was wearing a light blue dress and a ponytail, had curious questions in her big eyes as bright as gems.
The appearance is just like a bunch of calla lilies swaying in the summer breeze, fresh and natural, with a long aftertaste.
Hou Lan's forehead is slightly wider, her chin is slightly pointed, and her entire face is lively and lively. Coupled with her fresh lily-like temperament and slim waist, she really has an eye-catching beauty.
If Xia Lai's beauty is fragility and Wen Lin's beauty is fitness, then Hou Lan's beauty is a combination of Xia Lai and Wen Lin. Take three parts of Xia Lai's fragility and four parts of Wen Lin's fitness, plus
Three-thirds of her own slender figure, Hou Lan's first impression in Guan Yun's eyes was like a phoenix-tailed bamboo on the riverside, standing gracefully on one side of the water.
But... hearing that he became the little devil in the world in Hou Lan's mouth, Guan Yun shook his head and smiled: "The little devil in the world? Who gave me such an image of a nickname?"
"I started it. What's wrong? Do you have any opinions?" Hou Lan smiled sweetly and tilted his head to look at Guan Yun a few times. He saw that Guan Yun in front of him was only wearing a simple shirt and trousers, but he exuded a calm and calm air.
His temperament was like that of a man who had fought against strong winds and waves and remained calm after all the worldly events. She couldn't help but secretly marveled at it. It was also strange. Guan Yun was born as a commoner. Why did Guan Yun seem to be more calm and composed compared to the first son Zhang Xuantai?
More calm and measured.
"If you say you don't have any opinions at all, it's definitely a lie. But if you say you have a lot of opinions, it's also not true." Guan Yun laughed. After one round, he almost figured out Hou Lan's method. Hou Lan had a simple mind.
, unsophisticated and quick-tongued, it saved him a lot of thought, "I want to ask you, why do you say I am a little devil?"
"Because, because..." Hou Lan couldn't explain the reason. He tilted his head and bit his finger again, "Anyway, from the various legends I heard and saw, you have the image of a bad person.
, you are so bad, and because you are young, I privately nicknamed you the Little Devil, hehe."
"Okay, if you call me the Little Devil, then I am." Guan Yun waved his hand magnanimously, "A nickname is no big deal, even if you call me the Great Devil, it doesn't matter."
"I didn't expect you to be quite generous, which is different from the legend." Hou Lan became more and more curious about Guan Yun, "You wouldn't say it's okay on the surface, but then give me a nickname behind your back, right?"
"No, absolutely not." Guan Yun always smiled easily, "Rebuke yourself with a heart that blames others, forgive others with a heart of forgiveness, and be consistent in words and deeds, not words."
One sentence made Hou Lan look at Guan Yun with admiration. She was stunned for a while, and suddenly stretched out her hand to Guan Yun: "Hello Guan Yun, I am Hou Lan."
Guan Yun held Hou Lan's petite but powerful hand, nodded slightly, with a humble yet enthusiastic attitude: "Hello Hou Lan, I am Guan Yun."
The moment Guan Yun and Hou Lan shook hands, no one could realize what kind of beginning it would be and what a far-reaching impact it would have.
Su Moyu smiled like a flower on the side, and was deeply satisfied with the effect of Guan Yun and Hou Lan's first meeting. She and Hou Lan had been in contact for more than a month.
Guan Yun came to the appointment alone. Originally, he did not plan to meet Hou Lan at first, but after some careful consideration, he felt that it was better for him to come forward in person. After all, Su Moyu was not a member of the officialdom, and she was not completely
They don't know how to use Hou Lan to open the gap in the first construction of Beicheng, or they don't know how to intervene skillfully.
If Qi Angyang were to come forward, the target would be too big, and it would easily arouse the other party's vigilance. Although Guan Yun is the first secretary of the Huangliang Municipal Party Committee, he must be on Zhang Xiantai's list, but after all, his level is still low, and he will not be Zhang Xiantai's focus.
object.
Guan Yun, Su Moyu on the left and Hou Lan on the right, accompanied by two beauties, were enjoying the Huangliang dream. Guan Yun was familiar with the allusion of Huangliang dream, but Hou Lan only knew one but not the other, so he asked Guan Yun to tell it.
She listens.
"It is said that in the Tang Dynasty, a Taoist named Lu Weng met a scholar named Lu when he was passing by Huangliang Meng. During the conversation, Lu Sheng revealed his yearning for glory and wealth. Lu Weng advised Lu Sheng that glory and wealth are not enough.
It’s just a fleeting thing. The most important thing in life is to feel at ease and be happy at the moment, rather than pursuing the illusory prosperity of the world. Lu Weng’s words could not move Lu Sheng’s desire for fame and wealth. When Lu Weng saw this, he smiled and took out
I gave Lu Sheng a pillow so that he could have a good sleep. Lu Sheng didn’t know why, but he happened to be sleepy, so he took the pillow and fell asleep.”
Hou Lan was fascinated by what he heard, and stared at Guan Yun without blinking: "Little devil, I didn't expect you to be good at telling stories. I didn't know there was such a magical legend in this place. It is said that there is such a profound story."
Cultural heritage, tourism shouldn’t be like this?”
Hou Lan is right. Although Huangliangmeng is a tourist place, there are very few tourists. Including Guan Yun and the other three, there are only a dozen people in total. But then again, Huangliangmeng does not have much to do, although there are obvious reasons.
It is a complex of buildings in the Qing architectural style, and the temple is shaded by red walls, lush green trees, rippling blue waves, and smoke. It combines the tranquility of the Taoist temples in the north and the beauty of the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River. However, compared with the reputation of Huangliang Yimeng
, it still doesn’t live up to its name.
It’s not that the scenic spots are not good enough, or that they are not famous enough, or they don’t know how to make use of the existing resources to make a big fuss. In other words, it’s because the people in power don’t pay enough attention to the tourism industry and haven’t found an entry point to deeply explore Huangliang’s tourism resources.
Huangliang's tourism industry has been in a state of limbo.
It should be said that during Jiang Xuesong's tenure, Huangliang's tourism did not improve. It is not that Jiang Xuesong cannot see the prospects of tourism, but that in comparison, the development of tourism is too slow to bear fruit, and it is far less effective than the development of other industries.
The benefits can be seen quickly. Fortunately, Jiang Xuesong’s idea of Historical and Cultural City and Idiom Story Palace actually pave the way for Huangliang’s future tourism.
If the tourism industry in Huangliang will take off one day in the future, then Guan Yun can proudly say that Jiang Xuesong contributed a lot, and he was also lucky enough to be among the people who made history.
Guan Yun smiled and did not answer Hou Lan's question, but continued to tell his story.
"While Lu Sheng was lying on the pillow, Lu Weng cooked a pot of millet porridge. While fanning the fire, he nodded and smiled at him. In Lu Weng's meaningful smile, Lu Sheng felt sleepy, and his eyes
As soon as he closed it, he fell asleep. But the strange thing was that as soon as Lu Sheng fell asleep, he heard the sound of carriages and horses outside. He ran outside and saw that it was a letter from his family asking him to go home. He immediately got on the carriage.
, and went all the way back home.”
"Only when he got home did he find out that his wife had given birth to a son for him. Lu Sheng was very happy. He was a father for the first time and couldn't help himself. He waited for his wife and children at home. After a while, he felt that a man could not be content with the status quo, so he said goodbye to his family and entered the country.
I rushed to Beijing to take the exam. After the first exam, I passed the gold medal, and was appointed by the emperor to become the county magistrate."
"Lu Sheng was very diligent when he was the county magistrate, and he was promoted to the magistrate a few years later. During his tenure as the magistrate, he managed the water and soil, and won the praise of the people. Later he was transferred back to the capital, and became a capital official that everyone envied.
Years later, a border war broke out. Lu Sheng was sent to guard the border and drove away the enemy troops. He achieved great success and achieved a first-class official position."
"Lu Sheng was an extremely humane minister, enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world and gathering countless honors, which aroused the jealousy of his colleagues. In the end, he was falsely accused and imprisoned, and was almost executed. Later, he was exiled to a remote place, and his life reached a low point.
.A few years later, he was re-appointed by the emperor and promoted to a noble position again. At this time, Lu Sheng had a high status, a grand and prominent reputation, and was unparalleled for a while. It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of his life. "
"However, the good times did not last long. A few years later, Lu Sheng became seriously ill and died. When he was dying, he was lying in bed looking back on his life. He found that his life was busy with ups and downs, but in the end it was all in vain. All the fame, fortune, glory and wealth were just passing smoke.
, when he was lying on the bed unable to move, he looked out the window, the green mountains in the distance were still there, the sunset was still red, it was right and wrong, success or failure turned his head away, the green mountains were still there, the sunset was red several times... Life is like a dream that cannot be pursued.
, Iron Horse Soldiers River, the ups and downs of life are just like the rolling water of the Yangtze River passing eastward."
"Lu Sheng closed his eyes. When he thought he was dead, he felt his body swaying and woke up again. When he opened his eyes, it turned out that he was still lying on Lu Weng's pillow, and Lu Weng's millet porridge was not cooked yet.
The fragrance of rice overflowed, and he was shocked. It turned out that the glory in his life just now was just a dream. Lu Sheng was frustrated for a long time, and then he bowed to Lu Weng and thanked him.
The truth, the situation of life and death, are all fully understood..."
Guan Yun stood under a big tree that had gone through vicissitudes of life and patted the trunk with his hand: "This is the story of Huang Liang Yimeng. Just like this big tree, it has witnessed so many changes and so many changes over the past hundreds of years.
Great men are born and die, and it still stands.”
"Yes, I understand." Hou Lan nodded, "You mean, in fact, a person is worse than a tree, right?"
Guan Yun laughed silently. After laughing, he suddenly changed the topic and said with a hint of chill: "I want to say that once Beicheng is built in Yan Province and the pace of expansion is too fast, it will lead to an unstable foundation, and eventually it will be with the Yan Province.
Lu Sheng's Huangliang is like a dream. Sooner or later, Yan Province will be defeated. Do you think I am right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and give rewards. You
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