In 20 19 (Jihai), beginning of autumn, all parts of the country were actively carrying out the campaign to eliminate evils and achieved certain results. There is a breeze in the morning, and it is raining in Mao Mao.
Venue: Jiangsu Yuan Tea World.
[curtain: this kind of tea market is not uncommon in the yuan dynasty. A few decades ago, people in the original market kept going back and forth, running around, and didn't dislike it. People who set up stalls here to buy fruits and vegetables have worked hard in their own fields, which is absolutely green and pollution-free. After shopping for half a minute, there will be some eye-catching objects that will make you unable to move. Before you give up, you must buy them as souvenirs. Or clay porcelain dolls, or bamboo-woven paper kites, or hand-carved wooden jewelry, or ink fans held by literati, or patterned flowers from cloth vendors. If you are tired, there is a shed selling tea not far away. You can sit and rest your feet and have a bowl of unique and fragrant tea. It is advisable to wait for the years to be quiet. If you are hungry again, order a bowl of porridge rice with ingredients from all directions (the new method developed by the stall owner is called "porridge", which is worth thousands of miles because it doesn't look delicious. This is just an attempt. In short, this is the most lively and mixed place in the city, and it won't be too emotional to stroll for a long time.
Here, you can see tourists from thousands of miles away, just to see the antique buildings of various schools. Businessmen from all over the world will gather here to discuss what goods can be sold at a price and make plans for the coming year. There are also many craftsmen who are resident, or rent shops or set up stalls on the spot. If you are a good person, this is definitely the best choice-all kinds of gossip, everything. What are the price fluctuations in the fruit and vegetable market, what are the fascinating tourist attractions, what is the price of "three yuan for one, ten yuan for three", and what mobile phone software is there to write dreams. It is necessary to classify this place as a class, which is a microcosm of society!
What we are talking about now is such an exposition.
Standing not far away, you can see three characters of Yuan Tea World and a stone arch bridge named Forget Sichuan. After a while, Ryder restaurant will come into view, which is a big restaurant with sandalwood as the main structure. If you are lucky, you will also see storytellers near Forgotten Bridge, which is a traditional market. In addition, there are some shops selling various styles of goods, or vendors who set up stalls at the scene. Posting slogans of "speak freely" everywhere caters to the right of freedom of speech in the new era.
[A few pedestrians, wearing backpacks and caps, are taking pictures around with their mobile phones, which is very noisy; Although I can't say the exact name, it is also true and interesting. There are several pedestrians, but I can't name them. They sat on the stone bench next to the Forgotten River Bridge, and heard that the scholars talked about ancient and modern things. Or if you look closely again, you can find two people walking in tandem-Zheng Xiaoxiao and Jian Xiaoshu, who are talking enthusiastically. Watching the scene of cannibalism, they should be talking endlessly about the future of German restaurants.
Today is normal, but it is also different in peacetime. More unusual. If it's really normal, it's estimated that nothing can be written to provoke the plot-it's all scribbled, right, it's shoddy. But if it is really false, it will lead to some vague plots that are usually written, and then it will turn decay into magic and become an interesting article in three to five hours. This truth, fiction and fact is the ordinary itself, and it is unusual.
[Zhang Chen walks slowly by the river, feeling the oath he made here.
[Almost Mr Seems to be in a hurry, and hurried back to make tea for Yuan.
[The tramp hunched over with a sack, dressed in dusty rags and unkempt, picked up the plastic bottles and cans that pedestrians threw on the ground.
The tramp is in such a hurry that he must have something on his mind when he sees you walking back and forth! (Straightening up, holding a plastic bottle in his hand) Why don't you talk to me to solve that frown.
I almost know I have something on my mind, but I don't want to play in such a hurry.
Tramps have existed since ancient times, but some people have nothing to do with their food. It's all fancy activities to attract others' attention (pointing) But no matter how you think, you won't fall into their team and ask for that boring thing. From this, it is concluded that the heart is floating and can't calm down.
Listening almost (doubtfully) to Mr. Wang's words and deeds is not what I saw before my eyes. There is also a meaning of "hiding in downtown without making people feel, avoiding fame and wealth and enjoying leisure". You must be a character.
A tramp is just a poor man who has read some broken books. What a character! (rummaging through books hidden in clothes) Well, I pick up garbage on weekdays and spend most of my time just reading some books picked up by cats in a cool place. Occasionally, I will go to Ryder's restaurant and ask for a bowl of porridge. This life is very comfortable!
Almost if I were as optimistic as you, I wouldn't be trapped by life and upset all kinds of dross. (Sighs) I can't get rid of it, but I can only watch it willingly until the body is destroyed.
Why didn't you tell me, tramp?
Almost. I'm worried about someone I can hear. It doesn't hurt to say it. (Soothes his brow, finds a seat everywhere, and sits down on the spot) Well, I have to start with that letter the other day. ...
That's more like it, sir I want to go to Ryder's restaurant. But who knows, the door is still closed, and it is not time to open it. But it's already open for business at this time, so I won't wait until then. Impatient Mr Almost paced back and forth and entered the world of Yuan tea. As for the letter, we have to turn to Jane's notebook.
The storyteller (holding a fan) said that everything in the world is not what people want; When you speak your mind, there are tears in your words. According to the original process, it should be continued from the last book. But today, I want to do the opposite and tell you a story I heard recently. (Opera accent) How about this? How's it going?
Pedestrian A: In my opinion, I'd better continue what I said in the last book. What happened after that? I can't sleep at night and don't think about tea and rice. (Pointing at his eyes) Look, my dark circles are coming out. I really want to hear it.
Pedestrian B: I think the new story is more attractive. Besides, Mr Wang Can won't come here, so you can come whenever you want. Why not spend money on a bowl of porridge and order a rare one?
Pedestrian A: This is absolutely unacceptable. I have to go to Ryder's restaurant for porridge later!
Pedestrian b seems to have settled the situation, and no one seems to be fighting for it. (Looking at the storyteller) Sir, follow your heart as you wish.
A storyteller can't say much in front of him. If you really spend money on porridge, you may not be able to follow the list I wrote. (Smile) Everything follows the mood, everything follows the heart, everything follows the heart!
[Just then, I saw Mr. Mi Miao climbing over the eaves and coming to the storyteller's desk like lightning.
Mr Mimi, meow, meow. (rubbing the storyteller's hand and begging for touch) meow, ow, ow ~.
In the eyes of storytellers, our Mr Mimi also wants to listen to this bad old man's story. (pointing to Mr Mimi) Then stop rambling and listen to me, everyone present!
Mr. meow meow.
Looking from the southeast, the storyteller saw a stone arch bridge named "Forgotten River". As for the origin of this name, it goes back many years. At that time, it wasn't called Yuan Tea World. To be exact, it didn't even have a decent name. Not to mention the lively market today, it is a relatively deserted land. Although there is a river for nearby families to fish for a living, it also brings a lot of inconvenience. There are also a small number of fishermen who start to ferry across the river to make a living, but they can also earn some money to support their families. After the local government built a large number of buildings, the bridge was completed for the sustainable development of the economy. Because the river rushes across the shore, it is named "Wangchuan"; Later, it was changed to "forget Sichuan" to warn future generations not to forget the hard work of predecessors in building bridges. Now this stone arch bridge has been turned over and over, but its name has never changed.
[Jane stops on the forgotten river bridge and looks thoughtfully at the rushing river.
Jane, it turns out that this forgotten river bridge has such a history! (thoughtfully) After hearing what you said, my state the other day is even more irrelevant. After writing articles for several years, I really took myself seriously. I'm short-sighted, short-sighted!
When I knew what you said, I was afraid that I was wrong again. (looking at Jane's little book) Your talent is obvious to all of us, and it won't be fake. Otherwise, the storyteller will not accept you as an apprentice. Young people should be energetic, enterprising and explosive, and should challenge authority. Nothing will be lost by saying something irresponsible.
Jane's little book sometimes, somehow, falls into endless hesitation. I can't walk out of the strange circle that binds my hands and feet, and I can't enter the real heart; It's been floating, and it's hard not to get up or down. There is darkness ahead, no light and no hope. When I want to take the first step, I don't know whether it is the opposite or drifting away. This is probably the common fault of literary creators, who are struggling to find the motivation of life and gradually denying themselves.
It did happen when I was a child, but it was also a feeling. At least, during this illusory time, I was crazy about it. (Holding the stone pier) At this thought, it seems that there is a story circulating on the Forgotten River Bridge. When literature is no longer pure literature, it loses the right to love at this time, and dark clouds are gathering. Who can stand that sense of helplessness!
Jane's short story about the forgotten river bridge? (Expecting) Can you tell me something about it? No, I can also be the next writing material. I haven't been inspired for days, and the world hasn't been updated. Although not many people think this is true, they still have a glimmer of hope. In case, in case you can get ahead!
Zheng Xiao, do you really want to hear it?
Jane, how can it be fake?
Not as good as your teacher said, not so vivid. If I have to listen, I'll bite the bullet and say it. Don't laugh after listening, just chat casually on weekdays and entertain yourself.
Jane xiaoshuhang. (Nodding)
After the completion of this "Wangchuan Bridge", people on both sides of the strait are eager to leave, which also drives the local economy. Sometimes, I can see vendors selling their own fruits and vegetables here. But most of the time, there are only busy pedestrians here. But if you cross this bridge every day to buy goods on the other side, you will see a genius who died young, reading this book heartily in his hand. And not long after, I met a beautiful woman and sold some flowers picked on this bridge. In fact, at that time, everyone was whispering that it was a perfect match for a woman. Guess what, it took about a month or two to go back and forth like this, and as people talked, they got closer and closer.
Jane's little book. What happened afterwards? They're married?
It is only because the weather doesn't want people to, that the children are late. The young talent really got into the heart and found a matchmaker to propose to the woman's house. But this is not an easy thing, and it has been rejected by the woman's family, saying that she is a poor scholar and has little money. Out of helplessness and out of love, I had to choose the road of elopement. But in the end, I was arrested, scolded in public, and never let them meet again. After that, the gifted scholar who died in his lifetime will still come to this "Wangchuan Bridge" and continue reading with books in his hands. It's just that the woman selling flowers has disappeared, and there is less discussion after dinner.
Jane (sighs) It seems that there is really no way out for writing articles. They are all poor.
Being a child can't be generalized, there is always a special existence.
[Zhang Chen walks slowly by the river and sees the forgotten river bridge.
Pedestrians forget Sichuan Bridge? (Looking back) Zhang Chen, what is the origin of this bridge?
Pedestrians build bridges, so what is the origin?
Zhang Chen? Forget Kawahashi, Wang Chuan? Forget Sichuan? (Thinking) I seem to have heard it mentioned somewhere, but I just can't remember it.
Pedestrian c can't remember, so he doesn't want to. Come and take a picture of us as a souvenir.
Pedestrians want me to say that it would be fun to secretly carve "a tour here"!
Pedestrian C, you are so incompetent.
Zhang Chen, I remember. I heard from my elders before. It seems that it was not this "forgetting Sichuan" at that time, but the "looking out". (Holding the camera) Come on, come closer, smile, smile.
[Tramp continues to speak, Mr Almost listens.
Later, the talented young man left, and people never saw him on this bridge again. Shortly after leaving, the woman married a famous local businessman. People are talking about it, saying that he only took money from a rich businessman after his death and broke his waist for five measures of rice. Although it is such a discussion, it is also a day of celebration, and it is gone. This is a quiet day, and the breeze is not dry. Firecrackers are ringing, gongs and drums are loud, and it's very lively. Through the traditional style, the groom and groom rode a white horse with big red flowers to marry the bride, and almost all the villagers in the town witnessed that moment. When the sedan chair was carried across the Wangchuan Bridge, the woman threw away the handkerchief she had held in her hand for a long time and let it float in the wind. Maybe at that moment, a thousand words came to my mind, but I could only hold back my tears. After all, it was her big day.
There is almost such a sad love story on this forgotten river bridge. (Sighs) I always feel that I will bend over for five buckets of rice and give up my love for life. Maybe I don't even have the courage to say elopement, so I can only let things go on.
It is true that tramps are "useless scholars". Might as well pick up garbage. Most of the articles written are just narcissistic and have no practical value at all.
Almost, but that's not decent.
If homeless people can eat decently, I want to be decent.
Almost listening to you is better than studying for ten years. (wry smile) Everyone calls me Mr Almost. It seems that I am still far behind!
[The storyteller said unhurriedly.
After the storyteller, for various reasons, the "Wangchuan" was changed to "Forgetting Sichuan". And this story has faded out of people's talk after dinner. (Touching Mr Mimi) Also in recent days, when I was collecting stories at Ryder's restaurant, I heard a passing passenger say. Also talked about the changes of various styles. I can feel some signs from her words.
Pedestrian a should not be the woman in the story!
Pedestrian B, there is no such coincidence in the world.
Pedestrian a, maybe!
Pedestrian B Anyway, I don't think there is such a coincidence in this world.
Storytellers say it's coincidence or fate. Not to mention, she just heard people say that when she saw me collecting stories, she chatted casually. But if it is really a coincidence, it will be a long time ago to come back here after these years, and where can I find the original feeling? Even that man will probably get married early and have a complete family.
[Near the Wangchuan Bridge, a young man and a woman are talking heartily.
Men? When you meet a girl, you will never be able to study with peace of mind.
Woman? The little girl is just a flower seller. How can she let her husband dream?
Men? The girl looks like a fairy in the sky. Besides, I'm afraid I'm just pretending to sell flowers.
Woman? Since Mr. Wang said so, there is no need for the little girl to hide it. I've heard a lot about Mr. Wang Chuan Bridge. I just met my husband, but I also have a heart.
Men? Will you come tomorrow?
Woman? I don't know
Men? I hope I can fight with the girl's poem tomorrow and say so much.
Woman? Or what?
Men? Then it's not!
Curtains? autumn
Pay tribute to Mr. Lao She's Teahouse, and you will dare to draw a gourd ladle. I just tried the writing form of drama and felt the beauty of literature different from prose, novel and poetry. If there are any shortcomings, please advise!