The night wind blows across the clamoring street, and the old trees swaying slightly in the wind sweep away their branches and leaves.

Amid the noise from outside, the figure who was burying his head and painting took off his brush, stretched his muscles and bones. Looking at the painting in front of him, Lu Liangsheng raised it and spread it out, blew the ink on it, pinched his fingers out of his sleeve to remove the painting, and opened it with a loud bang, throwing it away from the night sky.

"Start the painting!"

The scroll of stroking the night sky burst into magic light, and the corresponding directions of the house were drawn on the paintings, and gradually there were voices.

The scholar looked away, fixed the painting in the night sky, and hid it. Then, he looked at the entrance of the alley and frowned slightly: "What are you going out for? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"I must have seen something delicious on the street and can't walk anymore. You don't know." After the Taoist thorned a paper man in his hand, put it in a pile of paper on the table, then raised his face and looked over there, "It's like I saw a beauty. If I didn't listen to the words, where are you going?"

Lu Liangsheng put his brush on his back and walked to the long street, laughed and raised his hand to the Taoist behind him, "Let's walk around and see if there is any place that needs repair."

"You're up!"

The Taoist raised his hand, cut it out, and his eyes fell on the table with a pile of paper-tied villains. He felt his scalp numb, but he picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar and wrote down the names he still remembered, and threw away the matter of closing the entrance.

At this time, the two sisters who accidentally stepped into this place were sitting in the inn room, opened the window frame, and looked at the antique buildings, with red lanterns hanging in the dark night, illuminating the figures of friends and relatives coming and going on, and both of them were shocked for a moment.

I can't figure out how big this "ancient town" is, how much it costs to build it, not to mention that there are so many "extras"

"Wenwen, you'll be in the room for a while, and my sister goes down to see the surroundings."

After all, Liu Qingyue was born in the Z6 department. For such an environment, her previous vigilance reappeared again. She ignored the girl's bulging cheeks, walked to the suitcase, turned out a metallic shiny thing from the inside, quietly stuffed it into her sleeve, and gave it a few more words, opened the door, stepped down the stairs with the creaking sound of the wooden board, looked at the smiling shopkeeper at the counter over there, and frowned and walked to the street outside.

The people around him seemed to see her like air, and they all laughed and passed by each other. The woman approached one and asked. The passerby who was asked smiled and said something related to her and left.

"There is a problem"

‘Click’

As he thought about it, a sudden sound of the shutter sounded in the noise, which seemed particularly clear. Liu Qingyue turned her head and saw a slightly fat young man taking pictures with his cell phone, and ran to another place in a blink of an eye. He had just come here because he followed the other person. Seeing him again now, Liu Qingyue naturally wanted to pull the other person to ask clearly and chase him for a while. As the crowd gathered around, he bypassed the few figures coming from the front, and there was no trace of the person just now.

‘This person must be related to this place’

The woman, with a thought that was not very certain, remembered the roads around her and gradually moved towards other neighbors farther away. A string of lanterns hung above her head, intertwined above the long street, as if she was walking under a galaxy paved with lanterns.

The city almost restored the original appearance of Chang'an at that time. At this time, all streets were quite lively and crowded. A woman in modern clothes walked among them, which was inconspicuous at all. The high and low buildings floated along the street, embroidered the names of wine shops and tea shops. The literati and Yake said softly the words of the New Year, and wrote poems and recited them. Occasionally, you could see the yamen runners of the government patrolling with weapons, looking at the passing pedestrians. Some people took the vendors' snacks into their mouths and left.

On several adjacent streets, a young man dressed in a blue shirt and a white robe dressed in a scholar walked across the long street with his sleeves in his arms, swept across the corner of the street, and found missing details. He took out his pen and wrote and painted it from the air to fill the hole.

Walking through the bustling street, the noise gradually faded behind me. The long blue brick courtyard wall climbed up the moss, and the old pine trees stretched out their branches to the street. Lu Liangsheng's marching slowly stopped. There were two red lanterns hanging in the high gate of the mansion in front, filling the atmosphere of the New Year.

On the lacquered door, the plaque has the word "Min Mansion" in gold. Lu Liangsheng, who was originally going to pass, stood still and looked at these words and suddenly fell silent.

Subconsciously, he raised his foot, walked up the stone steps, reached out to press the door, and pushed the door in a creaking moan, pushed the door and walked inside. The old man in the doorman took a broom and cushioned his feet and swept the spider webs in the corner of the eaves, and went straight to the Feng Shui wall. The mansion manager yelled, scolding the maids and servants who passed by, instructing them to clean the house and carry potted plants.

Hoho

A crisp chuckling like a silver bell came from one side of the crescent door. Lu Liangsheng looked over there and a slim woman with a long skirt was holding a plum blossom branch in her hand. She sat in the crescent door, accompanying the gray-haired old man and joking with another old man opposite.

Both old men were known to Lu Liangsheng.

One of his mentors, Mr. Hua, and the other minister, Min Changwen, as for the woman who was blowing up the spots, the scholar pursed his lips and his eyes were filled with apology.

‘Yuerou’

He murmured the woman's name lightly. In the crescent door, Min Yuerou, who was sitting on the stone bench, seemed to see him, waved the plum blossom and smiled sweetly.

The night wind gently stroked the side yard, and the old trees in the yard swayed gently. In the swaying lights, the shadows of trees were everywhere, as if human memories were emerging in front of our eyes.

"My name is Min Yuerou, so I naturally recognize you. When my father was the county magistrate, I secretly saw you several times."

"Young Master Lu, are you really a practitioner of Taoism?"

"Can those who practice Taoism marry and get married?!"

Lu Liangsheng looked at the smiling woman, as if he had returned to the dimly lit room and smelled the strong smell of herbs.

The woman on the couch had wrinkles on her face, her gentle voice became hoarse, and she lay there as thin as a hair.

"You are his son, are you the people outside who came to cheat me."

"Young Master Lu, you are still so young but you are already old."

"Thank you for sending Lu Yuan to accompany me"

"I have never complained and never regretted it."

Lu Liangsheng stood at the gate of the yard, his feet never walked down the stone steps, motionless, and his ears echoed in his weak voice.

"Are you a living person?"

A gentle, tentative voice sounded from outside the courtyard gate. The scholar who was sinking into his mind slowly opened his eyes, turned around and looked outside. A woman wearing a windbreaker and long boots stood alertly. When she saw the figure turning around and saw the man's face, she was stunned for a moment.

It seemed that I had seen it somewhere, and I quickly asked again: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Liangsheng looked at the woman in modern clothes and probably understood that he had come in by mistake, and his face was soft.
Chapter completed!