Ordinary Road 2010

Gu Caiwei coquettishly said unconvinced:

"The teachers and classmates in the school said that I am versatile. Every time I go home, my grandparents and uncles all say that I play the piano very well!"

It's been a long time since Gu Changge saw her acting so childishly. He stroked her hair gently, and Gu Caiwei stopped pouting.

It's nothing to show off at school.

At home, the daughter is the only apple of the eye. Of course, everyone is holding and coaxing her. Who would say no?

But Gu Changge knew that it was not enough to regard these as the capital to settle down.

How easy is it to enter the room?

Fortunately, she never expected her daughter to become famous, the road has been paved for her, after all, she will not be short-lived in this life.

"Mother,"

Gu Caiwei suddenly raised her head, and said in a slightly low voice, "Would you blame me for not persevering when I was young, and learning Yue Opera well?"

Shaoxing opera...

These two words affected Gu Changge's emotions.

Xiao Wei is 17 years old this year, how many years have I not sung in an opera?

Although she was touched, she still replied calmly: "Silly boy, how could mother blame you? I also don't want you to suffer that crime."

Gu Caiwei sat on the chair and turned around, wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, pressed her face tightly against her abdomen, and said softly:

"I also want to fulfill my mother's dream."

Gu Changge felt her heart, and hugged his favorite daughter back.

dream?

"Now, you are my dream."

Chapter 40

The first month of the second year of high school passed quickly amidst the intense and rigorous study life and the undercurrent of gossip, and all the students could finally take a break.

The eleventh holiday is here!

Today Lin Yi did not lay his dead body 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 the white lady.

Behind Lin Yi is the former residence of Prince Jiang. Not far from Beishan Road, it is the Yuewang Temple for loyal service to the country.

Going along the Baidi, at the foot of Gushan Mountain, you can see "Pinghu Qiuyue", one of the ten scenic spots in Qiantang, and Lin Bu's tomb of "Plum Wife and Crane Son" stands on the back mountain.

Facing each other across the lake, in the distance is the Huxin Pavilion where Zhang Dai once saw snow, not to mention the famous Su Causeway.

Oh, there should be a pair of immortals and heroes who lived in Meizhuang

——Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying.

However, no matter what kind of historical and cultural city you are, the locals usually dismiss it. Lin Yi also met old Beijingers who had never been to the Forbidden City Badaling in their entire lives.

So today, it wasn't him who came here out of great interest to explore the ancient world, but an autumn outing organized by the [-]th class, and they made an appointment to meet here.

During the holidays, high school students shouldn't have any expectations of their willpower.

Lin Yi realized that he had come early, and he didn't arrive until about noon.

Speaking of Qi is not accurate, but the squad leader Jiang Zixuan finally lost her temper:

"Don't wait, don't wait, love will come or not!"

She turned around and walked away first, still muttering something in her mouth, "I knew it, disorganized and disciplined..."

In short, in the end, there were only two sparse "crowds" of No. 30 left, following the steps of the monitor and classmates, slowly hanging not far behind her.

Class [-]'s goal today is not what I just said. After walking a few steps along Beishan Road, they turned around and climbed up the steps on the right side of the road.

Their goal is Gem Mountain at the foot of West Lake.

Although they have deliberately avoided the most popular scenic spot of "Manlong Osmanthus Rain" this season and gave it up to foreign travelers from afar, they found that they still underestimated the flow of people here.

On the narrow stone steps, the people going up the mountain are crowded together, and from time to time they pass by a few downhill tourists with trekking poles.

Never go to West Lake during holidays.

Lin Yi firmly remembered this lesson.

Many people belong to many people.

This group of male and female high school students who have been buried in the narrow world of classrooms for a long time in the sea of ​​books and inscriptions shuttled between the trees, occasionally overlooking the lake in the distance, or finding a trace of refreshment in the fresh air of nature.

Jiang Zixuan seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, and began to take the lead in singing loudly. What she sang was:

"West Lake is beautiful in March, spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke

Destined to meet thousands of miles away, it's hard to hold hands without fate

After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together

If there is good fortune in thousands of years, with white heads and one heart in front of you..."

The era when the classic Huangmei Opera version "Legend of the New White Snake" was on the air was the time when the influence of the TV station was the greatest, not to mention that The Legend of the White Snake was originally a folk tale in Lin'an.

The students who can sing have already started to respond loudly, and those who can't sing can hum a few words along with them in a low voice. The atmosphere in the team is finally cheerful.

They sang "Crossing Love" and then sang "Waiting for a Thousand Years". The gem mountain is not a high mountain, and they soon came to the Baochu Pagoda.

According to legend, Baochu Pagoda was built more than 1000 years ago during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

There are various theories about the name of Baochu Pagoda, and the most widely circulated one is related to Qian Chu, the last king of Wuyue Kingdom.

During the Five Dynasties, the Central Plains was in constant trouble, and the ten kingdoms continued to attack. Only the Wuyue Kingdom in a peaceful corner did not use swords and rested with the people.

After Song Taizu Chen Qiao's mutiny, after several wars in the south and north, he had already ruled the world. In order to end the troubled times, the king of Wuyue voluntarily returned the land to the Song Dynasty.

Then, Qian Chu was detained as soon as he entered Bianliang.

People in Lin'an are grateful for Qian's achievements in protecting the environment and the people over the past decades, and call this pagoda on Baoshi Mountain "Baochu Pagoda", implying to wish him safety from afar.

A mountain is a good mountain, and a tower is also a good tower.

However, I can't help but someone is going to start acting like a demon.

"The Qian family has a long history and flourishing branches. Since the Song Dynasty, it has been ranked second among hundreds of surnames. My family is the descendant of King Qian Zhongyi, as evidenced by the genealogy..."

With this complacent tone, Lin Yi didn't even have to look up. It was no surprise that it was Qian Jiahao's classmate.

Other students like to answer and ignore, but he can still talk on his own. The psychological quality of this one-man show is definitely leveraged.

"Damn it, your ancestors are awesome, but it doesn't mean you are awesome, so why not look so arrogant!"

The one who chats so straightforwardly is of course the swearing brother Li Wuchao.

Others thought similarly:

The Zhijiang Qian family is certainly a famous family with a large number of talents, and they have contributed to the country in ancient times and in the present.

But what does this have to do with you, Qian Jiahao?

That's the thing about genealogy, especially when it was compiled in recent years. This Mr. Qian is nothing more than a dragon and a phoenix.

If Lin Yi has made great achievements in the future, if he wants to make a fuss about this, he may find that his family can be traced back to Lin Chong, the head of the leopard head of the 80 Imperial Army in the Song Dynasty.

"Hey."

Old Xiong patted Lin Yi and pointed over there covertly, meaning "Lin Yi hates him".

He didn't do it himself because he recently discovered that Lin Yidang's kung fu is obviously good at it.

It's been a long time, 12 years.

Lin Yi thought for a while, and asked in a chatty tone: "Speaking of this king, do you know which one of the ancient emperors I admire the most?"

The old bear understood, and began to cheer: "Which one?"

The voices of the two were neither loud nor low, but the surrounding students could hear them.

"Of course it is Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang."

"Appreciate further details."

"Master Hongwu started the game with a dog-beating stick, leaving behind a Ming Dynasty, a grass-headed emperor, a white-handed country, is he powerful?"

"Oh, amazing!" Old Xiong extended a thumbs up professionally.

"But that's not the most admirable thing. Do you know what is the most admirable thing about him?"

Old Xiong asked sincerely: "How do you say it?"

"When Ming Taizu ascended the throne, some ministers told him, Your Majesty, you can't do anything with your background. I'll find you an ancestor."

"From now on, you are the official great-great-grandson of Zhu Zitao who wrote the Four Books, and the genealogy is guaranteed to be done well for you!"

"Hey, it's far enough to find!" The old bear was already happy.

"Then what does Zhu Yuanzhang say?" Lin Yi made a fool of himself here and paused.

"He said that Lao Tzu was born as a beggar and was a monk. The three generations of his ancestors were farmers who could not read a single word."

"Zhu Xi wants to be my ancestor. Did he take care of me when I was hungry?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Li Wuchao was the first to burst into laughter, and the meaning of what he said was already obvious.

Lin Yi and Lao Xiong are still very professional. They looked at each other and still decided to formally close the whole thing from the beginning to the end.

"So what does this story tell us?"

"Don't pretend to be under the tower, it's easy to be struck by lightning."

knock off.

Only then did the other students around laugh out loud, and the students who hadn't heard from a little further away inquired about it one after another, and they were relayed. The mountain was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Qian Jiahao was standing not far away, he heard it clearly, and wanted to fight back, but he knew that his popularity was far from that of Lin Yi and Lao Xiong, and no one would help him.

He made fun of it and walked away by himself.

This was just a small episode on today's journey. The students in Class [-] took a rest, and soon continued on their way.

They passed the stone tablet with the words "Gem Liuxia" written on it, turned to the north of the mountain, and descended from the side of the Huanglong Sports Center.

After eating something at the Golden Arch, Lin Yi declined the invitation to sing with them at the nearby Mage KTV, and took 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 pour in with the driving of the car, blowing on his face, humming a tune that was completely out of tune:

"Has it ever snowed on the Broken Bridge?

Thinking of your face again..."

Chapter 41

Gu Caiwei did not appear in the climbing team this time.

Because the time spent in the summer vacation this year is relatively short, Ms. Gu Changge took her back to Yuezhou during the [-]th National Day holiday.

Although it was a holiday, it was impossible for high school students to have seven days of empty schedules, so she had to go to a big English training class today.

Before going out, Gu Caiwei dressed herself seriously.

Specifically, she wore a baggy long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants, and carefully selected a particularly dull pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Her hair was tied into a ponytail and then coiled up, and she put on an ordinary peaked cap.

That's it.

She looked in the mirror with satisfaction, and felt that her appearance was sealed by at least [-]%.

Ms. Gu Changge didn't say anything when she saw her face, but when she got out of the car, she said: "If you encounter something you can't handle, remember to call me."

The so-called big class corresponds to the kind of small class where one teacher only leads three or five students, and its class place is usually in a huge lecture hall.

There were two to three hundred people sitting down there, and the teacher on the stage turned on the microphone to ensure that everyone could hear clearly.