The Dazhong Bridge in Tongjimen is an important thoroughfare in the south of Nanjing. To the east of the Dazhong Bridge are the Imperial Palace, the Five Prefectures and Six Ministries, and other major yamen. To the west are Taipingli Mafu Street, Changfu Street, etc., which are scattered in an orderly manner. The ground is dotted with old houses. At first glance, some of them have lost their luster. The roof tiles have been replaced one after another, and they are no longer as neat as before. There are even strips of climbing on the walls inside. Ivy, but when it comes to the age of these houses, they can often be traced back fifty or even hundreds of years.
Compared with Changfu Street on Mafu Street, where many dignitaries still live, Taipingli is even more rural. This rural area does not mean deserted, but because the wealthy families who lived here in the past have been relocated due to the relocation of the capital. Although most of them are still old families with a long history, they are all outdated after all. Even though this is still the prime location closest to the imperial city and major government offices, after the Yongle Dynasty moved its capital to Beijing, Nanjing officials did not have to go to court, and preferred to live in a courtyard beside Xuanwu Lake and Mochou Lake. There were many wealthy businessmen from other places who gathered here to do business, making this once solemn place extremely noisy.
It was early in the morning, and in the morning light, the five government offices, six ministries, and other major government offices were all quiet, but there were already people coming and going in the streets in the morning. There were also many people coming to draw water under the Dazhong Bridge. The sound plus the voices of people made it quite noisy for a while, but at the end of the bridge where few people walked at this time, there was a young man lying weakly on the railing.
The young man was wearing an ordinary tawny cotton robe with a slanted hem on the right side, and a pair of worn-out black-topped and white-soled cloth shoes. He looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He lay there and looked around intently, his eyes sporadically looking around. He glanced at the tall imperial city not far away, slapped his face hard for a long time, and suddenly murmured: "I'm really not dreaming?"
"Help!"
"Hey, there's someone in the water!"
"It floated over from the north side of the moat..."
With a faint call for help and a sudden noise coming from under the bridge, the boy suddenly woke up. Looking down from the railing, he saw a figure floating in the water, holding something like a wooden board in his hand. Although there were several men who were drawing water on the shore, shouting and shouting, none of them went into the water to save people. Faced with this situation, the young man immediately took off his robe and shoes after being stunned for the first time. , climbed up the railing in two or three steps, and jumped down in one leap.
The river water in February was naturally cold. As soon as he entered the water, his teeth were chattering with the cold. Then he took a deep breath and swam towards the drowned man. Although the injuries on his body were still aching, he could use his arms and legs better. He was not used to it, but with all his strength, he finally managed to reach the man in the water, and then grabbed the guy's collar.
However, just when he was about to swim back with all his strength, the drowning man seemed to be suddenly rescued and panicked, and suddenly he hugged him tightly like an octopus. Caught off guard, he drank a few sips of water and drank hard. After struggling for a few times, the man in the water was too strong after all. Instead of breaking free, he gradually sank with the man.
"Sure enough, good people can't do that...but if you can really wake up after death, it's a good thing."
This was Xu Xun's last thought before he lost consciousness.
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"Master, Master!"
Is this dream over yet?
Hearing the calls vaguely, Xu Xun couldn't help but have a ridiculous feeling. When he was young, Xu Xun was also respectfully called Mr. Xu, but after his parents were suddenly involved in a car accident,
, those former business partners and close subordinates of his parents made him immediately taste the feeling of betrayal and separation. To outsiders, he was depressed and confused, but he tried his best to trace the truth while enduring, and began a long road of struggle.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years, and he got his revenge, but he also experienced the weirdest thing in his life after he accidentally slipped. No matter who it was, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was covered in injuries and wearing the clothes of the ancients.
He slept on the bed with his clothes on, and he was more than half his age. Where could he lie down? So he sneaked out early in the morning, but when he got to the Dazhong Bridge and saw the ancient style that could only be seen in TV dramas, he couldn't bear it.
He just watched there. When he found someone falling into the water, he might have hesitated in reality, but thinking that it might be in a dream, he impulsively decided to be a good person.
"Master, Master!"
Hearing the call coming from his ears again, Xu Xun suddenly felt a cool liquid flowing in from his mouth. He couldn't tell whether it was sweet or some other taste. Before he even had time to react, the liquid was already flowing down his throat.
The water flowed down. As he swallowed involuntarily again and again, he gradually felt some sensation in his hands and feet, and his eyes slowly moved twice. When he finally saw the face so close to him clearly, he couldn't help but say something in his heart.
A silent sigh.
It turns out that this is really not a dream, and it is not possible to return to the original world with some strong stimulation.
"Master, you scared me to death!"
Looking at the black and white face, he didn't know whether it was because he hadn't washed it in the morning or because he had just cried a lot. Xu Xun couldn't help but laugh, but this smile opened some wounds, so his face
No matter how you look at it, the smile looks a bit miserable: "A real man...why are you crying? I am a dragon crossing the river and I can't die!"
However, these words not only had no effect, but made the young man dressed as a servant even more excited: "Master, you also said, if it weren't for Grandpa Liang, how could you still be talking here properly?"
At this time, another head poked his head from the side: "Young Master Seven, it's not that this old man is too talkative, but you are too pushy. You are covered with injuries all over your body, and you jumped into the water to save someone! If it weren't for this old man, I would be just fine.
Here you are, your hands are quick, you, the dragon crossing the river, will turn into a drowning insect! There are so many people coming here to draw water, and you don’t want to save any of them, why do you jump in with such a weak water nature? "
The old man who spoke had messy gray hair, and his face was covered with wrinkles like knives. At this moment, he was bare-chested and exposed. The water on his chest had not yet been wiped dry, and he was wearing a gray-brown single coat.
, his hair was wet, and he was twisting a soft towel with a smile while talking. When Xu Xun looked over, he smiled and put the soft towel on his shoulders, nodded slightly and said: "It's getting late, I
We have to deliver water to each house quickly, let’s go first!”
"Thanks……"
Seeing the old man walking quickly to a water tanker, he shouted softly, pushed up the heavy tanker, and left. Xu Xun, who was under the shade of the tree, supported his arms and thanked him, but his voice seemed to be blocked, and what he said next was unexpected.
He couldn't tell. After a while, he helped the young man beside him to slowly get up, and then let the boy wrap his coat around him.
"Master, please don't be so impulsive in the future. Thanks to Grandpa Liang today!" The boy carefully helped the person while complaining angrily, "Master, you don't know that you almost lost your life trying to save the guy who fell into the water.
, but when I came, I couldn’t find anyone anywhere. According to Grandpa Liang, the man was quite decently dressed. He didn’t pay attention when he saw the guy wake up, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye, without even a word of thanks. It was really shameless.
Conscience! If you let me know who he is in the future..."
Xu Xun didn't listen to the boy's resentment at all at this time. He covered his eyes and looked at the sun high above his head, and then looked at his trembling arms and legs again. Feeling weak, he simply took advantage of the situation.
The weight of his body rested on the shoulders of the boy. Although the sun was getting higher at this time, when the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but sneeze several times. When he waited at the door of the house, he suddenly felt a flash of light in front of his eyes.
Countless messy fragments, one's eyes suddenly went dark and one fainted.