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When Li Wei came to this ancient road and old street, his first feeling was withering.

Generally, for economic benefits, the local area will classify this kind of street as a scenic spot.

However, the scenic spot also has a lifespan. It can't always attract people to come here, gradually decline, abandon, and renovate.

The street, which has a history of nearly two hundred years, has gradually been converted into a pedestrian block.

The story has been a long time ago.

It’s so long that apart from some locals, not many people remember this thing from ancient times.

Li Wei wanders around this withered neighborhood. Apart from the elderly who have memories here, few people wander here.

At this time, Li Wei followed the traces to a big tree.

This big locust tree also looks very old, even older than this block. Perhaps this old locust tree carries the most lives in this block.

Witness the past, witness the present, and perhaps witness the future.

At this time, under the shade of the locust tree, Li Wei saw an out-of-equipped young man. The man looked handsome, had white skin, was wearing a long robe and a horse-dressed brain with small braids that were not in line with this era.

Sitting under the stone chair of the locust tree, it seemed to be looking into the distance. In front of him, there was a beautiful guqin.

A scholar is just like this.

Li Wei looked at the young man looking in front of him and sat in front of his piano without saying a word.

"Sir, I am so elegant and play the piano under the tree." Li Wei smiled.

The young man looked up at Li Wei with a slightly surprised expression, but he also smiled and said, "It's nothing more than a mixed art. The Taoist priest laughed."

"I came here to inquire about something."

"What's the matter?" the young man smiled faintly: "I've been here for many years. Some things, what I know and don't know, are here."

"I'll ask about Qingyuelou, Liu Menglin, the most beautiful courtesan here back then. What happened to her back then."

The young man's expression was stunned, his eyes were deep, as if his name touched the depths of his mind.

"Qingyuelou, Liu Menglin... Taoist priest, do you want to hear the story or the past?"

"I want to hear the past."

"Even if people come here, even if they know Qing Yuelou and Liu Menglin, they only want to hear her story, not her past." The young man sighed.

"Is there any difference between stories or pasts for others?"

“There is a difference.”

The young man looked into the distance with deep eyes and said with a little sadness.

"Stories are stories, only joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness."

"There were phases of the past."

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There is a place on this Humen land, the most romantic one.

It is this Sishui street, which is called a fireworks building, but it mainly discusses musical arts, poetry, calligraphy and painting, which is an elegant place.

Occasionally, some romantic events can be rumored, which is also a beautiful story.

The silk, silk, poetry, songs, the scholar's elegance, the beauty and courtesan.

The most beautiful courtesan is Liu Menglin.

There are beauties in the south, including poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The most wonderful thing is the singing voice. Even the high-ranking officials in the capital will come to Qingyue Tower to book a elegant seat and listen to the wonderful voice.

She is a well-deserved courtesan, and countless people are flocking to her, and she is also the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people.

But there was also a white moonlight in her heart, a common scholar. At that time, they met because of songs and became friends because of piano.

After you sing, I will play the piano.

He said that if you want to go to Beijing to take the exam, you can redeem her and protect her if you have fame and fortune.

For this reason, she kept her body as jade as she waited for the scholar to come back.

However, after waiting year after year, I did not wait for the scholar, but waited for it.

Great smoke.

This thing that had been popular in other places but never invaded the streets of Sishui. He came.

The big smoke invaded the Sishui streets of the romance, poetry and songs, and made this place of romance of fireworks a place of dumping smoke.

Drugs from foreign countries occupied this street, and the place of fireworks was gradually changed to a tobacco shop - after all, which shopkeeper would reject the more profitable big smoke?

In the end, the only one who still retains the elegant and literary style is Qingyuelou.

It’s a pity that Qingyuelou’s business is getting worse and worse. The romantic scholars went to the tobacco shop. Back then, the romantic scholars also became smokers who lingered in the tobacco shop. They no longer talked about poetry, songs, and essays, and no longer competed in the illusory world brought by black potions, and were immersed in the illusory world brought by black potions and were sinking on their own.

One day, a noble man who was quite famous in Qingyuelou back then.

The scholar who was both talented in piano and zither back then, who left many romantic stories in Qingyue Tower, was thin and depressed in front of Qingyue Tower.

‘Give me some money, light a cigarette!’

‘I’m going to go to heaven, hahaha!’

‘Liu Menglin, brother, I'm here hahahahahaha...’

The man who had just come out of the tobacco shop broke into Qingyue Tower and made a big fuss. Then he entered Liu Menglin's boudoir. He had no scholarly enthusiasm or scholarly elegance. He was only a down-and-out man who lost his last face after he had lost all his wealth for the sake of the smoke.

No one knows what happened after he forcibly broke in.

I only knew that later, a fire burned Qingyue Tower, and the white silk satin turned into strings of red gold fireballs.

The fire burned out the life inside, and there was no Qingyue Tower here again.

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"If Liu Menglin can wait another year, the man will be back, come back with his promise, and tell her." The young man pointed to the beach on the other side with a little sadness and said, "From here, you can see what men have done for their family and country. What a pity, she hasn't waited until that time."

"The scholar did not let Liu Menglin down. He just used other methods to protect his country and home."

"On the way to Beijing to take the exam, he saw many things, and Big Smoke was one of them. In that year, Big Smoke had spread in China. He gradually realized that the pen could not save the people. He met the lifelong mentor, changed him and became the object of his loyalty throughout his life. He also lit the wisp of fire on Humen Beach with his own hands."

The young man turned around and looked at Li Wei and said.
Chapter completed!