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The "Qingque Pagoda" tower in Sifang Zhuxi Park is 38 meters high, with seven floors above the ground, and the pavilion style suddenly surges up on the plains, making it spectacular. There is a legend about the "Qingque Pagoda".

Legend has it that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang escaped from chaos and fled Sichuan at the end of his journey. He met a Taoist priest in all directions, so he asked the Taoist priest about the whereabouts of Yang Guifei Yang Taizhen who was separated during the escape (Yang Guifei was named Taizhen). The Taoist priest took it in his arms and took out a green bird. The green bird fluttered its wings and flew high, but it could not be seen for a moment. Not long after, the green bird flew back and gusted, and sent a message to the Taoist priest in beastly words: Yang Yuhuan, Yang Zhenren had arrived at the fairy mountain on the sea, and Xuanzong could quickly find her. Xuanzong was grateful for the magic of the green bird and wrote an inscription on a nearby stone pillar: Qingque Pillar. Hundreds of years later, a seven-story wooden building was built near the Qingque Pillar, so he named it "Qingque Pagoda".

If Wang Bo had two regrets in Zhuxi Park in Sifang in his previous life, one was naturally an electric car and the other was the "Qingque Tower". The two regrets came from money in the final analysis. In the past life, he had seen many people talking nonsense in front of him, what is this problem? It doesn't count or not, and problems that can be solved with money are not a problem! But according to his own experience, more than 99.9% of his problems can be solved with money, and can only be solved with money! So when he heard someone say this, he felt funny in his heart. He privately thought that this person was too fake and immediately listed him as a list that could not be deeply touched.

Wang Bo came here several times when he grew up, but he always pulled the baby in the garden with a few boring relatives and friends on the 15th day of the first lunar month to join in the fun. He saw a lot of people. At that time, he had no shortage of money for riding electric bikes and climbing Qingque Tower, but he no longer had the interest to go for a swim.

Wang Bo and Liang Ya, holding hands, let go of their hands about ten meters away from the "Qingque Tower". Wang Bo bought tickets at the ticket office on the first floor. After checking the ticket, they began to climb the tower along the rotating wooden stairs.

As soon as he arrived at the second floor, Liang Ya suddenly pointed to the screen wall in the center and said to Wang Bo: "Xiaobo, look, there is your "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang" here! When did you write it?" He said, blinking at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo looked over Liang Ya's fingers and found that at the beginning of the screen wall was the "Preface to the Pavilion of Tengwang" by Wang Bo, a great poet of the early Tang Dynasty, which has been famous for all ages. However, it was not the parallel prose, but just the preface poem after parallel prose.

Wang Bo didn't say anything, but with his hands behind his back, he raised his head and came to the edge of the tower. He stepped on the railings of the tower, facing the vast western Sichuan plain outside the tower, coughed twice in a pretentious manner, and then began to shaking his head and recite Wang Bo's preface on the screen wall:

"The King of Teng is surrounded by the river, and he wears jade and robe to sing and dance.

"The painted building flies to the south of the lake, and the pearl curtain rolls the rain in the west.

"The shadow of the clouds and ponds is lingering in the sun, and things change and stars move in autumn several times.

"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows out of the threshold."

"Gee..." Wang Bo had just recited halfway through the "talking and tone", Liang Ya, who was beside him, couldn't help laughing. After he finished memorizing all of it, Liang Ya was already laughing so hard that she was not angry.

"Okay, are you sour? Do you really treat yourself as a great poet?"

"This little lady, are you talking to the little girl? Xiaosheng's surname is Wang, with his name Bo and his courtesy name Zi'an. He was not talented and was named the leader of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty" by his brothers! When we first met, how dare you ask the little girl's name?" Wang Bo walked to Liang Ya without changing his face, bowed down, and learned from the ancient scholars who saw good women in TV. He said to Liang Ya.

Liang Ya burst out with extremely pleasant laughter "hahaha" again, bent down and hilarious, almost exasperated, so she simply took off the schoolbag hanging on her shoulders and smashed it directly at the "Dengtuzi" who teased the good woman in front of her. Wang Bo opened his arms and copied Liang Ya's schoolbag in his hand. The acting state naturally could not continue, and he also laughed "hehehe" with the girl.

After laughing for a while, the two continued to climb the stairs. Starting from the second floor, the screen walls on each floor are embedded with the poetry and calligraphy of famous masters of all dynasties, such as Wang Zhihuan, Chen Zi'ang, Du Fu, Su Mu, Su Shi, Fan Zhongyan, Tang Yin, Dong Qichang, Zheng Banqiao, etc. In addition, there are many poetry and calligraphy of famous people in modern times, such as Cai Yuanpei, Yu Youren, and Guo Moruo.

The two of them watched while walking, and occasionally they read it out loud when they met someone they like. However, no matter how good the poem was read out by Wang Bo's pretentious strange tune, they would bring Liang Ya's eyes and laughter. If they could make a beautiful woman smile, Wang Bo was complacent and contented. So he said to Liang Ya: "Xiao Ya, if King You of Zhou wants to make a beautiful woman Bao Si smile, he needs to 'light beacon fire and play with the princes'; and 'I only need to recite a poem, and the beauty Liang is already overjoyed. Do you think I am better than King You of Zhou?"

Listening to Wang Bo compare himself with the famous beauties in history, Liang Ya's face quickly turned red, she glared at Wang Bo with a charming look, and said angrily: "Yes, you are even more powerful! But no matter how powerful you are, you are still a fool!"

"Haha! Everyone in the world scolds King You of Zhou for being foolish and incompetent, and even the country of life and death was destroyed in the end! But I want to say that it is because they did not meet Bao Si. Death under the peony flowers, and being a ghost is romantic! If I were King You of Zhou, as long as I could make the beautiful women around me laugh, I would not mind playing the jokes of these princes below, even if the heads fell to the ground, even if the country of life and death was destroyed in the end! Xiaoya, I am willing to be King You of Zhou, are you willing to be Bao Si?" After saying that, Wang Bo opened his eyes like fire and lightning and stared at the girl in front of him.

This was probably the most shocking love word that Liang Ya had ever heard. Liang Ya was flushed and excited, but she didn't say anything. She took a deep breath, looked at Wang Bo's face, and said in a low voice: "I want to be Bao Si, but I don't want to be a widow." After that, she ignored Wang Bo, who was complacent, climbed along the wooden stairs and "dengdeng" toward the upper floor.

The "Qingque Tower" tower is 38 meters high and has seven floors in total. Because it is not a weekend, and it is a bit late now, no tourists seem to be interested in this wooden tower. Anyway, Wang Bo and Liang Ya climbed upwards, only two of them, and they both walked downwards, but they didn't see anyone climbing upwards like them.

The two of them arrived at the seventh floor, which was the top floor. Standing at an altitude of more than 30 meters above the ground, the breeze felt on the flat ground suddenly turned into strong wind, whizzing, blowing their hair messed up. Because Wang Bo's hair was not long, Liang Ya's black hair was blown up one by one, as if a group of demons were dancing. With Liang Ya's little head as the center, she floated around, so that she had to use her hands to take care of it from time to time and push away the hair that covered her cheeks.

Although the wind is strong, the scenery of climbing high and looking far is quite pleasant. Looking around, the western Sichuan plains are picturesque, and the outline of Huaying Mountain to the north can be vaguely visible. The sight slowly recycles, and you can see the entire city of Sifang like a chessboard. To the east, west and south are full of green rapeseed and wheat seedlings. Among the green waves, the villages and rivers are dotted with stars.

This is the first time Wang Bo stood at a high place and looked at his hometown where he grew up. The distant mountains are towering, the streets are bustling with water, and the village is quiet and leisurely. Everything is shrouded in a faint mist. This scene that has never been seen before and now, Wang Bo was a little confused for a moment.

The girl around me was obviously surprised by the unprecedented beauty. After a while, she turned her head to the boy beside me and said, "Xiao Bo, I used to think that the four sides are so small, rustic and simple, and have nothing to do with prosperity. At this time, when I looked down from another perspective from another perspective to observe this place where I have lived for more than ten years, the streets, shops, schools, stadiums... everything suddenly became so friendly and beautiful. Is this my illusion?"

"This is not an illusion. This is a real existence. It's just that we are busy and careless, and ignore the beauty of our hometown. In fact, everyone's hometown is the most beautiful and irreplaceable, whether simple or prosperous, whether rustic or fashionable. This kind of intimacy may not be experienced in normal times. Only at some times, such as studying in other places, or settling in other places, or even further, going abroad, surfing the ocean, the beauty of our hometown, and the truth of our hometown will be truly reflected in our minds when we dream back at midnight." Wang Bo said with a smile.

Liang Ya thought about it, as if she was thinking about Wang Bo's words, and quickly spoke, but the words said refuted: "You have never studied in another place, and you have not settled in another place, let alone going abroad, how did you know?"

This sentence caused Wang Bo to ask. He couldn't say that he not only went to other places to study, settle down, and transferred homes, but also traveled across the ocean to see the "flower world" outside, right? But he also had a way to deal with it.

"I don't know either? But this is what many literati and poets write? What is "Looking up at the bright moon and thinking of their hometown." What is "Let's be a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family more during festivals." And what is "The spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?" There are so many! In short, you only need to understand that for a certain group of people, especially sentimental and nostalgic people, the hometown is the most beautiful and the hometown is the most awesome!" Wang Bo said to Liang Ya with a smile, said a few words, and simply walked behind the girl and hugged the other person gently from behind in his arms.

Liang Ya also wanted to say a few words about the topic just now. When Wang Bo hugged her, her whole body immediately became stiff and her breathing stagnated. The feelings of "hometown" were all thrown out of the sky.

"Below...there are people below!" When I grew up, I was whispered by a girl who was held in my arms by the opposite sex for the first time in my life.

"It's okay. We're tall and invisible." Wang Bo put his chin on the girl's shoulder and whispered in the girl's ear with a sound that only the other party could hear.

There was no sound on the empty "Qing Bird Tower", and only the whistling north wind was blowing freely.

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Chapter completed!