Express delivery is a high-risk occupation

In Jiangnan in April, the green willows are picturesque, and the ten-mile spring breeze blows softly on the cheeks of tourists, making people want to be drunk.

Holding the orange sun hat issued by the tour group with one hand, Xu Mu stood in the bustling crowd, looking left and right curiously.Feng Yuan, on the right hand side of the courier brother, was answering the phone.

The town in front of me is called Dingru. More than two years ago, the Design Institute took over a restoration antique design project here. A nine-member working group has been busy in this town for several months.

At the beginning of this year, the project was completed and received great acclaim. The person in charge of the project in Dingru Town specially provided free travel quotas along the Belt and Road, and invited staff from the working group of the Design Institute to come and play. Feng Yuan, who was an intern at that time, was also a member of the working group. Members, of course, also got the corresponding places to bring their families.

This family member's quota fell on the head of the courier brother, and the name, of course, was the younger brother.

In three days, you can follow the tour group to tour around the town step by step, or you can wander freely comfortably.But since his pets are particularly liked by his sister and aunt, and they were teased and molested on the bus, Feng Yuan left the main force without hesitation and chose the latter.

Dingru Town belongs to the typical Jiangnan water town style, with every family facing the water and every household resting on the river.

The houses with black gray walls and the curvaceous stone bridges are slowly laid out along the waves of clear water. The whole town is like a freehand painting that has just been completed, with the dampness of the pen and ink.

At this moment, Xu Mu and Feng Yuan are standing near a half-moon-shaped stone arch bridge. Facing the head of the bridge is a big tree surrounded by two people. Under the tree is a restaurant called "Song Ji". , with five big characters "Song Kee Chicken Soup Noodles" written on it.The business of the restaurant was good, and it was [-]% full by half past ten, and the delicious smell of chicken soup wafted across a radius of more than ten meters.

Xu Mu sniffed hard, the smell was really tempting.

At this moment, a tour guide holding a panda flag and a large group of group members passed by the courier brother, pointing to the stone bridge next to him and explaining, "The bridge in front of you is called Fengtang Bridge. It used to be a bridge. A stone bridge without railings. Legend has it that 500 years ago, there was a carpenter named Chen Zhe in Dingru Town. Because his father liked to drink Song Ji’s chicken soup, he crossed the bridge to buy soup every day, regardless of the weather. The result One day, when it was raining heavily, the bridge deck was slippery, and Chen Zhe accidentally fell under the bridge and drowned. In memory of his filial piety, the people in the town renamed the bridge Fengtang Bridge and dedicated it to the bridge. Install railings."

"Just for a bowl of soup, isn't it worth it?"

"I go to buy soup every day, why don't I learn to cook it myself?"

"This is called filial piety, and the ancients talked about it the most."

After listening to the director's story, the tourists couldn't help talking about the beautiful countryside of the abandoned woman in space.

[Nonsense, I am obviously going to buy a roast chicken, and I say it every day, is it annoying! 】A voice interjected, with obvious impatience.

Xu Mu: ...

The courier brother squeezed his fingers together and swiped in front of his eyes, and found a figure sitting on the stone bridge railing under the shade of a tree, holding a branch and whipping the bridge railing to vent his anger.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a branch swaying in the wind.

The corner of the courier brother's mouth twitched silently. Is the difference between buying roast chicken or soup really that big?

The man was wearing a water-blue gown, his skin was as white as jade, his cheeks were puffed up, his handsome eyebrows were wrinkled, he didn't look like a carpenter doing handicrafts.But judging from his tone, he seems to be the Chen Zhe who drowned in the water that the tour guide just mentioned?

[It's not because Dingru Town has been built for more than [-] years, and you are the only one who is stupid enough to drown! 】Another voice said with a chill.

Xu Mu followed the voice, and saw another figure in black shirt sitting cross-legged on the main spine of Song Ji Restaurant, that person had clear and handsome eyes, with a mocking expression on his face.

[Fuck off, there are obviously two of them!Didn't I have one before!Besides, it was not because of my protection that no one was drowned later. ] The figure in the blue shirt paused slightly, emphasizing dissatisfaction.

The man in the black shirt leisurely shook the hem of his clothes, 【Are you protecting?The little girl who fell into the water the day before yesterday seemed to be rescued by me, right? 】

Xu Mu couldn't help but smile, these two seem to be old friends, and the way they get along in daily life seems to be hurting each other?

【Song Qi, you feel bad if you don't argue with me for a day, don't you? ] Lan Shirt rolled up his sleeves and glared angrily at the guy on the roof, as if he would start a fight at the slightest disagreement, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xu Mu from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head stiffly to look at Xu Mu, then moved his gaze back to Song Qi on the roof in slow motion, and looked at him with a panicked expression, 【Hey, tell me, the kid next to me, could he be able to do it? see us? 】

Xu Mu: ...

Not only can you see, but you can also hear.

Song Qi rubbed his chin and looked at Chen Zhe critically, 【You are well dressed today, it doesn't matter if you are seen. 】

Chen Zhe: ...

Song Qi, you two hundred and five, this is not a matter of dressing neatly at all, okay?

"What, want to eat noodles?" Feng Yuan hung up the phone, stepped over to Xu Mu's side in two steps, and glanced at Shiqiao and the roof of Songji Restaurant as if nothing had happened.

"It smells like I'm a little hungry." Xu Mu rubbed his stomach embarrassedly. He had breakfast at six o'clock, so he was really a little hungry right now.

"Their chicken noodle soup is delicious, go in and try it." Feng Yuan rubbed Xu Mu's head and led him into Song Ji Restaurant.During the period two years ago, he was also a regular customer of this restaurant.

Chen Zhe, whose body was stiff on the stone bridge, was relieved when he caught a glimpse of them entering the noodle shop. Sure enough, he was thinking too much, right?

The layout of the restaurant still retains the style of more than a hundred years ago, but the pillars in the store are covered with two-inch Polaroid photos, adding a bit of modern flavor.

Next to Xu Mu and Feng Yuan's seats was a square wooden pillar, and on the photos were various photos and messages with black marker pens.

Some took a picture of a bowl of chicken noodle soup with the words, "The best chicken noodle soup in the world."

Some are selfies of beauties, "There is nothing more comforting than a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup."

Some are the scenery of Dingru Town, "You can't eat chicken noodle soup every day, not because you live elsewhere, but because there is no one who buys noodles for you every day. Once married to the end, the number one wife of Kuang Shao."

Feng Yuan looked at the menu, while Xu Mu admired the unique scenery on the pillar with relish.In the comments, there are foodie confessions that look like chicken soup for the soul, as well as arsenic for the soul.

He was watching with enthusiasm, Feng Yuan suddenly patted his arm with the menu, "Don't look, what else do you want to eat besides noodles?"

Xu Mu had no choice but to sit down obediently, holding the menu and symbolically ordered two small dishes.

After eating and drinking enough, Xu Mu and Feng Yuan went out to continue their stroll. Their next goal was the Furniture Museum at No. [-] Zhufu Lane.

Feng Yuan, who was walking behind, silently glanced at the pillar that Xu Mu had just stared at, raised his hand and pulled a photo from it, and put it into his trouser pocket calmly.

The collections in the Furniture Museum are more complete than Xu Mu imagined. The entire museum carefully collects the representative furniture or imitations of each era into an exhibition area according to the order of the era.

Of course, many of them are imitations, such as the Zu and Ji which were the beginning of the table case, the bronze ban which was the beginning of the cabinet, and the folding bed from the Warring States Period.But this does not affect most people to appreciate and learn the history of furniture, including the courier brother.

Xu Mu looked at it, and dragged Feng Yuan to discuss it, such as the utensils from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the hierarchy was strict, and the patterns were majestic and solemn.The main features of furniture in the Spring and Autumn Period are painted lacquer and painted lacquer, mainly black ground, with painted patterns in red, green, gold, silver and other colors. The main patterns of furniture in the Han Dynasty are cloud patterns and animal patterns. The theme of the story.The furniture of the Tang Dynasty not only became more ornate in style, but mother-of-pearl, carved, flat gold and silver crafts became popular.

The corners of Xu Mu's mouth twitched when they walked in front of a Ming Dynasty lamp hanging chair.

The legs and head of this lamp hanging chair are made of round materials. The backrest is tall and straight. The tooth that strengthens the sense of stability, the whole chair has a beautiful body, simple shape, and exquisite workmanship.

However, a black-clothed figure was sitting on this well-crafted Ming Dynasty lamp hanging chair at the moment, it was Song Qi that Xu Mu saw on the roof of the restaurant just now.

【Hey, can you see us, right? Are you a Taoist priest? 】Song Qi folded his arms, looked up at Xu Mu, and stared at him.

Xu Mu was hesitating whether to answer the conversation, Feng Yuan had already put his arms around his shoulders and walked towards the huanghuali armchair next to him.

Song Qi was not in a hurry, and followed closely to the armchair, and continued to stare at Xu Mu with burning eyes, 【If you are a Taoist priest, can you do me a favor? 】

Xu Mu sighed and looked up at Feng Yuan.

The male god's handsome eyebrows are raised slightly, why, do you want to talk to him?

Xu Mu patted the back of Feng Yuan's hand reassuringly, and seeing no one around, he said to Song Qi, "What do you want me to do for you?"

[You can actually hear it! ] Song Qi looked at Xu Mu in astonishment.

Xu Mu: ...

Do you dare to lie to me just now?

Xu Mu shrugged his shoulders, "Then are you okay?"

Song Qi quickly straightened his expression, and knelt down at Xu Mu's feet, [Yes, yes, my name is Song Qi.The one you saw on the stone bridge before is called Chen Zhe. He was trapped under the Fengtang Bridge by the previous generation of water ghosts and became a new water ghost. He cannot be reincarnated until he finds a replacement soul.However, he doesn't want to harm anyone anymore, so he has been trapped under the bridge for more than 400 years. In the past few years, his yin energy has obviously become weaker and weaker. In a short time, he may be out of his wits, so I dared to ask the Taoist priest Help, can you save him? 】

Xu Mu looked at him, "What about you, why didn't you go to reincarnate?"