Four years of crisis [entertainment]

After descending Ruo Cao Mountain, Guan Mingsong and Song Jinfeng sat on the roadside bench to rest.Guan Mingsong was looking up travel guides seriously and responsibly. Song Jinfeng snatched Guan Mingsong's phone and suddenly said, "Falong Temple."

"what?"

"Honey, shall we go to Horyuji Temple? It is said that there is the oldest surviving wooden structure complex in the world."

In 607 AD, Emperor Tuiko and Prince Shotoku built Horyuji Temple. The architectural design was influenced by the buildings of the Northern and Southern Dynasties in China.Horyu-ji Temple houses various architectural and cultural treasures from the Asuka period, and is a national treasure of Japan.

It is a pity that China, as the "teacher" of Japanese ancient architecture, has the earliest surviving ancient building in China, Nanchan Temple, which was built in 782. There are only three ancient buildings in Tang Dynasty.However, corresponding to the Nara period in Japan during the middle and late Tang Dynasty in China, there are 3 ancient buildings in existence, and they are concentrated in Nara.

Horyuji Temple is very remote. It is outside Nara City and cannot be found on the city map.It is a tourist attraction, but it is a relatively quiet tourist attraction, because the topic of ancient architecture is often very boring to tourists, far less attractive than the sky full of cherry blossoms, groups of deer, and delicious food.

Guan Mingsong checked the route and said to Song Jinfeng, "I can't make it in time. If I go now, I might not be able to come back to the city tonight."

"Then I won't come back tonight." Song Jinfeng said willfully, "I'll ask Tang Yuan to book a suitable hotel near Horyuji Temple."

"Have you brought your passport? At least one of the two of us staying in a hotel needs to bring a passport?"

Song Jinfeng stretched lazily and said, "I have it."

Guan Mingsong looked at Song Jinfeng.

Song Jinfeng touched his face and asked, "What do you look at me for? So handsome?"

"Why did you bring your passport? Did you plan it long ago? Could it be that Tang Yuan's hotel has already been booked?" Guan Mingsong asked.

Song Jinfeng smiled hippie, but did not answer Guan Mingsong's question.

The two left as they said, heading to Horyuji Temple, no different from ordinary tourists.

The admission time of Horyuji Temple was until 04:30 in the afternoon. When the two arrived at Horyuji Temple, the last admission time had passed, so they had to plan to come back tomorrow.

There are surprisingly few tourists in Horyuji Temple, which makes the quiet ancient temples undisturbed and has a more solemn feeling.The ancient temples here are well preserved, with unpainted exteriors and antique flavors, as if through them you can glimpse the past that has been buried for a long time.

On both sides of the road outside Horyuji Temple were large paddy fields, and there was no one around. Song Jinfeng happily took off his mask and hat, breathed in the air with the fragrance of paddy fields, and enjoyed this rare relaxation.

Guan Mingsong saw the wave-like rice fields behind Song Jinfeng, a perfect fusion of one person and one scene, couldn't help but took out his mobile phone, and secretly took a photo of Song Jinfeng.

"Honey, let me take a picture for you." Song Jinfeng suddenly said to Guan Mingsong.

Guan Mingsong waved his hand, "I don't take pictures."

Guan Mingsong doesn't like to take pictures. Although he is a rare good-looking man, he is not photogenic, probably because he is somewhat reserved when facing the camera, and the effect of the pictures is always greatly reduced.

Unexpectedly, Song Jinfeng ignored Guan Mingsong's refusal, and suddenly rushed over, hugged his shoulders tightly, and used the selfie mode to "click, click, click" to take continuous shots. I don't know how many shots he took.

Guan Mingsong said nervously: "Song Jinfeng, why are you shooting continuously?"

Song Jinfeng said: "I know you can't pose, it's a small problem, take a dozen or twenty pictures of him in succession, and there will always be a good one."

After speaking, Song Jinfeng chose photos there.

In the evening, the two checked into the hotel booked by Tang Yuan.Tang Yuan is very good at winking, he only reserved one room.

The room is on the middle floor, and you can see the rice fields outside, which makes you relax physically and mentally.The two drank tea outside the balcony, and the time passed quickly.As night fell, the two embraced each other and fell asleep.

After falling into a deep sleep, Guan Mingsong had a dream. He dreamed that he did not know why he came to the rice field alone. There were two women in kimono from the back in the rice field. One was tall and the other was short. One is gorgeous and the other is simple, it looks like a pair of master and servant.The two women were holding peony lanterns, laughing and talking, and they walked towards Guan Mingsong with their backs, not knowing where they were going.

Guan Mingsong suddenly remembered a Japanese ghost story - Peony Lantern.According to legend, the famous lady Alu fell in love with Shinzaburo, but they couldn't be together because of family differences. Alu fell ill from love and died of illness. The loyal maid Ami was also heartbroken and died in front of the master's bed.Shinsaburo broke into Ah Lu's house, but only got the news of his sweetheart's death. Shinsaburo returned home sad.Unexpectedly, on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival, the sound of clogs came from outside Shinsaburo's door. Shinsaburo opened the door, but saw Ah Lu, whom he had been thinking about day and night, and her maid, Ami, standing in front of the door with a peony lantern... …

At this point, Guan Mingsong was suddenly plunged into darkness, unable to breathe.He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them no matter what.

Oops, it's a nightmare.

Guan Mingsong sat up abruptly, only to find that he was still on the bed in the hotel, next to Song Jinfeng who was sleeping soundly.

Guan Mingsong took a deep breath, got out of bed, and planned to go to the balcony to get some air.There was a door on the balcony. Guan Mingsong tiptoed to open the door and walked out, then closed the door lightly.

Guan Mingsong was lying on the balcony, feeling a bit cold with the evening wind blowing.Suddenly, a ghostly light wandered over the rice fields at night, like a will-o'-the-wisp, but more like the light of a lantern.Guan Mingsong rubbed his eyes and opened them again. The light of the lantern was still floating there. Guan Mingsong suddenly felt horrified when he thought of the dream he had just had.

While Guan Mingsong was concentrating on watching the light in the rice field, Song Jinfeng in the room had a nightmare.Song Jinfeng seemed to be dreaming about the shooting that happened before. While sweating profusely, he said incoherently, "Mingsong...don't come here...there are guns, there are guns..."

The eerie light in the rice field was still there. Guan Mingsong heard the sound of Song Jinfeng having a nightmare in the room, and hurried back to the room, turned on all the lights, knelt on one knee in front of the bed, and called out nervously: "Jinfeng!"

Song Jinfeng opened his eyes suddenly, breaking free from the nightmare, his face was pale.

Song Jinfeng looked at Guan Mingsong in front of him and shook his head, before he said in shock, "Mingsong, I dreamed about the shooting again."

This is not Song Jinfeng's first nightmare after the shooting.It was obviously Guan Mingsong who got shot, but Song Jinfeng's stamina was obviously greater.

The two stayed for a while, and when Song Jinfeng regained his composure, Guan Mingsong went back to the balcony to look for the light just now, but he couldn't find it.

"What's in the rice field, look over there?" Song Jinfeng also came to the balcony.

Guan Mingsong came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

At this time, Song Jinfeng put away his hippie smiling face during the day, and stared nervously at Guan Mingsong in front of him, like a wild beast at night staring at its prey.

I don't know how it started, this tension developed into a sudden lust. Song Jinfeng blocked Guan Mingsong and kissed him forcefully.

Song Jinfeng hugged Guan Mingsong tightly, making Guan Mingsong breathless, as if he wanted to confirm the existence of the other party through this most intimate way.Ever since the shooting incident, Song Jinfeng has always hugged Guan Mingsong tightly like this, for fear that he would disappear.

Song Jinfeng was as usual, without too many tricks, only a fierce possession.

When he was emotional, Song Jinfeng cried. He buried his head on Guan Mingsong's neck and wiped away his tears.

Guan Mingsong was tossed by him for a long time, and he still wanted to coax him at this time.Guan Mingsong patted him on the back and coaxed, "What's the matter, Jinfeng?"

Song Jinfeng hugged Guan Mingsong tightly, and asked cryingly, "Mingsong, is it you?"

Guan Mingsong smiled and said, "It's not me, am I a ghost?"

Song Jinfeng's tears fell instantly, and fell on Guan Mingsong with a "crash".

Guan Mingsong was in a hurry, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not dead."

Song Jinfeng said in a nasal voice: "You are not allowed to die. If you die, you have to die after me. As a person, I am most afraid of not having anyone to accompany me, so you have to accompany me until I grow old."

"Not dead, neither of us will die." Guan Mingsong said softly.

The author has something to say: There is really nothing. . .