Wangchuan Bridge, you are not old, just because the years are quiet and the breeze is not dry!

Characters: Mr. Almost, Tramp, Storyteller, Mr. Meow Meow, Traveler A, Traveler B, Jian Xiaoshu, Zheng Xiaohai, Traveler C, Ding, Zhang Chen, Man, Woman.

Time At the beginning of autumn in 2019 (Jihai), various places are actively launching campaigns to eradicate gangs and evil, and some results have been achieved. Breeze in the morning and a little drizzle.

Location Jiangsu, Yuandujie.

[The curtain opens: This type of market in the Yuan Tu Realm is no longer unusual. A few decades ago, people still came and went like the original market, running around without feeling disgusted. Those who set up stalls here to buy fruits and vegetables are all earned from hard work in their own fields and are absolutely green and pollution-free. After shopping around for a while, you will find some eye-catching objects that will make you unable to move. You must buy them as souvenirs before you give up. Or baked clay porcelain dolls, or paper kites woven from bamboo, or hand-carved wooden jewelry, or ink fans held by literati, or patterned flowers matched by cloth vendors, etc. . If you are tired, there is a tea vendor selling tea in a tent not far away. You can sit down, rest your feet, and have a bowl of unique and fragrant tea. It is a good time to wait for the rest of the year. If you're hungry again, you can just order a bowl of pulpy rice with various ingredients (a new method developed by the vendor himself, it's called "sloppy rice" because it doesn't look good and is lumped together). It's worth thousands of miles. Far away, I came here just for a try. In short, this is the most lively and mixed place in the city. You can hang out for a long time without worrying about anything.

[Here, you can see tourists who come from thousands of miles away just to see the antique style of the buildings of various factions. Businessmen from all over the country will gather here to discuss which goods can be sold at a high price and make plans for the next year until the end of the year. There is no shortage of craftsmen staying there, either renting shops or setting up stalls on the spot. If you are a good person, this is definitely the best choice - you can find all kinds of gossip. What are the price fluctuations in the fruit and vegetable market, what are the fascinating tourist destinations, what are the ridiculous prices of bamboo rats that are "three yuan for one, three for ten yuan", and what are the mobile software that fulfills the dream of writing. I have to put this place into a category, it can be regarded as a microcosm of society!

[What we are going to talk about now is such a market.

[Standing not far away, you can see the three characters Yuan Tujie and the stone arch bridge named Wangchuan. After walking for a while, Delai Restaurant will come into view. It is a large restaurant mainly made of sandalwood. If you are lucky, you will also see storytellers near Wangchuan Bridge. That place is considered a market in the traditional sense. In addition, there are also some shops selling various items, or vendors setting up stalls on the spot. "Speak out" slogans were plastered everywhere, catering to the new era's right to free speech.

[There were several pedestrians, carrying satchels and caps, taking pictures with their mobile phones. It was very noisy; although I couldn’t name them exactly, it was interesting. There were a few pedestrians, whose names they could not name, sitting on the stone benches next to the Wangchuan Bridge, listening to the storyteller talking about ancient and modern events. Or if you look more carefully, you can find two people walking one behind the other - Zheng Xiaohai and Jian Xiaoshu. They are discussing passionately. Judging from the cannibalistic posture, they should be fighting for the future of Delai Restaurant. chatter.

[Today can be considered ordinary, but it is also different from the usual ordinary. It has more unusual elements. Even if it were really ordinary, I probably wouldn't be able to write any exciting plot - it would just be a few scratches and pass as a shoddy one. But if it is true or false, it can lead to some vague plots written in ordinary times, and then with a little arrangement, modification and further advancement, it can turn decay into magic, and in three or five hours, it can become an interesting article. This gap between truth and falsehood, virtuality and reality, is the ordinaryness of ordinaryness itself, which can be regarded as an extraordinary ordinaryness.

[Zhang Chen walked slowly by the river, feeling the vows he had made here.

[Mr. Xiang hurriedly returned to Yuan Tu Realm as if he had something urgent to do.

[The homeless man was dragging a sack and bending over. He was wearing dusty and shabby clothes and looked unkempt, picking up plastic bottles and cans thrown by pedestrians on the ground.

The homeless man is so anxious. Seeing you walking back and forth, you must be worried! (Standing up, holding a plastic bottle in his hand) Why don't you talk and listen, so that you can relieve your frown.

Almost. How do you know that I have something on my mind? It’s not that I wanted to play with such anxiety.

Tramp Since ancient times, there are people who have enough to eat and nothing to do. They just do all kinds of fancy things to attract the attention of others. (Pointing) But no matter how much you think about it, you will never fall into their ranks and ask for the unpleasant boredom. From this we can conclude that my heart is almost floating and I cannot settle down.

About the same (puzzled) Listening to what Mr. Wang said and said, it was not like what I saw in front of me. It also means "hiding deep in the bustling city without letting people notice it, tending to avoid fame and wealth and enjoy leisure", which must be a person.

The tramp is just a poor man who has read some bad books, what kind of character is he! (Rifling through the books he picked up hidden in his clothes) Well, I usually live by picking up garbage, and most of the time I just sit in a shady place and read some picked up books. Occasionally, I would go to Delai Restaurant and have a bowl of rice. This life was very pleasant!

Almost If I were as open-minded and optimistic as you, I wouldn't be trapped by life and troubled by all kinds of dross. (Sigh) There is nothing that can be done about it. I let it destroy my body, but I can only watch it willingly.

Tramp Why don’t you talk and listen!

It's almost the same. I'm worried about someone who can listen, so it doesn't hurt to say it. (He soothed his brows, found a place somewhere, and sat on the spot) Let’s start with the letter from a few days ago...

Come to the restaurant. But who would have imagined that the door is still closed and has not yet been opened. And usually at this time, the store has already opened for business, so why wait until this time? Mr. Xiang was impatient, so he paced back and forth, entering and exiting the Yuan Tu Realm. As for the matter of the letter, we have to turn to Jian Xiaoshu.

The storyteller (holding a fan) talks about all the things in the world, but they are all those that do not suit people's hearts. He speaks from his heart, but his words are filled with tears. According to the original process, it should have continued from the last book. But today, I am going to do the opposite and tell you a story that I have been listening to recently. (opera tone) Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter!

Pedestrian A: In my opinion, it’s better to continue what I said in the last book. What happened next? I couldn't sleep all night and didn't think about food or drink. (Pointing to the eyes) Look, I have dark circles under my eyes. I have to keep listening.

Pedestrian B I think a new story would be more attractive. Besides, sir, you can't run away here, so you can come whenever you want. Why don't you spend the money of a bowl of crappy rice and order something you don't like?

Pedestrian A: This is absolutely necessary. I will have to go to Delai Restaurant to eat pulpy rice later!

Pedestrian B: It seems that the situation has been decided, and no one seems to be fighting for it. (Looking at the storyteller) Sir, I will follow your wishes and your heart.

Storyteller Say it first, not even half a sentence is too much. If you really spend the money of a bowl of crappy rice, just follow the list I wrote, it may not work. (Smile) It all depends on your mood, your desires, your heart!

[At this moment, I saw Mr. Meow Meow flying over the wall and arriving at the storyteller’s table.

Mr. Mewmew, meow, meow. (Rubbing the storyteller’s hand, asking for a touch) Meow ow~.

Storyteller It seems that our Mr. Mewmew also wants to listen to stories told by a bad old man like me. (Puffing Mr. Mewmew) Then, without further ado, everyone here, listen to what I have to say!

Mr. Mewmew Meow~.

Storyteller Looking from the southeast, there is a stone arch bridge named "Forgotten River". As for the origin of this name, it has to be traced back many years ago. At that time, this place was not called Yuantu Realm. To be specific, it didn't even have a decent name; let alone the bustling market today, it was just a relatively deserted land. Although there is a river that allows nearby people to fish for a living, it also brings a lot of inconvenience. A small number of fishermen began to make a living by ferrying people across the river, and they were able to earn some money to support their families. Later, the local government launched a large-scale construction project. For the sake of sustainable economic development, the bridge was completed. Because the river was rushing across the bank, it was named "Wangchuan"; later it was changed to "Wangchuan" to warn future generations not to forget the hard work of their predecessors in building the bridge. Nowadays, this stone arch bridge has been turned over and over again, but its name has never been changed.

[Jian Xiaoshu stopped on the Wangchuan Bridge, looking at the rapid river, thoughtfully.

Jian Xiaoshu It turns out that this Wangchuan Bridge still has such a history! (Thoughtfully) After what you said, my state a few days ago became even more irrelevant. After writing articles for several years, I really took myself seriously. I was really short-sighted, very short-sighted!

Zheng Xiaohai, I’m afraid you said it wrong again. (Looking at Jian Xiaoshu) We have witnessed your talent, it cannot be faked. Otherwise, the storyteller would not have accepted you as his apprentice. When you are young, you should be energetic, you should be aggressive and gunpowder, and you should challenge authority. To be irresponsible, you will not lose anything.

Jian Xiaoshu Sometimes, for some reason, I fall into endless hesitation. I can't get out of the strange circle that binds my hands and feet, and I can't enter my true heart; I just keep floating, feeling so uncomfortable that I can't go up or down. It was pitch black ahead, without a trace of light, and even hope was denied. When I want to take the first step, I don’t know if I am going in the opposite direction or drifting away. This is probably a common problem among literary creators. They struggle to find the motivation to live and gradually deny themselves.

Zheng Xiaohai It is true that this is said, but it is also a feeling. At least, during this illusory time, I was crazy about it. (Holds the stone pier) After thinking about it, there seems to be a story spreading on the Wangchuan Bridge. When literature is no longer that pure literature, but at this time it loses the right to love, and there are dark clouds. Who can bear that feeling of helplessness!

Jian Xiaoshu What’s the story about Wangchuan Bridge? (Looking forward to) If you can talk about it and listen to it, I can use it as material for the next article. I have been out of inspiration for several days, and I haven’t updated it anymore. Although not many people believe this is true, they still have a glimmer of hope. Just in case, just in case, I can make a name for myself!

Zheng Xiaohai, do you really want to hear it?

Jian Xiaoshu That can still be false.

Zheng Xiaohai, this is not as good as what your master said, it is not as expressive. If you have to listen, then I will just bite the bullet and say it. Don't laugh after listening to this, just chat and amuse yourself on weekdays.

Jian Xiaoshu OK. (Nodding)

Zheng Xiaohai Since the "Wangchuan Bridge" was built, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have been eager to walk, and it has also boosted the local economy. Occasionally, you can see people setting up stalls here to sell their own fruits and vegetables; but most of the time, there are only bustling pedestrians here. But if you cross this bridge every day to buy on the other side, you will see a young man holding a book in his hand and reading heartily. And not long after, I saw a beautiful woman selling some picked flowers by the bridge. In fact, at that time, everyone was talking privately, saying that a talented man and a beautiful woman were a perfect match. Guess what, after going back and forth like this for about a month or two, they were getting closer and closer, just as people were talking about.

Jian Xiaoshu What happened next? Are they married?

Zhengxiaohai Later, it was just because God did not want it. The young man really fell in love with her and found a matchmaker to go to the woman's home to propose marriage. But this is not an easy thing. She has always been disliked by the woman's family, saying that she is a poor scholar with little money.

Out of helplessness and love, I had no choice but to choose the path of elopement. But in the end they were caught and scolded in public, and they were never allowed to see each other again. From then on, that young man would still come to this "Wangchuan Bridge" and continue to read heartily with books in his hands. It's just that the flower seller is missing, and there are also some after-dinner discussions.

Jian Xiaoshu (sighs) It seems that there is really no way out for writing articles, they are all so poor.

Zheng Xiaohai This cannot be generalized, there are always special ones.

[Zhang Chen walked slowly by the river and saw the Wangchuan Bridge.

Pedestrian C: Wangchuan Bridge? (Looking back) Zhang Chen, what’s the origin of this bridge?

Pedestrian Ding A bridge, what is its origin?

Zhang Chen? Wangchuan Bridge, Wangchuan? Forgotten River? (Thinking) I seem to have heard someone mention it somewhere, but I just can’t remember it.

Pedestrian C If you can’t remember it, let’s forget it. Come and take a photo for us as a souvenir of our visit.

Pedestrian Ding, if you want me to secretly engrave "Visit here" on it, that would be fun!

Pedestrian C, you are so incompetent.

Zhang Chen I remembered that I heard it from my elders before. It seems that it was not the "Forgotten River" at that time, but the "Wang" that looked out. (Holds camera) Come on, come closer, smile, smile.

[The tramp continued to talk, and Mr. Almost also listened.

Tramp Later, the young man left, and people never saw him on this bridge again. Not long after she left, the woman was married to a well-known local wealthy businessman. People are talking about this matter, saying that the young man accepted the money from the wealthy businessman and gave up his waist for five measures of rice. But even though there was such discussion, it was nothing on the day of celebration. It was a day when the years were quiet and the breeze was not dry. Firecrackers were blasting, gongs and drums were noisy, and it was so lively. In the traditional style, the groom brought big red flowers and rode on a white horse to marry the bride. Almost everyone in the town witnessed that moment. When the sedan was carried across Wangchuan Bridge, the woman abandoned the handkerchief she had held in her hand for a long time and let it fly away in the wind. Perhaps at that moment, thousands of words rushed into my heart, but I could only hold back the tears. After all, that day was her big day.

Almost. It turns out that there is such a sad love story on this Wangchuan Bridge. (Sigh) I always feel that I will give up my waist for five buckets of rice, and I will give up love for the sake of life. Maybe I didn't even have the courage to say that I was eloping, so I could only let things develop.

Tramp "A useless person is a scholar", this is true. If you are not good at picking up garbage, most of the articles you write are just self-admiration and have no actual value at all.

Pretty much, but that's not respectable.

Tramp If being decent can be enough to make a living, I would also like to be decent.

Almost. Listening to you is worth ten years of reading. (Wry smile) Everyone calls me Mr. Almost, but it seems I still have a lot to do!

[The storyteller spoke slowly.

Storyteller Later, due to various reasons, "Wangchuan" was changed to "Wangchuan". And this story has faded out of people’s after-dinner conversation. (Touching Mr. Meow Meow) Also recently, when I was collecting stories at Delai Restaurant, I heard it from a passing traveler. We also talked about some changes in various styles, and we could feel some clues from her words.

Pedestrian A must be the woman in the story!

Pedestrian B There is no such coincidence in the world.

Pedestrian A, maybe!

Pedestrian B: Anyway, I think there are no such coincidences in this world.

Storyteller: It may be a coincidence, or it may be fate. Not to mention, she may have just heard what others said, and when she saw me collecting the story, she casually chatted a few words.

But if it were a coincidence, after all these years, when I return to this place, things have changed and people have changed, and I can't find the same feeling as before. As for that man, I am afraid he will get married early and have a family full of children and grandchildren.

[Near Wangchuan Bridge, a young man and woman were chatting heartily.

Men? When they see a girl, they can no longer study with peace of mind.

Woman? The little girl is just a flower seller, so why does her husband have such a haunting dream about her?

Men? The girl’s appearance is comparable to that of a fairy in the sky. Besides, when it comes to conversation, I'm afraid I'm just pretending to be a flower seller.

Woman? Since the gentleman said this, the little lady doesn’t need to cover up. I have admired Mr. Wang's name for a long time, so I came to Wangchuan Bridge to find out. I just met Mr., and he seems to have some thoughts.

Man? Will you come again tomorrow?

Woman? I don’t know.

Men? I hope that tomorrow I can recite poems and talk to the girl like this, and talk so freely.

Woman? If not?

Men? That’s not the case!

——The curtain falls

I pay tribute to Mr. Lao She’s "Teahouse", so I boldly follow the example of the gourd. Qia also tried the writing form of drama to experience the literary beauty that is different from prose, novels and poetry. If there are any shortcomings, please give me some advice!