When it rains in Nanjing in winter, it has a cool temperament. Qinhuai is colorful, Jinling is misty and rainy, and the past events of the Six Dynasties are like flowing water. This city is used to seeing high-rise buildings suddenly rise and dynasties overturned, and life is as normal as its breathing.Brilliant or decadent, splendid or bleak, it is at ease. The rain made the Confucius Temple much quieter.The bustling market in the surrounding area is a little listless at the moment, and the fine garbage that usually swirls with the wind is stuck to the asphalt road by the accumulated water. The moisture dispels the smell of stinky tofu, and also dispels the bustling tourists taking pictures on the bridge.

Chen Jianxia stood on the bank of the Qinhuai River for a long time, silently staring at the pair of huge red-bottomed red-gold beauties opposite. Just now the taxi driver chatted with her and asked her if she was on a business trip or meeting friends. "Not on business. I don't have any friends here." Chen Jianxia has never had many friends.The mother and younger brother who used to avoid it now often call themselves, intimate and natural.Everything in the past has been faded by time, and the inescapable connection of blood relationship has shown its true power in today's Jian Xia who is going faster and faster.Only they are still with her.

There are fewer and fewer important people.The remaining people will become more and more important. She walked slowly along the stone wall on the shore, silently reading the names of each relief figure, and carefully pondering the charm in the stone.She once bought a fan at the Presidential Palace, with the words "The world is for the public" written on the front and "fraternity" written on the back. In front of the stone wall, fans are used as props to act as stone carving figures.She played Liu Rushi and he played Tang Yin, they were so lifelike that everyone else stopped to take pictures.

Standing in front of the stone sculpture, she was a little dazed and a little regretful. Such a good scene, she didn't leave a single photo.Back then, they were all taken away by strangers' cameras, and they don't know where they went. The walkway on the shore was not long, and she reached the end after walking for a while. After thinking about it, she bought a sightseeing boat ticket for 60 yuan. The ticket seller told her that the boat would leave in ten minutes.She offered to wait. The man at the ticket office saw the woman in front of him holding an oil-paper umbrella, grinned and wanted to strike up a conversation, but was stopped by Xia's cold eyes.

Chen Jianxia himself looked up at the cyan oil-paper umbrella. It was heavy, but the quality was not good.When it first rained, she bought it in the souvenir shop in the small market. The price was not cheap, and it should have been slaughtered, but she didn't care about it. Chen Jianxia has never been willing to care about since she was a child, but she used to have to care about it, fighting with her own face.Now that I have grown up and become independent, and I am no longer coerced by money to some extent, the feeling of freedom is very good.Whether to be slaughtered has long been a thought that can slip away in an instant.

It's just a pity.She stared at the spots and glue marks on the oil-paper umbrella and frowned slightly. Back then, she prayed for rain for so long, so she bought an oil-paper umbrella just to grit her teeth.He disdained her nagging, but when the rain fell, he grabbed her hand and ran back to the Qinhuai River, handing the umbrella to her. The umbrella in my memory is so perfect.Where did she put it later? "Okay, okay, don't you want to act in Dream of the Red Chamber? Act, act, sister Lin, it's your turn to vomit blood now, action!" Did he say so? The oil-paper umbrella evokes some memories but blurs others.

The man who sold the tickets knocked on the window, awakening Chen Jianxia. "There are too few passengers, don't sit on it, and they don't want to take a boat because of such a small number of people." Chen Jianxia cast her cold eyes on him again, "Really? I'll wait." The man shrank his neck in embarrassment, closed the window and made a phone call.After a while, the impatient boatman yelled, seeing Xia step onto the bow. The sightseeing boat departs from the Confucius Temple and heads slowly towards Bailuzhou Park.Jian Xia was the only passenger, sitting by the window in the third-to-last row.The tour guide was sitting in the penultimate row behind her, with a small black box speaker in his hand and a microphone in his ears. He rolled his eyes from the moment Xia Xia boarded the boat, and began to explain in a cadenced tone with a frosty face. The scenery on both sides.

Jian Xia didn't listen. She had also been on a sightseeing boat before, but it wasn't this kind of huge boat with the roar of the motor.The boatman rowed and only took them for a short distance, and the explanation was not professional, mixed with local dialect and loud laughter.Seeing that Xia had quarreled with him, she held her neck in tears and ignored him, looked up at both sides of the river, tried to imagine the scene of the Qinhuai River a thousand years ago, but she broke down in tears because someone around her said, "Dong Xiaowan can be considered an intellectual woman back then." for laughing.

Now there is only a sigh. "You don't have to talk. I don't need to listen." She turned her head and smiled slightly at the tour guide. The tour guide was stunned, as if he felt that this was not in line with the rules and wanted to refuse. "Really, you can take a break, and I won't complain to you." The little girl tour guide stared at her eyes, then thought that she would be much more relaxed this way, so she simply nodded and shrunk her neck into the seat. Jian Xia leaned her head against the window.The slow-moving ship finally left the modern Confucius Temple Wharf behind, and moved along the narrow green river, with the white walls and black tiles on both sides like a silent film, constantly regressing.The boat took Chen Jianxia and read the time backwards frame by frame.The stunning beauty of the century has been wiped out, and even if there is a trace of soul left, it can only float in the air and look at the tourists' digital cameras and smile.

While crossing the bridge, the boat had an engine problem and came to an awkward stop under the bridge.Under the bridge pier is engraved with the lovesick poem "Red beans grow in the South" in a disordered order, but the old residence on the bank has already been transformed into a high-end club, and the sound of music can be faintly heard at the door, drifting faintly from the rain. Jian Xia accidentally pushed open the window.The wet and cold breath made her shiver a little. The melody is Leslie Cheung's "Passing by Dragonfly". Jian Xia shook his head, and heard a slight click from the cervical spine.Her shoulder and neck strain has never healed. At this moment, the joints are stagnant, but it seems that the string of reason has been snapped.

There was once a boy who stood on a rowboat and sang this song loudly for her.She couldn't understand Cantonese, so she asked him what he was singing, and he said, Chen Jianxia, ​​just think of me as a dragonfly passing by. The unscrupulous young man who would say "123 Lin Daiyu deserves your crying action" carelessly, stood quietly on the bow of the boat at the moment of parting, looked into her eyes seriously and said. Take it as a dragonfly passing by me. In the tears, the lovesickness poems under the bridge were all blurred into one piece.Seeing Xia crying like no one else, her eye makeup was dazzled and her eyelashes were glued together. Nanjing is really a cool city.She didn't think so. When she came here for the first time, the bustling Confucius Temple Market welcomed her with open arms.The Presidential Palace, Tangtuan Shop, Ming Dynasty Mausoleum, Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup, Crab Shell Yellow... There is no place that is cold.Perhaps it was because the boy next to me had a hot heart beating in his chest, and even Nanjing gave her some face. Or maybe it's her who is cold, without surprises and gratitude, the more she knows, the colder she becomes. Knowledge is like a kind of food, constantly feeding the beast in her heart, the beast that was once hungry and weak like a cat-now it has finally grown up, and the weak she can finally stand behind it proudly, no longer Don't be bullied. She would rather spend years raising the beast alone than depend on it. Jian Xia asked herself countless times, do you regret it?Chen Jianxia, ​​do you regret it? The answer has always been no.Jian Xia deeply knew that no matter which path he chose at the beginning, he would regret it in the end. So she told herself silently, that feeling is not called regret, but greed. However, no matter how greedy she is, all she wants is to ride the beast in her heart to catch a passing dragonfly.