01

The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Jinling, the scenery on the banks of the Qinhuai River is good, and the orchid boat is beautiful and fragrant. Don't talk about high-ranking officials and nobles or down-and-out scholars, even if the situation is different, what they all have in common is that they all have a pink heart.

Wang Sheng was drinking his cup on this day, but he listened to the two scholars at the next table chatting:

"Miss Lan invites guests to the Youlan Pavilion to enjoy the flowers, can Brother Sun be interested in going with her?"

"Since it is an invitation from the orchid girl, how can I let go of the opportunity, I heard that there are thousands of orchids in the Orchid Pavilion, and the mountains are strange and secluded, but it is rare to see it, but I don't know that there is no letter...... Is it going to be abrupt?"

Wang Sheng drank the wine in the cup and sneered silently.

This place of fireworks in the song house brothels is all ushered in, where are there any clean people? Don't say abrupt, I'm afraid it's too late to be happy.

That Lan girl Wang Sheng has heard of it, it is said that she can depict a wonderful orchid and bamboo, chanting poetry and couplets, and she is also quite generous and free, and she is a famous exquisite character in the Jinling area, but now she is an old girl in her twenties, and she wants to come to this invitation, which is nothing more than a cover for her sister-in-law to catch people's attention.

Lanzhu is elegant and noble, but now it is used by the women of the party to decorate the façade, as if it really has such a pure meaning. But I don't know that although the appearance is clean, the pickled in it is difficult to hide.

Wang Sheng was a little disdainful of such a woman, but in the end, I heard that this woman was the daughter of a wealthy family in Jiangnan, and she had a lot of origins in falling into the dust, but she was a little interested, so she followed the two scholars at the next table to go to the Youlan Pavilion together.

After a conversation on the road, Wang Shengfang knew that this orchid girl's surname was Ma, her real name was the word Shouzhen, because of her ancestral home in southern Hunan, and she liked orchids, and she often wrote about orchids in the painting, so she got the name of Ruolan.

These words made Wang Sheng a little more curious, and wanted to take a look at what this Lan girl was like, and she had such a creation in this land of fireworks.

02

Jinling is prosperous, although the garden has the delicate and meticulous nature of the south of the Yangtze River, but it is inevitable to carry the wealth and nobility of the imperial capital, and even the small places are beautiful. Especially in this land of smoke and willows on the bank of the Qinhuai River, it is more charming and enchanting on top of the wealth, and it seems to be full of wind and smoke, strong and viscous.

The saying that the water of the Qinhuai River is all fat powder is not groundless.

But when he entered the Youlan Pavilion, Wang Sheng had a feeling that he had come to the wrong place.

The entrance is lined with original stones, and after a few seemingly messy but quite orderly mountain stones, there is a small piece of bamboo, and a winding path is opened between the bamboo forests, adding a sense of loneliness, as if entering a mountain hut, without the slightest turbid atmosphere on the side of the fireworks. The forest is not big, and it is not a few steps to the end, but it is a different scene:

The pebble-paved ground is chaotic but exquisite, and there are all kinds of orchids as far as the eye can see, not piled up in one go, but borrowing the mountain to borrow the momentum: the side of the cobblestone is elegant, the rockery crack is tenacious, the straight wall is obliquely exposed and arrogant, and there are different styles in different places, which is really wonderful.

The HOS follows the heart of the owner, the rich house is inevitably flashy, the poor family is inevitably stingy, and such as the elegance of this orchid pavilion, the owner must also be a wonderful person, no matter how bad it is, it is also a person who loves Lan and understands Lan.

At this time, Wang Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, feeling a little guilty about his previous vain speculation, and he was glad that he didn't slander his heart in the teahouse.

When Miss Lan came out, Wang Sheng was looking at an orchid, smelling the commotion of everyone, and turned around to see her appearance:

Although the facial features are exquisite, Qin Huai, who is like a cloud of beauty, is not absolutely outstanding, the figure is petite and slightly weak, although it is not as pitiful as Xizi's heart, but the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are clear and clear, or the reason for Ailan, a moon-white dark pattern woven orchid skirt is elegant and indifferent, and it is not obvious that it is a prostitute in the Chu Pavilion of the Red Mansion, and the temperament of the body is like a lady in the scholarly family.

It's no wonder that such children can still dominate the Jinling Fengyue field at the age when they can go to school.

Here, Wang Sheng was secretly thinking about the evaluation, and before he could listen carefully to what the Nalan girl said, when he turned his attention, he heard a delicate but angry voice:

"Where, where. Today, Ruolan is inviting everyone to enjoy the orchid, because she thinks you are elegant gentlemen. I am a dusty person, but I also know that frivolous prostitutes should go to those red tents where sheng songs are constantly sold, and the ones who talk nonsense should be the drunken customers in the restaurant, but they are definitely not the elegant guests in my Youlan Pavilion. ”

It is difficult to distinguish the good from the bad under the elegant appearance, and there are many people who sell dog meat with sheep's heads in these years.

But Wang Sheng didn't expect Ruolan to be so direct and outspoken, people like them who live by benefactors, are the most long-sleeved and good at dancing, and never offend people easily, as unceremonious as she is today, but she is a rare temperament.

The host spoke, and the person who wanted to take the opportunity to tease the oil still had the face to stay, and immediately scolded "I want to be a bitch and want to set up an archway" and threw away his sleeves.

Everyone was a little embarrassed, but seeing that Ruolan didn't care, she hooked her lips and smiled, more sympathy for that person than self-esteem:

"Since ancient times, celebrities and gentlemen have been romantic, but I don't know that some people have learned to be obscene according to cats and tigers. ”

Such a playful remark made everyone laugh, and the unhappiness of the right talent was swept away.

is only prosperous and charming, but I don't know that the beauty is thorny and poisonous.

The Youlan Pavilion was built by Ruolan herself, although it is not big, but it is not small, and her arrangement is full of scenery, which has been praised by everyone.

"The empty valley is like this, the people are like this, the scenery is like this, and it is worthy of the three words 'Youlan Pavilion', and this trip is not worthwhile. Everyone walked around in twos and threes, and at some point, Wang Sheng had already paced to Ruolan's side, looking at a cluster of orchids and opening his mouth.

Ruolan turned around when she heard this, but saw a person: wide eyebrows and high eyes, simple clothes, it was the end of youth and the beginning of middle age, stiff and handsome, but quite depressed, I am afraid that it is a little unsatisfactory.

"Childe praised. Ruolan returned the salute and thanked him, and after a conversation, he knew that this Wang Sheng was originally called Wang Sheng, and the word Baigu.

This time Ruolan was surprised, and then saluted and said: "'Purple on the robe of the color borrowed from the Xiangjun, and the incense is smoked in the Taiji Palace', I heard that the son is right at the age of four, and he can write big characters at the age of six, and he can compose poems at the age of ten. Childe's name Ruolan has never heard of it, and I don't want to be lucky to see it today. ”

If you want to say that this Wang Sheng was a talented man who became famous in Jiangnan when he was young, it is no wonder that when he first heard it in the restaurant, he was a little disdainful of the Lan girl in the scholar's mouth. But what I saw and felt today, I found that this Ruolan was actually a rare strange woman, seeing that although she fell into the dust, it was not cheap, but she was arrogant and did not reduce her talent, and she couldn't help but feel a little more pity.

The more he talked, the more Wang Sheng felt that this girl was wonderful, and suddenly he had a feeling of hating to see each other, so he wrote a pair of four big characters of "Empty Valley Youlan" and gave it to the beauty.

Ruolan looked at these words and said well:

"The prince of the capital writes a good hand, the real grass is not a problem, Ruolan has only seen the son's official book, the ancient square circle is unrestrained, I don't want this cursive to look up and reflect the belt, with the situation, with the body shape, but also have a unique charm. Ruolan really picked up the treasure today!"

"Although I am good at Li, but the girl is dexterous and jumpy, elegant and uninhibited, and the official book is inevitably rigid, only the grass can be lined with the delicacy of this Youlan Pavilion, in order to show the girl's activity. Wang Sheng put down his pen, shook his smile, his heart was around, and then said:

Since the girl likes it, the Baigu also spoke to the girl shyly, and heard that the girl painted a good hand, but I don't know if there is a chance to get one. ”

Ruolan smiled in return, and only said: "What's so difficult about this?" was about to pick up the pen, but the maid came to whisper a few words, put down the pen at the moment, and smiled apologetically at Wang Sheng:

"I'm afraid I can't do it today, my mother is urging Ruolan to go over, I think it's a little urgent, if the son doesn't give up, you can come to my Youlan Pavilion to sit in your spare time, and then Ruolan will make up for today's appointment for you. ”

Wang Sheng was originally disappointed in his career, but today it is rare to meet such a temperamental woman as Ruolan, and he unconsciously became a confidant. Knowing that she is not as popular as an ordinary courtesan, she wants to be common but afraid of being abrupt, and she is worried that she doesn't know what to do.

03

Since that day, with Ruolan's words, Wang Sheng came to Youlan Hall to sit in the Youlan Pavilion during the day, and talked about books and paintings with Ruolan, so he was uncomfortable and happy.

At that time, Ruolan was already a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River, although there were many people who came to admire her, but not all of them could get acquainted, because of her lonely personality and that freedom, she didn't need to look at her mother's face, and she was also free and easy.

On this day, Wang Sheng mentioned something and asked Ruolan, "A few days ago, I heard that the nine-thousand-year-old held an orchid appreciation conference, and that orchid picture was from Qingqing's hand. ”

Ruolan heard him ask, understood that his career was not smooth, and she was very disdainful of these flies and dogs, and she knew a little in her heart, but seeing that he was not buried in his heart and doubted himself, but opened his mouth to ask, he was inevitably happy about this trust. Covering his lips and smiling at the moment, he does not deny:

"Indeed, I have asked for it here. The Wei thief is in a high position, and I can't refute his face like duckweed. But if you let me offer it with both hands like this, I am unwilling to do so. Not to mention the side, he is not worthy of this orchid fragrance. If you can't hide, you have to tease him. ”

Wang Sheng just heard someone mention it, so he came to ask, who knew that Ruolan readily admitted it, but after listening to what he said, he seemed to have an inside story, and he was also interested, and said, "Why do you say this?"

"The ink of the Painted Lan is mixed with night incense, and incense powder is added to cover the breath, if the thief is happy, he must always observe it, but it is like the fly staring at the cow dung. ”

Wang Sheng was stunned, Mobao is elegant, and everyone who reads respects him, but he didn't expect this woman to be so naughty, although he felt that something was wrong, but when he thought that the person was holding the night incense as a treasure, he immediately laughed, but after laughing, he was also worried: "Wei thief has a small heart, and he has always been retribution, if he is discovered, how can Qingqing be good?"

"Although the fragrance of powder has faded over time, but after entering the room of Zhilan for a long time without smelling its fragrance, and entering the abalone for a long time without smelling its smell, even if someone finds out in the future, who would dare to say it? Besides, there are many people who have handled this painting, who dares to say that it is done by me, a woman who has no grudge against and has no grudge against the 9,000-year-old? I am afraid that it is too late for my lordship. Ruolan didn't care, but folded her hands together, and said like a sister-in-law: "It's just Amitabha, I owe a good orchid." ”

is so playful and clever, she looks like a woman of the same age, but like a little girl who doesn't know the world.

It's just that the little girl doesn't have a seven-trick heart like her.

When Wang Sheng saw her say this, he was no longer nervous, thinking about the scene when he first met, and changed the topic: "Others easily got the painting, but I have been begging for a long time but there is no trace. Then he ordered someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then remembered the preface, and smiled: "Qingqing, don't use the ink treasure left over from the painting the day before yesterday to paint for me." ”

Ruolan also smiled when she heard this, glared at him, and her eyes were full of flattery: "Why don't you add more entanglement to Ruolan, lest Ruolan can't afford to buy good ink treasures, and take those pickles to deal with Gongzi." ”

When laughing, the maid has already prepared things, if Lan thought about it a little, dipped in ink and waved the pen, raised a few horizontal and oblique brushes, waved a picture of the orchid, not as often painted orchids, but their own original one-leaf painting, a touch of oblique leaves alone orchids between the mountains and stones, quiet and ethereal rhyme.

Wang Sheng looked at it seriously from the side, and was also amazed by her seemingly casual but actually meticulous appearance, and applauded with a high-five. Who knew that Ruolan did not mean to close the pen, but immediately inscribed four lines of poetry on the side:

A leaf of orchid and an arrow flower, who is lonely at the end of the world?

Since it was written in the silver paper, it is not afraid of wind, cold and rain.

Wang Sheng didn't realize it at first, but when he saw this poem, he was suddenly stunned. Ruolan sighed to herself, "Who is lonely", and hoped to "write it on a silver note", how could he not understand such thoughts? But he didn't know how to respond, not to mention the famous family of the Wang family, whether he allowed the Huantang woman to enter the house, that is, he really promised her a lifetime, such a down-and-out person like himself, he already didn't know the way forward, how could he drag others with him?

At this time, the wind and snow are emotional, but it is nonsense to talk about marriage.

Wang Sheng is not a person who is good at hiding his thoughts, all his thoughts appear on the face, how smart Ruolan is, he does not break it, only taking advantage of the ink stains in the inkstone to dry, and another one, but it is a different scene: on the cliff, leaning on the side of an orchid, but not straight up, but hanging his head down the cliff, standing up straight to the abyss, next to the inscription four sentences:

The cliffs and cliffs spray strange fragrances, and the weeping liquid is empty and the passers-by are busy;

If it weren't for the high position, it would be inevitable that Zhumen would be accompanied by evening makeup.

When Wang Sheng came back to his senses, Ruolan's last sentence was just finished.

After getting along these days, he already knew that she was lonely, and she was not as good as the person who welcomed her to the side, she had her own character and integrity, but he couldn't give a promise, even if he understood it, some things were not as simple as they appeared.

Ruolan already knew more than others, and she didn't break it, so she just put down her pen and smiled: "On a whim, I couldn't help but make one more picture, and I have the right to make an apology for a long time in arrears, Gongzi Haihan." "I don't want to mention the painting.

If you don't understand, you don't want to understand.

You don't have to force it.

After chatting a few words, and waiting until the ink was dry, Wang Sheng carefully collected the painting and got up to make a speech.

Ruolan didn't keep it, as in the past, and sent it to the door.

04

Although she doesn't say anything in her mouth, Ruolan is depressed in her heart, even if she is arrogant, she is a person in the wind and moon after all, she is arrogant and arrogant, if she talks about marriage, she is a concubine in the eyes of others, and she can't get on the stage after all.

After a few months of contact, she had already secretly promised Wang Sheng that she was so tempted today, but she didn't get a word from you, and she couldn't force a smile after being free and easy, thinking about closing the door for a few days to be quiet, and I didn't know whether it was intentional or not, Wang Sheng would come to the Youlan Pavilion for a few days.

The reason for this is that Ruolan is too lazy to think about it, but in the end, it is also transparent: the future is uncertain, the weather is uncertain, it is rain and storms, and it is good to only have a cloud of smoke and rain to live in peace.

It was half a month after Wang Sheng came back, and Ruolan had already seen it at that time, both of them were smart people, and they didn't mention the events of that day, but just drank tea and talked about books as in the past, and commented on poetry and paintings.

It's just that what I feel in my heart, I'm afraid only I know.

After more than a month like this, Wang Sheng was very happy to come to the door one day.

Ruolan listened to him quietly, and knew that it was Zhao Zhigao, a scholar of Kyoto University, who recommended him to participate in the compilation of the history of the country, and the old friend of Jinling was Mo Ruo himself, so he came to tell him as soon as he got the letter, sharing the joy in his heart.

Since getting acquainted, Wang Sheng has expressed his unwillingness several times, and this time he has a bright day, looking at his overflowing joy, Ruolan is also happy for him, and said hello to the day and set a banquet to see him off.

The days passed quickly, and on the day of Wang Lang's departure, Ruolan toasted three glasses and said:

"Today, Ruolan first drank three cups, one thanked the heavens for giving the concubine and Lang Jun to know each other, the second wished Lang Jun a smooth and healthy trip, and the third hoped that Jun would meet Bole and the pearl would eventually remove the dust. After saying that, he drank three cups in a row, and he was very free and easy.

Wang Sheng's heart was moved when he saw this, he had not been happy for more than 30 years, and now he is nearly forty, and there are few deep friends who have not given up, so he can't help but feel a little sad. Who knew that there were people who understood themselves like this on the banks of the Qinhuai River in Fireworks Willow Lane, which was really a great blessing in life.

After returning the salute, he couldn't help but sigh: "Qingqing's intentions, Yu Wei has zero feelings, he will be able to spread his wings in the future, and he will definitely not be disappointed." ”

The answer to the hope of the past is heard today, Ruolan is a temperamental person after all, and immediately gave a poem to answer:

The wine and clothes are allowed to follow, what is the reason for the east wind to send the guests sad?

The flying flowers of the creek road are thin and thin, and the weeping willows of Jinting are still clinging;

The sail is far away from the pedestrians, and the heart of the lost couple is late with the sunset;

The eyes are full of streamers, and the spring color of Mojiao is late.

Although Wang Sheng's words are good, she actually understands in her heart that there have been many stories of scholars and courtesans since ancient times, and after all, how many of them can live and live in both places? Although Wang Lang's words are fists, the world is unpredictable, and if you say goodbye at this time, I am afraid that it will be goodbye forever.

Thinking like this, after Wang Sheng left, Ruolan was not as happy as in the past, it was the new fat powder, the lively lantern festival, and even the new calligraphy and painting, which could make her happy as in the past.

During the day, I sat in the Youlan Pavilion for a long time, and the person in a trance was still laughing and talking with himself, but when he looked at it, it was just an empty stool, and the elegant orchids in the past were now only dim, and the petals that gradually withered with the seasons were also like themselves, depressed and lifeless.

The mother in the building looked at her like this and said a lot, but her temper was weird, and she closed her door as soon as she was angry, and she had saved a lot of body over the years, so it didn't affect her daily use.

It's like this day after day, it's inevitable to drink alone when you're lonely, and you're lonely for a few days, and after waking up from a dream, you only feel that the pillow is cold, calm down and think about it, and you shouldn't feel it, but if you return to the past and usher in the days you send to, you're even more unwilling.

The days passed, and there was a letter every month, and in the end, there was no trace, and Ruolan's heart became cold.

That's it, after all, she is an infatuated woman, both ancient and modern.

It's just that why can't you see through it and can't let it go?

05

Spring goes to autumn, summer goes to winter solstice, so year after year, it is thirty years in the blink of an eye.

At that time, Qin Huai Mingyan was still a now, and the temperament and charm of the whole body had not changed, but the Jiangnan genius at that time was almost twilight.

Over the years, Ruolan has gone from the beginning of her soul to the end of her indifferent response, and in the eyes of others, only Miss Daolan finally saw it, but only she knew what it was. At the beginning, she was still looking forward to his news, and tried her best to inquire in many ways, but in the end, she was relieved: some feelings and some people do not necessarily have to be on the surface, and it is not necessarily bad to be precipitated by it.

It's just a pity that the Buddha said that birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, parting, and asking are the seven sufferings of life, but the bitterness is not necessarily sweet.

The world makes people, and what I want to know is always unreasonable, but I finally want to let go, but I got the news again.

In the end, Ruolan knew that Wang Sheng had been in Beijing for a year, but he could not be reused as usual, and finally quit his errand and returned to his hometown in Gusu.

Whether it was because of the shameless words before leaving, or because of some other reason, it didn't matter, both of them were dying, and they were no longer as arbitrary as when they were young, and they didn't care about the world's eyes.

Ruolan was unwilling in the end, and she also went to Gusu to visit after a few months and a half, and the conversation was still the tea and calligraphy and painting of the past, which was elegant after all, but it was also inexplicably sad.

If you don't speak, I won't be silent, and I can't be like a young man who doesn't know sorrow.

After all, what the love in my heart is, it's all in the past.

thought that he should die with such regrets, but in the end, he was still undiminished. On this day, Qin Huai's famous Yan outside Gusu City came to the wind, and he was only willing to pour out all the feelings that he didn't dare to say in the past.

mentioned that day, all the Yashi in the entire Gusu City sighed that Lian was not old: there was a song in the workshop that amazed the four seats, and the crying voice made everyone present feel grateful.

The 70th birthday banquet of Wang Sheng, a talented son in the south of the Yangtze River, was helped by Ruolan, a talented woman who had amazed the entire Qin Huai, and finally became a good story for the ages.

It's just that no one cares, and after that day, the lonely clean orchid, which has worsened its condition, finally blooms, lowers its high head, wilts and falls into the dirt.

Those unspoken words are buried in the grave with the death of life.

Understand or not, between life and death, it is like a light hong.