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The bamboos are soft, the branches of the linden trees are tall and straight, and the north wind blows, adding a sense of desolation and strength.

Everyone walked along the mud-gold path next to the bamboo branches, paying attention to the scenery around them. Pay attention to it, although there are three steps and one water, five steps and one screen in Lianhua Bay, and sometimes the mountains and rocks of Taihu Lake are shaded, there is more charm of Suzhou gardens. If you taste it carefully, it seems that there are differences everywhere, and you can't say it for a while.

The boudoir of the cloud is built according to a natural green ridge, now the grass is withered, and there is no longer the flourishing scene of spring, only a few trees on the wall are waiting to be released in spring, and the branches are dotted with golden delicate yellow, such as the bright sunshine of midsummer.

The carved embroidered sill and the strange stone are in contrast to each other, the black six doors of the front hall are inlaid with transparent glass, and the curtain of autumn fragrance is hung inside, and a plaque is carried on the lintel, and the book is written: "when the clouds rise" three ancient seal characters.

When Lianhuatang and Yunqi rose, these names were quite Zen, and the Yun family believed in Buddhism. Because she hadn't seen a small Buddha hall or anything like that along the way, Murong Wei didn't want to ask easily, so she just smiled and praised: "Good name, it's really as refined as a child." ”

Wen Wan tilted her head to read, clapped her hands lightly and smiled: "It's about the meaning of walking to the bottom of the mountain and sitting and watching the clouds rise." Zizhi occasionally reads a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures, and he has more essence than us. ”

A few people talked and laughed, walked in slowly, and then took a closer look at the scenery inside. The courtyard where Yun Zhi lives is not large, and the eight-fold cherry blossoms are planted with double petals, and when they bloom, they are crimson like clouds, and this season looks a little bleak.

The boudoir is also different from others, it is first built with a half-meter-high platform of wood, and a main house is built on the platform, which is divided into east and west. Looking at everyone's surprise, Yun Zhi explained with a smile: "My boudoir is built on the mountain, and this half-meter platform is only to avoid the rain pouring down from the mountain, so as not to be damp and cold." ”

Step on the wooden steps into the inside, the antique entrance is hollow, the partition is placed in the cloud holding its own fired dendrobium utensils, and another one meter square round arch is dug up, there is a large pot of Yang Yang Sasa Zi Zhi Nian, which alludes to the name of Yun Zhi.

I don't know how many years I have raised, but the branches and leaves are lush and lush, and the plants are full and strong, as if holding hands with each other's beauty and shock.

Everyone sat down on the rose chairs on both sides, the girl brought tea, Yun Zhi held it to everyone with his own hands, and gestured to everyone: "The lotus tea dried by hand in summer, can it taste good?"

The lotus is faint and the tongue is fragrant, how can the two words be perfunctory? Today, a few people gathered together, but they added a touch of sadness. Looking at Yun Zhi's appearance again, there was some loss in his words, although he was smiling, he was gloomy after all, and he didn't have much joy about being a wife.

Murong Wei pondered and asked, "Zizhi, I didn't know that your wedding date was so rushed. Do you want to marry in Beijing or go to the border, now that it's close to the moon, do you have to get married before the year?"

The smile on the corner of Yun Zhi's mouth was gentle and indifferent, the corner of her lips was gently tugged, and she said lightly: "Exactly, the wedding date is set too quickly, just because the family is slightly ill, his family hopes that I will marry earlier to add some joy, and I can also preside over the feeding on behalf of my mother-in-law, so that the old man can rest the burden on his body." ”

Listening to this meaning, there is a taste of joy, and the family in Yun Zhi's mouth is by no means as simple as being slightly ill by chance.

The hundred-year-old Gu Su Yun family is naturally prominent, how could she be willing to let her daughter marry like this? Could it be that her husband's family is famous, and the Yun family can't turn around? Xia Lanxin bit her lower lip lightly and asked in a muffled voice, "That's what your future husband means?"

I especially remember Murong Wei's birthday night, she and Yun Zhi lived in the same room, Yun Zhi inadvertently talked about his fiancé, although he was stunned, but he frankly said that the two were indeed sincere and promised each other.

If you really like someone, how can you be willing to let her be so aggrieved? Looking at Yun Zhi and nodding slightly, Xia Lanxin's heart seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton wool, and she was a little out of breath.

Everyone has their own fate and fate, although Xia Lanxin cherishes Yunzhi, but she is afraid that asking too many questions will only increase her sadness, so she can only hold her hand tightly and persuade: "Since each other is sincere, it doesn't matter if you marry earlier, don't you say?"

Everyone echoed, and Luo Pujia smiled narrowly: "Zizhi is so sullen, is it because the marriage period is tight, and I am afraid that Mrs. Yun's dowry will not be ready?"

Yun Zhi snorted, his face was red, and he held a handkerchief to shake Luo Pujia. In the end, it was a group of young girls, chattering and joking, and Yun Zhi's brows gradually relaxed.

The luncheon and dinner were all held in Yun Zhi's room, for the happiness of these girls, Mrs. Yun did not sit with her, only someone came to inquire, only said that the preparation was not thorough, please bear with me and so on.

The young lady Li only showed up halfway, led someone to bring some fresh melons, fruits and snacks, smiled kindly at everyone, and then retreated with great dignity.

Seeing that when the young lady was about to go out, the servant woman beside her covered her with a cloak of red snow feather satin, Yun Zhi turned sideways and asked the girl behind her: "Is it snowing outside?"

The girl bent her knees and replied: "Exactly, the first snow of this winter, although it is smaller, is like dust." ”

Yun Zhi pushed open the window, and the warm yellow light of a few lanterns under the porch made everyone look outside. The snow was like a fine dust, soft and quiet, with a slight rustling sound, and it had already fallen a thin layer on the sparse path.

The light brown branches of the Yae cherry blossoms add some snow-clear crystals, and they are even more beautiful than when they came.

Now that there is no restraint from the elders, and Yun Zhi intends to have fun with everyone, Xia Lanxin borrowed the wine proposal to reopen the night banquet in the warm pavilion.

Seeing that everyone praised in unison, Yun Zhi smiled, and ordered the girl to go to the kang first, prepare the wine and food again, and then take a few girls to get the snow water on the plum blossoms in the garden, and a few of them will cook tea and drink it with silver hangers.

When the wine was drunk, Yun Zhizhi girl hugged her Yaoqin, sat cross-legged in front of the piano table, raised her fingers, and played the ancient song "High Water and Flowing Water". The sound of the piano is beautiful, and the eternal friendship flows slowly in the snowy night, spreading far away. She alluded to herself as Boya, and everyone here was her Zhongzi period.

Tonight and night, the beautiful scenery of the good day is opposite, and in a blink of an eye, it is about their own strangeness.

As soon as the sound of the cloud holding the piano fell, there was another sound of the piano in the distant snowy night. It is more profound than that of Yunzhi, and the sound of the piano is like an aftersound, like a mountain spring winding from a deep valley, flowing slowly.

Today, I know that there are people outside the world, and when I heard the sound of Xia Lanxin's piano in the past, I only felt that it was the sound of nature, and then I heard a song of Yun Zhi, which was even more shocking. But it is not like this night's "Guanghan Tour" that came from afar, and the sound is moving.