Immersed in the wonderful time when she was about to be an aunt, Lin Wan'er had long forgotten about going to Xiliang to the clouds, and as for that holy decree, it was even more moldy and insect-growing in the country of Java.

In the past, Chen Xiaoxiao went out to hold hands with Dabao, but now that Chen Xiaoxiao got out of bed, Lin Wan'er floated out like a ghost, helped Chen Xiaoxiao's arm, and said, "Slow down, slow down, walk slowly." ”

As for the distant relatives of Hong Xinjia, the secretary of the Ministry of War, Hong Xiuyu, who was considered by Lin Wan'er to be a "peerless good young man", was treated differently by her 180 degrees.

In short, Hong Xiuyu's every move was superfluous in Lin Wan'er's eyes: "Xiaoxiao is already a member of my Lin family, and with Dabao's child, you better stay there and stay there, hum!" ”

For those who laugh and laugh with Dabao, Lin Wan'er wants to give a fatal blow to the unparalleled momentum and sharp words of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, don't bully my Dabao stupid, he also has a sister, if anyone bullies Dabao, I will bite him.

Hong Xiuyu heard the news of Chen Xiaoxiao's pregnancy, his face froze, his eyes moved between Chen Xiaoxiao and Dabao, seeing the calm expression of the Xiaoxiao girl, and the slight nodding of the salute, he sighed heavily, slowly got up, and hugged his fists: "Hong congratulates Xiaoxiao girl and Dabao on being able to tie the knot." Under ......"

His voice was a little choked, and he paused slightly: "Below." I took my leave first. ”

Chen Xiaoxiao returned the salute and said a blessing: "Xiaoxiao, thank you Hong Gongzi for your favor." ”

Hong Xiuyu smiled and turned to leave. After walking out of the Lin family's courtyard, he suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if his heart had been hollowed out, and he couldn't hear the cries of the vendors along the street around him, and he couldn't see the sunset scenery of the clouds in the west, so he could only move forward step by step and be hit by someone. He just said in a wooden voice: "I'm sorry." Then he went on, the road under his feet narrower and narrower, and his heart became heavier and heavier, and he sank to the other side of the mountain with the setting sun.

The lights are on. The streets were full of noise, and Shangjing showed its own voice and color in the night, Hong Xiuyu suddenly felt that the excitement was theirs, and I had nothing. He had never drunk alcohol before. But before I walked to a wine shop. He couldn't walk anymore, he felt very tired, and he wanted to take a sip of the sour and spicy turbid side wine.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop is a clever person, and when he saw the beautiful boy who was as round as jade, he was sad between his eyebrows, and he knew that he was trapped by love, so he beckoned into the wine shop and poured a bowl shallowly: "Son, get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows." Give it a taste. ”

Hong Xiuyu picked up the wine glass, and his face was reflected in the wine. rippling layers of ripples, only turned into Chen Xiaoxiao's appearance, he raised his head and drank dry, the wine was sad, and he was haggard for Yi, a bitter and spicy mouth, only choking his tears and snot, but he was also extremely refreshing, sighing: "Good wine, come again!" ”

If the owner of the other liquor store sees that the other party is a young drinker, he must ask for money before drinking, but the boss here is a cool person, and he knows the taste of love, only the wine in the cup, the tears in the eyes, and the laughter of the Yiren can be comforted, and other things are difficult to touch.

The boss led Hong Xiuyu to a secluded corner, and brought a stall of slightly lower alcohol to the table, an empty wine bowl: "Son, use it slowly." As soon as he looked up, the boss couldn't help but shake his head, and the stupid girl in his cardamom years was looking at the handsome boy who opened the curtain and peeked at him.

Hong Xiuyu bowl after bowl, the various feelings in her heart became a mess, and the more she drank, the more depressed she became, until the objects in front of her swirled into a vortex, and everything changed shapes in a thousand strange ways.

It seemed that even God felt his sorrow, and a light rain began to fall, but the rain was not heavy, and the raindrops were just enough to hang on the eyelashes of the human eye. He staggered to his feet, walked to the door of the wine shop, stretched out his hand and tapped on the signboard with the word "wine", smiled bitterly, slowly walked out of the wine shop, stretched out his arms, closed his eyes, and let the rain beat lightly, he began to dance in the rain.

The daughter of the hotel owner couldn't bear it, and wanted to hold an oil-paper umbrella to shield the son from the rain, but was stopped by the boss.

Suddenly stopped, Hong Xiuyu suddenly opened her eyes, and walked quickly into the wine shop, but she tripped over the threshold and knocked over the table and stool.

The girl hurriedly walked out and wanted to help Hong Xiuyu up, but she heard the other party say anxiously: "Give me a pen, quick, quick, give me a pen." ”

The girl didn't know what she meant, but she handed it over. Hong Xiuyu's eyes were shining, looking left and right, and finally her eyes fell on a white wall, approaching madly, splashing ink, one stroke at a time, from beginning to end, sprinkled with joy.

A gust of wind blew into the wine shop, mixed with the spring rain, blowing the oil lamp on the table on the flicker, and also swaying Hong Xiuyu's shadow from side to side. The wind continued to grow, and gradually became stronger, until finally the oil lamp was blown out of the liquor store, and the liquor store was plunged into darkness.

Hong Xiuyu has already forgotten himself, immersed in his own world, I don't know the south, south, north, west, up and down, left and right, even if the oil lamp has been extinguished, I don't know it, snap, the last word is written, the brush is disconnected from the middle, and a few drops of ink burst into his face and mouth, mixed with tears, flowing down together.

The owner of the wine shop lit the oil lamp, Hong Xiuyu had exhausted the last trace of strength to lie on the ground unconscious, looking at the wall, his heart was even more surprised, the wall was full of dragons and snakes, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, wild grass painted on the wall, as if there was a dragon going out to sea, the strong wind blew the sea, the waves were layered, and one layer was higher than one layer.

Looking at the content of the poem again, it is extremely lingering and compassionate, sorrowful wisps, and wisps of broken heart:

The evening rain did not destroy the palace tree, and the poor idle leaves still hugged the cool cicadas. The short scene returns to spring, and Yin Si is worried again. The leakage is long, the dream is uncontrollable, the person is getting old, and the wind and the moon are cold. I want to have fun. The soil flowers are in the garden, and the insect nets are dry.

Crying crickets for no reason stirring up the night, hating with the fan, suffering near the spring rain. A flute is in front of the building, and the Yiren stand in front of the wind with tears. The old garden is late, the poetry and wine are strong, and the new geese are far away, and they do not greet each other. Smoke from the sky. Chu Xiangluo sleeves, who accompanies Chanjuan.

Day 2. At three poles in the sun, Hong Xiuyu woke up with a painful moan, with a splitting headache. Seeing the girl with braids next to him, he asked, "Where am I?" ”

The girl handed over the ginger soup and explained, "Last night the boy was drunk and fainted, and stayed at my house for the night. "I kicked lightly and wanted to jump on the bed to pet the little flower cat, her face turned red again, the boss's daughter has an ignorant heart and likes animals. On weekdays, I have raised some puppies and kittens, as well as lambs and ducks.

Hong Xiuyu took the ginger soup and felt embarrassed. Feeling embarrassed by the face of my generation of scholars, I hurriedly got up and apologized and thanked him, and walked into the wine shop, my eyes attracted by the wild grass on the wall. Stand under the wall and just look at the glyphs. I didn't look at the meaning of the words, stopped for a long time, and finally exclaimed: "Good words." Looking at the words again, I seemed to be touched by the sadness in my heart, empathized, and sighed: "Wonderful words." ”

Turning her head to look at the boss, Hong Xiuyu clenched her fists and asked, "Xiao Sheng dares to ask, I don't know who made this word?" ”

The boss shook his head and smiled. pointed at Hong Xiuyu and said, "It's exactly what Gongzi did." ”

"Me?" Hong Xiuyu was also slightly surprised. But he sighed heavily, "It's just that I'm doing it again, and it's not as good as the smiling girl." ”

The girl in the wine shop remembered the name "Xiaoxiao", and she was very unhappy in her heart, thinking that Xiaoxiao really didn't know what to do, and she didn't have long eyes, Hong Gongzi was like this...... Her face turned red at the thought of it.

Many years later, Hong Xiuyu ascended to the temple and became the biggest political enemy of Lin Qianyi, the first assistant, and repeatedly confronted each other in the court, Lin Hanlin scolded Hong Xiuyu as a "national thief", Hong Xiuyu scolded Lin Qianyi for his stubborn personality as a "bad minister", and the relationship between the two was also friends and enemies, and was called the new generation of "Pan Chunwei and Chen Xian".

When Lin Qianyi dismissed and went home, everyone thought that Hong Xiuyu would be overjoyed, but he sighed secretly, first gathered his colleagues, and sent Lin Qianyi back to Shanzhou, and walked outside the capital, Hong Xiuyu said: "I can finally be friends, there are fewer political enemies, and more confidants, but I feel a lot lonely." Lin Qianyi pointed to the green mountains in the distance and said with a smile: "I see how charming the green mountains are, where in the world is not close at hand?" Hong Xiuyu raised her head and laughed.

This is a later story, but few people know that Hong Xiuyu, who is known as the "wine Xi Shi", has always hated Chen Xiaoxiao of the Lin family, and raised a kitten called Xiaoxiao, and raised a puppy called Dabao, for which Lin Wan'er was also angered from Shanzhou to Shangjing, and ordered the emperor Xià Zhao Ting to rectify this Hong family as a teacher. Zhao Ting was in a dilemma: "Teacher, the Hong family has made miraculous achievements in the world, is it a little inappropriate to punish for this little thing?" Lin Wan'er hugged her shoulders and snorted coldly: "I don't care!" ”

In the end, Hong Xiuyu, who replaced Lin Qianyi as the first assistant, apologized in person, and Lin Wan'er grinned at the corners of her mouth, drooping her eyelids and returning to Lanzhou. The Hong family was upset for their own man, but they were helpless, the Lin family was not easy to mess with, but they couldn't swallow this breath, so they raised a little mouse with a snow-white body, and named it "Wan'er" in private.

Hong Xiuyu's words and words spread in Shangjing, attracting countless literati to come to watch, the right army of the book saint Wang came, and he looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed: "I'm old." ”

Scholar Ji Yun also came, stood in front of the wall, nodded for a long time: "Words are good words, words are also good words, I wrote a graceful word with wild grass, I always felt inappropriate before I read it, and I only knew when I stood under the wall that there was a beautiful gap between Thailand, wonderful, wonderful." Hong Xiaozi used to be a small jasper, lyrics and poems are home-cooked dishes, the color and taste are there, but the carving is not enough, and he can't go up to the big table. ”

Majesty Xià also came in civilian clothes, drank a bowl of turbid wine, but his eyes never left the wall full of words, Majesty Xià, who loves calligraphy and poetry, privately wondered whether to let people tear down the wall and move it back to the palace, the queen saw the clue and persuaded: "

Lin Wan'er also knew about this, came to the wine shop, stared at it for a long time, squinted and looked at it for a long time, horizontally for a long time, vertically for a long time, and leaned on the table for a long time, and finally rolled her eyes, and said with disdain: "What kind of thing, a ghost drawing talisman, it's not as good as what I wrote." ”

The daughter of the owner of the wine shop also rolled her eyes, and as soon as she went out this morning, she saw such a woman, standing under the wall and snorting, she felt so annoying, as if she was disdainful of Hong Gongzi.

Lin Wan'er pointed and belittled the poems on the wall.

The daughter of the owner of the wine shop finally couldn't help it, and snorted coldly: "If you have the ability, you can also make a song, who can't stand and talk, hum." ”

Lin Wan'er sighed, looked the girl up and down, but she didn't expect to stand up and provoke a problem: "What is your relationship with Xiaohong, isn't it?" Since Hong Xiuyu was defined as a class enemy, even the title has changed from "Hong Gongzi" to "Xiao Hong".

The boss's daughter's face turned red all of a sudden, and she was extremely shy, as if she had been pierced by someone, and it was like drinking a pot of sake, and the wine was clear and full of energy, but the momentum was not weak at all, and she hugged the little flower cat and said, "Since you can't do it, don't talk about others." ”

"I can't do it? Haha, little girl, do you know that my sister's poetry is exactly the same as eating peas, and when you open your mouth, you are afraid that you will be stupid when you listen to it, hum! Lin Wan'er clasped her hands together, as if Baoyu and Yubao were reading aloud:

"Hong Yang doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. It seems that I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn. ”

The owner of the wine shop was slightly stunned, and his heart was surprised, although this girl's words are simple, and there are some suspicions of scolding, but this word is wonderful, the feelings are full of poets and immortals in this world, and a person who stands up casually can make poems with such a lofty style.

(When Lan Ying was young, when her love first opened, when her long hair was fluttering, she especially liked to read Song Ci, or the kind of shameless reading aloud, in addition, she felt that behind every Song Ci there was a beautiful or poignant story, and she especially liked to fantasize about what the author experienced before writing the poem, and what happened after writing it, so I thought about writing down the scene of my fantasy that day, a poem and an article, the beginning and end of the Song Ci content corresponding, I think it is beautiful.) The poem written by Hong Xiuyu in the article was created by Shi Dazu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, Lan Ying likes it very much, likes it very much, likes it very much, you can also read it out loud, give it a try, it's very cool. ）

(Crying, writing this, Lan Ying thought that she would marry a young man who could play the violin, but she turned out to marry Zhao Gan's bear-like and virtuous little fat man in science and technology, and she could imagine what this little fat man would say when he saw this passage: "Hmph, I can't play the violin, can I play Xiang, is it considered a symbol of literature and art?") "Wow, wow, can't stand it! (To be continued......)