With a little excitement, Ruan Yanluo walked quickly to the small table, so frightened that Lan Yue Lanxing hurriedly followed behind her to protect her, for fear that she would fall.

This place is very well chosen, it is in the middle of a plum forest, the plum blossoms are in full swing before and after, the red plum reflects the snow, and there is a faint fragrance to send secretly, Ruan Yanluo, who has been stuffy in the room for many days, can not help but feel good when he sees such a scene, and even eats more things than usual.

Many of them are already very familiar, and there is no humility, Ruan Yanluo called them all over, and the group gathered around the table, drinking tea and having fun, and the rise of Ruan Yanluo's play made them each think of a show, to match the scene with this snow and plum.

It is said that such a snow scene should be done right by chanting poetry, but except for Zhuang Qinglan, none of them are good at this, so it is more likely that they will simply come out on the show. Old Man Ruan was old, so he didn't mess with them, so he made a judgment.

As soon as this idea came out, the people present immediately became active, scratching their ears and cheeks one by one, thinking about what they were good at, and what they wanted to do with this snow and plum.

Lan Yue Lan Xing took out a small pastry like a plum blossom, Lu Xiu was very skillful, found a bottle at random, folded a few plums and inserted a few times, and immediately made people feel that the elegance was more prosperous, Yan Qing and Yan Ming used bamboo cups and plates as musical instruments, Yan Yue danced a sword dance with music, the music was sonorous, the complexion was enchanting, and it was pleasing to the eye, and Li Xia was silent, and he actually used snow to pile out a small snow rabbit on the side, with ears and nose lifelike, so that Ruan Yanluo almost wanted to hold the rabbit in his arms and hurt it.

Every time someone comes up with a program, it will attract other people to go up to watch and laugh, and a peach forest will be dyed with vitality by their laughter.

At this time, you should drink tea, taste wine, chant poetry, and paint, no matter which one you want, at least you shouldn't break the silence of this scene, but now Master Ruan watched them make a mess, and he couldn't even find the edge of this merlin's quietness, but he felt that this was the true meaning of coming out to play.

In the world, we should do it arbitrarily, but if it is for those vain rules and regulations that restrain our true temperament, it is not beautiful. Standing aside, he looked at the group of young people with a smile.

In troubled times, it is also quite rare for them to be able to get together like this and play around so unscrupulously.

When everyone's program was almost there, Ruan Yanluo looked at the stone case on the side and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhuang, I'm sending you, are you okay?" ”

Zhuang Qinglan followed Master Ruan, poetry, calligraphy and painting are all extraordinary, among these blind people, fortunately, there is a real literati scholar, who showed his pen and ink and waved on the case.

Hearing Ruan Yanluo call him, Zhuang Qinglan raised her head, the corners of her lips curved slightly, revealing a very elegant smile.

That smile came straight from the bottom of his eyes, with a flash of complicated feelings, so fast that no one had time to catch it, so it disappeared out of thin air, leaving only his inky black eyes, quietly looking at Ruan Yanluo, and said, "Okay." ”

The two of them carefully dried Zhuang Qinglan's painting, and then carried it in their hands together and spread it out.

I saw that the painting was a lonely white, and only a few brushstrokes were used to outline a little house in the distance, but it made people dissolve into a snowy artistic conception at once.

The whole picture is dyed with light ink grooves, but in the very center of the painting, a figure is drawn with thick ink, the figure is slender but straight, a face is slightly raised, with a faint smile, a pair of eyes calmly looking ahead, not deliberately exaggerated, just described in the most white way, but it makes people feel that as long as they look at her eyes, there is nothing unbearable.

Heaven and earth are quiet, nothing exists, only this woman.

Xuanyi is big, stepping on the snow.

The moment the picture was displayed, everyone stopped laughing and looked at the painting quietly.

Ruan Yanluo was also stunned, the master of the picture was very blurry, and even her facial features were not carefully drawn, but she knew that it was herself, and she even vaguely knew that it was the first time she met Zhuang Qinglan, she had just come back from outside, and from the heavy snow, she slowly walked towards him and Master Ruan who were standing at the door.

But she never knew that she was like this in Zhuang Qinglan's eyes.

"There are paintings but no poems, but after all, they are a little worse." Old Man Ruan opened his mouth to break this somewhat strange calm, and said in a faint voice: "Qinglan, let's inscribe the poem as well." ”

Zhuang Qinglan's affection for Ruan Yanluo is very vague, in all fairness, he doesn't get along with Ruan Yanluo much, when Ruan Yanluo wanted to entrust Ruan Yanluo to him, it was because he was faintly aware of his heart for Ruan Yanluo, but even so, Ruan Lao Ye couldn't guess when Zhuang Qinglan liked Ruan Yanluo, in his opinion, with their little relationship, Zhuang Qinglan didn't have the opportunity to like Ruan Yanluo at all.

But when he saw that painting, he finally understood that Zhuang Qinglan's liking was the same as his original liking for Shen Hongyan, and it didn't take much time at all, just a glance.

As early as the moment he saw Ruan Yanluo in front of the gate of Ruan's mansion, he, as an apprentice, already had a deep affection for Ruan Yanluo, and with every meeting after that, it deepened.

And this kind of liking can't be said, this feeling is like a vine, wrapping around Zhuang Qinglan's heart, and it can't be entangled.

So until now, he is still single, so when those matchmakers come to the door, he avoids it, because in his heart, there is already a person.

Sighing softly in his heart, but his face did not show any difference, Master Ruan said again: "Qinglan, put the poem on the title." ”

With this thought for Ruan Yanluo, but did so many things that were unfavorable to Ruan Yanluo, Zhuang Qinglan's heart must be more bitter than anyone else.

If this feeling is pressed in the bottom of my heart like this, I am afraid that only one day will drive Zhuang Qinglan crazy.

That's why he asked him to write poems, which was to give him a chance to say what was in his heart.

Zhuang Qinglan's eyes blinked, and her hands hung down in her sleeves.

Ruan Yanluo said that he wanted something related to snow, but he didn't think much, and this picture came to mind, or rather, this picture has always been in his mind, and he has never forgotten it for a moment.

When he picked up the pen, his hand was almost uncontrollable, and he drew the picture.

Looking at the heavy snow, looking at the bluestone alley, looking at the woman like a person in the painting, slender but upright, proud but gentle stepping on the snow.

The snow in that month of that year was engraved in my heart.