The reason why Xie Xiaoman sighed was of course not only because of the wind and snow, but also because of the song "Wanghai Tide".

She just watched Bai Chong and Bai Zhi treat Xie Xuan, and somehow remembered "Dream of Red Mansions", remembered the "Okay Song Note" in Zhen Shiyin's conversation, and remembered some things that she could have owned, but abandoned like a piece of.

If she hadn't practiced, perhaps, she would have become a real member of the Xie family. Every day, I live some simple days of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, fiddle with piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and hops when I am in a good mood, occasionally intrigue with evil servants, and fight openly and secretly with my family from time to time, and finally choose a good husband and marry a good family, which seems to be a good choice.

If she were a man, she might be like Jia Baoyu, run a poetry club with the maids and sisters, eat a crab at night in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and enjoy the glory of a lifetime in front of girls like silver carp and angelica.

This is indeed possible. After all, this era of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is still an era of elegance and profoundness, an era of being able to lean on the south window to be proud, an era when you can repair the Lanting Pavilion and write the "Lanting Collection Preface", or an era when you can take prostitutes to travel leisurely and go down to the South Mountain in the forest.

Although the bloody wind and rain of the Northern and Southern Dynasties have begun to emerge, they have not really come with the wind from the land north of the river. The elegant is still elegant, the wild is still wild, the simple and proud is still simply proud, and the comfortable is still inhabited.

This is still the era in "The World Speaks New Words", an era of infinite literati reminiscing and yearning.

Sometimes, people are really poor creatures. There is only one time in a lifetime, and there is only one path that can be chosen to walk. After walking through, I turned back and watched the scenery of the other road from afar. It's not a big deal to remember it gently.

It's just that you can't immerse yourself in it, otherwise you will only stop moving, and you won't even be able to walk the road under your feet.

Choice means a responsibility, a commitment. Xie Xiaoman knew that the path she chose was not easy to take, and she knew that the Tao in her heart might not be correct, but she still insisted on going her own way.

A lifetime of desperate bets. In the end, it is also a tragic aesthetic.

Xie Xuan had already gone to greet Xie An first, and then went to his parents to say goodbye, leaving Xie Xiaoman alone to wait in the guest seat.

Where Xie Xiaoman waited...... Xie Xuan thought about it for a long time. If you follow the identity of Xie Xiaoman, the daughter of the Xie family. It seems that it should be waited in the inner courtyard. But it was Uncle Xie An who wanted to see her, so it didn't seem appropriate to arrange it.

If it is arranged in a serious reception place such as the side room of the main hall, it seems that Xie Xiaoman is regarded as an outsider, and at the same time, it is too eye-catching. It doesn't seem to be good either.

Think about it. Xie Xuan led Xie Xiaoman to a bamboo garden in the side courtyard, this bamboo garden, Xie An's uncle often stayed here in the summer, and usually read books here. Waiting for someone in this kind of place will not seem too distant, nor will it seem too formal, which seems to be very suitable for Xie Xiaoman's identity.

In fact, Xie Xuan, a child, does think about things a little too much. Xie Xiaoman is not such a careful person, and he doesn't understand the etiquette of the family to receive guests. Xie Xuan was indeed too worried about thinking about her.

It's rare for him to be so thoughtful at such an age, and it is indeed the style of the family.

Xie Xuan decided in advance where Xie Xiaoman was waiting, so he asked people to light the stove in advance, and prepared hot tea and some refreshments for drinking, and placed them in the bamboo garden.

As soon as they got off the boat, they rushed home, and they didn't have time to eat. After Xie Xuan entered the door, he didn't forget to tell the servants to send them early.

When Xie Xiaoman had just entered the bamboo garden with his front foot, a servant woman on his back foot walked in with a food box, greeted Xie Xiaoman, put two porridges and four-color side dishes on the table, took out two steamed buns from the food box, and retreated.

The servant woman couldn't help but secretly look at Xie Xiaoman's eyes and fell into the latter's eyes.

Xie Xiaoman thanked him, but he didn't pursue these small things. She is indeed hungry, although the porridge is ordinary millet porridge and bean porridge, but it is better than nothing. The four-color side dishes are mostly pickles, but they are not salty, and they take a light path.

Although the Xie family now lives in Jiangzuo, after all, they were born in Chen County, are orthodox northerners, and like to eat pasta. Although it has been influenced by the southern diet over the years, it still cannot be fundamentally changed, especially the elderly of the Xie family, it is indispensable to eat without pasta, and the taste of eating vegetables is also salty and fresh, but over the years, it has also been light, sweet and sour under the influence of the south.

Xie Xiaoman, as a soul who has been integrated into a thousand years later, naturally does not have any attachment to rice, flour, grain and oil, eats whatever is available, eats whatever is delicious, and is not very picky.

It is estimated that it will take a while for Xie An to come here, so Xie Xiaoman is not in a hurry to eat, he drank two sips of hot porridge at random, and then went to taste those pickles, and found that one of the small dishes of sauce tofu was particularly delicious, which was so-called light and flavorful, and had a bit of aftertaste.

After enjoying the two bites, even Xie Xiaoman couldn't help laughing at himself, thinking that he was really bored, and he could sigh with emotion on any plate of tofu, which was really funny.

After drinking half of the porridge and eating a steamed bun, Xie Xiaoman was satisfied, and began to wander around this bamboo garden boredly.

The bamboo garden is most suitable for summer cooling, and there is no heat left on all sides, at this time, the bamboo garden, although the ground is covered with a thick straw couch, and the four sides are surrounded by curtains, but there is still some cold meaning.

There was a slight movement of the stove, and the sound of crackling echoed in the bamboo garden. The hot water was warm on it, Xie Xiaoman glanced at the tea he prepared, it turned out to be the water cloud that Xie Xuan had brought on the boat before, and couldn't help but admire.

It happened that the tea sets in the house were all there, so Xie Xiaoman brewed half a pot, and it was a pleasure to pour himself a drink and watch the snow outside.

The bamboo garden is one of Xie An's study rooms, and naturally there are some books, which are slightly scattered on the bamboo cabinet in the corner. Xie Xiaoman took a cup of tea and warmed his hands, and then walked over and looked at it casually, and found that in addition to some subsets of scriptures and histories, there seemed to be some collections such as calligraphy and paintings, but they didn't look like anything valuable, more like handwritten letters and letters from literati.

Letters are really able to see the mirror of an era, is the true portrayal of a person, codex and the like are very popular in the collection of later generations, not to mention the letters of Xie An, the people who come and go are all the people who have heads and faces in the world, even if they are just looking for ordinary greetings, they are also treasures that can make later collectors cry pear blossoms with rain. Coupled with Xie An's words, compared with the book saint Wang Xizhi, it is not much better, but it is a pity that the future generations have not preserved, which is really sad and lamentable.

How much prosperity in the world follows the water, and the wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind. The ancients did not deceive me.

"It's been a long time."

With a creak, Xie An pushed the door in.

He was wearing a raccoon dog and a hat, and when he walked in the door, he naturally brought in a piece of snow.

Xie Xiaoman was blown by this sudden gust of wind and sneezed.

Xie An chuckled, handed the cap and robe to the servants, and sent them down first.

The servants looked at Xie Xiaoman and couldn't help but hesitate for Xie An's order. After all, it is the relationship between an uncle and a niece, and it doesn't seem appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room like this.

"I have a state affair with Xiaoman, so I will step down." Of course, Xie An could feel the meaning of the servants, and he didn't have too much emotion at this time, and when he said this, he was still shallow, like picking leaves and flying flowers.

Where did the servants dare not obey, and hurriedly bowed and retreated.

The door creaked softly again, and the wind and snow no longer rushed into the bamboo garden, but the couch mat closer to the door was still stained with a little bit of snow.

Xie An nodded at Xie Xiaoman, smiled faintly, walked to the stove and rubbed his hands, and didn't sit down, so he asked, "I've worked hard all the way, I heard that you are still injured?" ”

"Minor injuries." Xie Xiaoman scratched his head.

Xie An didn't sit down, she could only stand, she might not understand the complicated etiquette of the family, but she still understood these things.

"It's already done." Xie Xiaoman was afraid that Xie An would be worried, so he hurriedly added.

Although he had seen Xie An many times, Xie Xiaoman was still a little nervous.

is different from Huan Wen's simple and straightforward hero, who kills the world, and is also different from Xie Xuan, a famous minister who will be famous in history in the future but is still a little kid. Xie An is Xie An, and his role in history is unique and does not overlap with others. Such a character exudes a different atmosphere from ordinary people in his bones, and in front of this kind of person, where does Xie Xiaoman dare to be arrogant.

Xie An warmed his hands, suddenly smelled something, and the tip of his nose moved: "You soaked in the water and clouds?" ”

This topic changed a little quickly, Xie Xiaoman just thought that his uncle was going to scold himself with his head and face, who knew that as soon as Xie An opened his mouth again, he turned to this head.

"Ahh Yes! Xie Xiaoman suddenly thought of something, and his face turned red.

People are such precious tea in the water and clouds, put it in this bamboo garden, maybe it was specially left for Xie An, why did he drink it so lavishly? Isn't it too noisy? Won't you be scolded again?

In fact, Xie An has never scolded himself, but every time Xie Xiaoman comes to Xie An, it is like a naughty child being pulled out by the head teacher, and there is always an illusion that a mouse is being targeted by a cat.

Xie Xiaoman shrunk his neck, becoming more and more nervous.

"And poured me some." Xie An smiled slightly, and raised his chin against the empty teacup next to him.

"Yes! Be! Xie Xiaoman stepped forward, put down the cup in his hand, and picked up the kettle to warm the empty teacup inside and out.

Looking left and right, Xie Xiaoman found that there were no hand towels for wiping around, so he had an idea, and wiped the water droplets on the outside of the tea cup with the long shirt on his body, and then honestly poured a glass of water and handed it over respectfully. (To be continued......)