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In the snowy world, the sky and the earth are the same color, and all things are gone.

On the edge of the cold river, there is only a lonely boat left, and an old man wearing a hat is still staring at the fishing line in the water. The occasional moving figure shows that there is still life in the ice and snow.

The sound of the piano is still pure and unstained with red dust.

For example, the artistic conception of this poem is originally with a sense of loneliness and unyielding, but the sound of the piano does not reveal this feeling, the clear and clear snow world, only quiet, the quiet purified by the snow, the silence after sweeping away the mundane thoughts!

Fang Chu listened, smiled slightly, and suddenly liked this snowy day.

The other party didn't play as long as at night, and only played a few tunes before stopping.

Fang Chu didn't see the sound of the piano recurring for a while, and he still waited.

Chang'er was impatient and said, "It's cold, and the old man's body is useless, so he can only play for a while." ”

Fang Chu ignored him, his eyes lingered outside the window, as if searching for where the sound of the piano fell, perhaps scattered on the fields like snow, constructing this glazed world.

Imagine a hut with a vague figure sitting in front of the piano table.

Her hands were probably cold, and she was rubbing her hands together to warm them.

Otherwise, she remembered something, so she got up.

Well, looking at this hour, I'm afraid she's going to make breakfast.

……

It was another unknown amount of time before he said, "Let's go." ”

Chang'er said: "Yes." ”

for he went out and commanded that the ship should be turned back.

When he came in again, Fang Chu had already closed the window, went to Dayu, and leaned lazily on the couch.

When I saw him, I ordered him to make a new pot of hot tea.

He smiled and asked, "Just now you said that he was an old man, why?" ”

Chang'er said with a smile: "The eldest young master loves to listen to him play the piano so much, it can be seen that he plays really well." Like the young master, he has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, and it is not strange that he plays well; This place is full of villagers, who has the opportunity to learn the piano. Only if you have played for many years can you play well. Didn't you say 'ginger is still old and spicy', as you live a long time, you always have some experience. ”

Fang Chu scolded with a smile: "Just you can!" ”

Then he ordered to go quickly, he wanted to go back to the old house in Wuyou Town.

Back at the Fang family's old mansion, he rested for a while, and then began to arrange affairs, which was not finished until noon.

Because he called Yuan'er to ask: "The bamboo silk painting I ordered last time, can it be done?" ”

Yuan'er replied, "Not yet." The little one is going to ask today. The shopkeeper of the Fang family said that if he wanted to do what he had done before, he would be able to do it faster. However, he has recently made a breakthrough in his craft, and has made some changes to the overall concept, and the effect of the painting is much better, that is, the days are longer. I listened and quickly said, just do it slowly, we want the best. ”

Fang Chu nodded, praising him for handling it properly.

While instructing the meal, he said that he would go to see it himself after eating.

Yuan'er then went to make arrangements.

After the meal, Fang Chu only took Yuan'er and walked to the Jiangjia bamboo shop at will.

Who knew where it was, but it was General Tie who guarded the door.

Yuan'er was very puzzled and asked the shopkeeper next door.

The man said that Jiang Xiao's shopkeeper had only left for a short time, and said that he would come back tomorrow morning.

Yuan'er complained: "How can anyone do such a business, close the door at every turn." ”

Fang Chu was not in a hurry, and said: "That painting is not easy to make, and there is no delivery date, so you can't blame others." Why not wait a few more days? I'm not in a hurry to ask for it, I'm just here today to see what kind of person makes this bamboo silk painting. In that case, you can come back tomorrow and get it. ”

Yuan'er agreed, and then told Young Master Sù: "The person who is the little shopkeeper of Jiang is very young, and he looks very gentle, like a scholar. It's strange that you can make a picture like that out of bamboo silk. ”

Fang Chu listened: "I also guess he must be an elegant character." ”

While they were talking, the master and servant turned home and did not mention it.

Where did Jiang Minghui go?

It turned out that he finished work early and went to Green Bay Village to see his sweetheart.

During this time, he traveled back and forth between Wuyou Town and Green Bay Village many times, and many people in the village recognized him. As soon as he stopped by the boat in the ferry port of Green Bay Village, he was greeted by someone.

"Jiang Xiao's shopkeeper, go to see your father-in-law again!" The boatman asked with a smile.

"Hey, Daddy Wang is good." Jiang Minghui greeted politely.

"It's not to look at the father-in-law, it's to look at the daughter-in-law!" Someone in the cabin quipped.

"Ouch, what's this big basket carrying? Filial piety to the father-in-law? Someone asked.

Suddenly, those who had already boarded the ship and those who had not yet boarded the ship stretched out their heads to see what was going on.

I saw Jiang Minghui wearing a new light blue cotton robe, a wide belt, and a dark blue trimmed silk cloak on the outside.

After carefully putting down the bamboo basket, he gasped fiercely, then tore off the old clothes on his shoulders, twisted his neck to recover the stiffness caused by walking with his neck crooked for a long time, dusted off his body, and tried his best to stand up straight, before he regained his appearance.

"What is this?" Someone next to him was looking inside with a basket slit.

"Charcoal." Jiang Minghui replied with a red face.

"Charcoal? For your father-in-law? The man asked.

"If you don't give it to him, will your father-in-law send you?" The other laughed.

"Ouch, you are so filial to be a son-in-law!" The man before boasted.

Jiang Minghui asked them to help carry the charcoal basket onto the boat.

So several enthusiastic people helped to carry it.

After getting the bamboo basket onto the boat and sitting down in the cabin, he was completely relieved.

Alas, it was not easy for him to make this basket of coal!

It turned out that the last time he went to Guo's house, he saw that he was dumb and afraid of the cold, so he secretly thought about it.

People who live in water towns are not too short of firewood, there are cotton stalks, straw, wheat stalks, and even bamboo branches, etc., which are enough to cook all year round. Just heating in winter has become a problem, and charcoal burning is even more luxurious, and it can't be compared with people who live in the mountains. Most people use the hot ash in the stove hole to keep warm after cooking. It can also be useful, but it can easily get cold.

Jiang Minghui saw that he was dumb and often sat still for half a day, so he wanted to buy charcoal for her to keep warm.

It was easy to buy charcoal in the town, but how to get to the ferry made him worried.

He is not a rich and noble son, and it is not cost-effective to call a foot force to send him away for a basket of charcoal, and it is difficult to find someone on a snowy day; Moreover, the young man loves to be pretty, and he is going to see his sweetheart, of course, he must change into a refreshing clothes, dress in a gentle and neat manner, and go out neatly, if he carries a basket of charcoal, it is really not very elegant, and it will stain his clothes.

But although this charcoal is not black, it is his love for the dumb.

Therefore, he must not dislike and not resist!

After thinking about it, I couldn't think of a proper way, so I could only grit my teeth, find an old dress and put it on my shoulder, carry the burden diagonally, and then carry the bamboo basket on my shoulder, and then came to the ferry, ignoring the eyes of passers-by.

Now that Tan is on the boat, he has made up his mind, so he has the leisure to listen to people.

Not every family in Green Bay Village has a boat, and those who have a boat are not willing to rock the boat out unless necessary, especially on such a snowy day, it is cheaper to spend a penny to take a boat to and fro. Therefore, after a while, more than a dozen people were already crowded on the ship, with goods, and the cabin was full.

Seeing that Daddy Wang still refused to sail, someone shouted: "Daddy, let's go!" The shopkeeper of Renjia Jiang specially closed the shop early and came here, just to get to Guo's house early, and to catch up with Aunt Guo to kill chickens. You don't leave, you have dinner when you get home, and it's too late to kill chickens, isn't that harming him! ”

The people laughed and shouted to go, don't delay the killing of chickens.

Someone asked Jiang Minghui again if he would kill chickens when he went to Guo's house.

Jiang Minghui blurted out: "Kill every time." ”

After saying that, I felt embarrassed.

It's been more than ten times, how many chickens in the Guo family have been born for him?

Everyone was amazed and envious, and they all said that the Guo family was rich.

While talking, Father Wang and his son really opened the boat and left the ferry.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the cabin was warm and noisy, and the conversation was buzzing.

Everyone still refused to let go of Jiang Minghui, and still chased him to ask this and that.

Talking and laughing, I can't help but mention the past family affairs of the Guo family and the Zhang family, but the farmers are kind, and they are afraid of the consequences, so they don't say anything particularly ugly. However, although he did not depreciate one side and lift one side, his words sighed and felt that the world was impermanent.

Jiang Minghui was embarrassed and refused to speak again.

There was another person on the boat who was also uncomfortable, and that was Zhang Futian.

He came early, sat in the innermost part, wore a hat, and bowed his head, so that people did not pay attention. After Jiang Minghui came, he was even more reluctant to speak out. He selfishly felt that Jiang Minghui must have seen him on the street, so he specially bought charcoal and rushed to embarrass him in front of people. Therefore, he squinted at him from under the brim of his hat, and his heart was full of resentment.

Jiang Minghui only knew Zhang Futian and his person, and did not recognize him.

Unwilling to speak, anxious to wait, and smelling unpleasantly in the cabin, he leaned against the door, and looked out through the cracks in the curtain.

After a while, it snowed outside.

Father and son stood on the bow of the boat, swaying and swinging, and the boat walked through the snow, as if walking through the Tianhe, surrounded by boundless green darkness.

Jiang Minghui was in a trance, and he couldn't help but think of being dumb.

He looked forward to getting to Guo's house soon, whether it was snow or rain, it became a landscape, adding fun and interest to him and talking and doing things with the dumb, and even inspiring.

Looking at and thinking like this, he gradually forgot the environment he was in.

It wasn't until a noisy greeting, accompanied by the violent shaking of the cargo disembarkation, and the sudden cold feeling in the cabin after the people were empty, that he realized that he had arrived at the Green Bay Dam ferry at some point.

He hurriedly shouted out: "Dad, I brought charcoal, it's hard to take ......"

Father Wang didn't wait for him to finish before he smiled and said, "I know, I know." I'll send you to Guo's house. ”

Jiang Minghui was relieved and thanked him again.

When he arrived at the door of Guo's house, he couldn't wait to look at the slope.

I saw three figures, one big and two small, squatting in the vegetable garden to pick vegetables.

He recognized at a glance that the big one was dumb.

She was dressed in red and carried the bamboo hat he gave her, which was very conspicuous in the snow.

The two small ones should be Guo Qiao and Guo Jian.

Suddenly he burst out laughing.

Because the two little ones also brought bamboo hats, which he also gave them. Because he sent a dumb hat, it was not good to miss the younger generation, so he specially chose three small ones, which were very delicate and exquisite, and gave them to Guo Qin's three brothers and sisters. In front of them, the two little ones are not like those who came out to pick vegetables, but like they are showing off their newly-acquired hats in the snow.

Otherwise, what kind of vegetables can they pick?

"Little sister!"

He couldn't help it anymore and shouted.

Qing Du straightened up and looked into the water.

A canopy boat was coming, and at the bow stood a young man in a dark blue cloak, smiling at her. The smile is like a breeze and the moon, and the eyes are flowing with longing and love, pure and clear. Dense snowflakes flew around him and weaved obliquely, lining his body a little thin, very "frozen".

She smiled too, and suddenly there was some joy and joy in her heart.

"Uncle Minghui!"

Guo Qiao tried hard to tilt his little head, held the hat with one hand, and shouted loudly.

followed Guo Jian and shouted.

The two children ran to the water's edge with joy to see what good things he had brought.

This is a habit, who made Jiang Minghui not empty-handed every time he came.

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