The bright moonlight is sprinkled in the canyon, lying next to the firewood pile behind the earthen stove, you can see the vast sea of stars above the mountain top from the door, which is beautiful.

Xu Buling fell asleep under the thatch, and the black dog lay in the small dog kennel at the door, making a 'purr~~' sound.

The night was very quiet, and I don't know how long it took, but in the side house opposite the courtyard dam, there was another sound of rustling.

I wear a skirt......

Xu Buling raised his head and opened his eyes, but saw that the door was opened, and the little village girl walked out of the house, with a neat dress and a blanket on her body. He thought it was convenient to get up at night or something, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

It's just that after the little village girl came out of the door, she trotted straight to the kitchen door, took a small wooden stick, and then squatted down next to the earthen stove and poked Xu Buling's leg with the small wooden stick:

"Hello? Feed? ”

“……”

Xu Buling made a sleepy-eyed appearance, opened his eyes, and tightened the robe on his body:

"Girl, what do you want to do?"

The little village girl squatted at the entrance of the earthen stove, Ruyue's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes were a little puzzled:

"What does the poem you just read, in which 'I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie'?"

That's it?

I thought the long night was long and I didn't want to sleep peacefully......

Xu Buling was bored, blinked his eyes, sat up, and explained seriously: "Well, I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie, do you mean ...... It's ......" At this point, his expression stiffened slightly.

'Five Tombs' refers to the mausoleums of 'Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Hui of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty'.

The little village girl obviously has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she was tortured by this incomprehensible poem for half the night, and she definitely can't sleep if she doesn't figure it out. At this point, he squatted on the ground and moved two steps forward:

"What do you mean?"

Xu Buling held back for a long time: "Hmm...... It is a character in a book, it is considered a romance, and the people in it are all fictional, and the five tombs refer to the mausoleums of the five emperors in the romance. ”

When the little village girl heard this, she naturally asked, "Which book?" ”

"The Han Dynasty."

"The Han Dynasty?"

The little village girl thought about it carefully, and was slightly displeased: "You lied to people, you don't have this book." ”

As the saying goes, 'One lie makes up for it with a hundred lies'. Xu Buling knew that if he continued to ask, it would definitely be beyond his knowledge accumulation, so he had to smile and say:

"I just wrote it, I haven't read it, it's actually a history book, it's not interesting."

The little village girl nodded thoughtfully, thought about it, and asked again:

"That Tang Gongzi, have you written other poems? Read it to me......"

As he spoke, he stood up, ran to the cupboard, picked up the only remaining pot of home-brewed peach blossom wine, brought over two wooden bowls, put them in front of Xu Buling, and poured two bowls:

"I'll ask you for a drink."

"Hehe......"

Xu Buling was made like this, but he didn't feel sleepy, sat on the ground against the wall, gave her a small bench, and then picked up the wine bowl:

"I know a lot of poetry, but it's just for leisure and taste, and I don't know much about the people who write poetry. If you don't get to the bottom of it, I can read it to you. ”

The little village girl sat down on the bench, holding a small wooden bowl, and nodded: "You boldly say it, I don't ask you." ”

Xu Buling picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of the bitter wine that was not very delicious, and thought about it: "Tang Bohu's poems, I still remember a poem "Leaving Flowers", the spring is full of good autumn and the autumn is ruthless, and the red face has no intention of withering. Huang Liang dreamed of the three Spring Festival Galas, why bother to meet again after saying goodbye. It is intended that youth is short and fleeting, and it is necessary to have fun in time and cherish youth ......"

The little village girl also took a sip of wine, and after listening carefully, she nodded slightly: "It's not as good as the previous one, are there any others?" ”

"Other ......"

Xu Buling searched it in his mind and continued: "There is also a cut of plum by Li Qingzhao. The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade mushroom in autumn, lightly dissolve Luo Shang, and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building. Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. It's about the deep contemplation of her husband's absence......"

The little village girl pondered carefully: "It's not bad...... But it's too sad, I don't like it, does it sound more comfortable? What makes people happy? ”

Xu Buling smiled a little, it seems that this little village girl is not emotionally hurt to live in seclusion here, and she is quite optimistic. He pondered for a moment and said softly:

"Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. What do you think? ”

"Hmm...... This is good, is there anything else? ”

The little village girl obviously didn't drink well, and her face was a little red, but she was very energetic, and she looked straight at Xu Buling, without the slightest other emotion, and was simply satisfied.

The lonely men and widows in the deep mountains and old forests should have a charming atmosphere. But for some reason, Xu Buling sat in front of this little woman, even if the other party was beautiful and delicious, it was difficult to have other ideas. It feels like there is a piece of white and flawless jade in front of me, which makes people ashamed of themselves, and they dispell those messy thoughts from the bottom of their hearts.

It's as if an ordinary person meets a saint and is worried that his philistine speech and demeanor will make the saint look down on him.

Xu Buling is also considered a dragon and phoenix among people, and it is the first time he has felt this way, but this is not a bad thing. He chuckled:

"Naturally, there is. The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains. Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning. Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date. It's about the secluded life of Zhongnan Mountain, but it's a bit similar to the girl now. ”

The little village girl savored it carefully, and smiled: "Occasionally, Lin Suo, there is no return date for talking and laughing." You are the old man you met in the woods, you can talk all the time, and you don't have to think about when to go back. ”

This smile is as bright as a peach blossom.

It was the first time Xu Buling saw the little village girl smiling, he was slightly stunned, and then he also laughed:

"What old man, I guess it's not as old as you."

That's what the poem says. Well...... Occasionally, the son is worth talking and laughing, and there is no repayment date...... Don't rhyme anymore......"

"Then change the song, I want to think about it......"

……

The night was silent, and the four fields were silent.

The jade plate hangs in the air and casts the bright moonlight, scattered in the small courtyard of the farmhouse between the peach blossoms.

Two men and women who have never known each other, sitting behind the earthen stove in the kitchen, like barren peasant farmers in a mountain village, are talking about the most prestigious literary treasures of all dynasties, and the scene is both strange and special.

The weather was too cold, and in the middle of the night, Xu Buling lit a fire.

Maybe she was hungry, the little village girl stood up, took a frozen fish from the window, used pickled vegetables as an adjunct, and stewed the fish soup seriously, her expression was still focused, listening to Xu Buling, who was burning the fire, explaining the poems.

Xu Buling watched the little village girl go around in the kitchen, and for some reason, she felt that she was quite comfortable these days. After nearly two months of running and fighting, he suddenly stopped, just like a chivalrous man who licked blood from the knife for half his life, in the interval of fighting and killing, he suddenly came to this place outside the world, and the turmoil stopped, and he felt that the trivial matters of the rivers and lakes in the past were meaningless, and he didn't want to pick it up when he put it down.

Maybe only the Jianghu guests who have experienced the ups and downs of life and death will understand this kind of blandness.

It's a pity that Xu Buling was not born in the rivers and lakes, the emperor's family, how can there be a saying of returning to the mountains and retreating.

The two of them chatted about poetry in the kitchen, took a sip of a jar of wine, and finally drank it all.

Before I knew it, the east was white, and it was already early in the morning.

The little village girl was sleepy-eyed, still holding her chin in her hand, still listening carefully, and had no intention of going to sleep. said that he didn't get to the bottom of it, but when he encountered words and sentences that he didn't understand, he would still ask about it, even if Xu Buling didn't know, he had to make up a reasonable explanation for her, otherwise he would keep asking.

Xu Buling's mouth was dry, and when he saw that the sky was already bright, he said: "It's dawn, girl, go to bed early, stay up late and hurt yourself." ”

The little village girl had a little unfinished meaning in her eyes, but she still nodded and rubbed her eyes: "I thought you wrote it at first, but there are so many poems, you can't write it alone." You're pretty honest. With that, he got up and went back to the side room.

Xu Buling shook his head and chuckled, he didn't feel sleepy when it was dawn, and he had to hurry up and go out to meet Chu Chu, so he walked out of the kitchen with his sword and went to the river to continue catching fish......