In the early hours of the morning, Chang'an pavilions and pavilions were shrouded in the rain curtain, washing away the dullness accumulated in a winter, and everything seemed to have a new life.

The sound of reading aloud in the Guozi prison was like a tide, and Song Yufu looked at an empty table in front of the school, her eyes were slightly complicated, but she turned into a helpless sigh.

After Xu Buling entered Beijing, he stayed in the school for less than a month, either ringing the bell in the Bell and Drum Tower, or disappearing without a trace.

I didn't think there was anything before, but since the last time I kissed Xu Buling in the Bell and Drum Tower inexplicably, Song Yufu felt strange in her heart.

After all, it was her hand, and Song Yufu didn't want to complain about Xu Buling, but the matter had already happened, and if she didn't think about it, it would still flash in her mind inadvertently.

The hairpins are already coming back, and it stands to reason that they should have nothing to do with each other, and I don't think Xu Shizi likes trouble like me very much......

Song Yufu thought silently, and after leading the morning reading, she left the school building and walked to the courtyard where the Guozijian lived.

Just halfway through, I saw my father Song Baiqing holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying a jar of wine to meet him.

Song Yufu was a little stunned, in her impression, her father never drank, and when her mother was there, she would walk around the garden, and after her mother died, she was left with writing, reading, and lecturing.

Song Yufu trotted up, hid under the oil-paper umbrella, and asked with some doubts:

"Dad, are you going out?"

Song Baiqing has always had no expression, just handed the umbrella to her daughter and nodded:

"Take a trip home, your uncle is back, you have to stay in the capital for a few days, and then go to Yuelu Mountain. You haven't seen your grandfather yet, and you'll live with him for two years. ”

"Huh?!"

Song Yufu was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her little face was a little excited, but she was soon pressed down by inexplicable loss.

She has heard many times about Yuelu Mountain, which is located in Chudi, and there is a primary school in the mountain, where there was originally only a master to teach some children in the surrounding villages, and it has been unknown. Until more than 20 years ago, two people were suddenly born, who were famous for their attainments in painting and chess, and that painting saint was Xu Danqing.

Later, when everyone inquired, they knew that these two people were out of the same school, and all the scholars in the world went to Yuelu Mountain for a while, trying to find which master to apprentice, and even the first emperor had sent someone to invite him once, but unfortunately no one had ever found the rumored primary school.

The students taught by the old master, in fact, there are four, they belong to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it is a pity that there are many strange people in the world, and two of them have failed to become big tools, and Song Baiqing is one of them.

However, Song Baiqing is not without ability, but after leaving the school, he always felt that it was useless to write well, and his ability should be used to govern the country and the country.

Song Yufu has been yearning for Xu Danqing and the rumored grandfather since she was a child, and she is naturally very excited to follow Xu Danqing to visit her grandfather. But the road is far away, and it will take two years to go, and when she comes back after two years, Xu Buling should return to Suzhou City......

Thinking of this, Song Yufu pursed her lips and was silent.

Song Baiqing walked in the rain curtain and glanced at his daughter: "Don't want to go?" ”

"It's not...... Would you like to go......"

Song Yufu struggled for a long time, but still nodded and smiled.

Song Baiqing sighed and was silent for a moment:

"Women don't stay, and it's natural to want to get married. But my father doesn't have a dowry, your grandfather is very powerful, and when the time comes, you will marry whoever you want to marry, and tell his old man, whether it is a prince or a gate valve, he should give face. ”

"How can there be~......"

Song Yufu's face suddenly turned red, she shook her head, and weakly held the umbrella and stopped talking.

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The father and daughter went around and came to the old house on Zhuji Street.

In the rain, Xu Danqing, who was dressed in a scholarly robe and holding an ink-black oil-paper umbrella, showed a bright smile from afar:

"Bai Qing, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still remember my hobby, and you have a heart. This is Yufu, she was only two or three years old when she saw it, and now she is so old. ”

Song Yufu is actually a little nervous, after all, the tomorrow of painting saints is too big, almost to the point that everyone knows about it.

After a slight look, Song Yufu stepped forward and bowed: "Uncle Song." ”

"Huh...... It's still as good as when I was a child. ”

Xu Danqing consciously took over the wine jar from Song Baiqing's hand, and looked at the somewhat shabby small mansion:

"But the house was still new when I left last time, and I haven't seen you change it for more than ten years. The country's priest and the wine moon want to come a lot, and it is too shabby to live here. ”

Xu Danqing is a well-known prodigal in the rivers and lakes, if it weren't for Nuo's fame, Song Yufu would have frowned.

Song Baiqing opened the door lock and entered the courtyard, he has always been unsmiling, and he ignores the prince's children, how can he take care of this unorthodox fellow brother, and said calmly:

"Stay here these days, or sleep on the street, it's not like you haven't done this."

Xu Danqing put away the oil-paper umbrella and looked back and forth: "For the sake of the teacher's class, I will deign to live here." To tell the truth, senior brother, as long as I think, no one will say anything when I live in Taiji Palace, and the saint gave me a pen a few days ago, which is begging me to go out of the mountain......"

Song Yufu followed behind, she couldn't help it, and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle Xu, sealing the pen is like the people of the rivers and lakes sealing the sword and box, it seems that you can't go out of the mountain again according to the rules......"

Xu Danqing touched his beard and smiled elegantly: "Uncle, I am a literati, how can I abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes, and there are not a few officials who have returned to their hometowns to reactivate." ”

"But the literati have to have a backbone, saying that sealing the pen is sealing the pen, and re-going the mountain after returning to the hometown is an order to be in danger, which is not the same ......"

“……”

Xu Danqing blinked his eyes and turned his head to look at Song Baiqing: "Senior brother, is this considered a tiger father without a dog girl?" How to admit death like you. ”

Song Yufu smiled and stopped talking.

Song Baiqing did not have idle thoughts:

"You have offended too many people, and they are all women, women have always been careful to hold grudges, be careful when you go out this time, don't be the same as the eldest and second, you didn't even leave a piece of incense."

Xu Danqing sat down next to the table and sighed: "When you get out of the mountain, you have to finish painting, at least eight, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the saint." You have been in the capital for a long time, can you know the recently famous beauty? I went back to retire after two strokes, saving me from dying outside. ”

Song Baiqing shook his head, turned around and went to the side room to make tea.

When Dad left, Song Yufu's courage naturally strengthened a little, and she pursed her lips, a little 'Uncle Xu, look at me'.

Xu Danqing can draw people and look at people, so he saw the careful thinking of his daughter's family, and raised his hand and waved:

"It's no good to be too famous, you will inevitably suffer from unjustified disasters if you don't have a family background, even if your family is good, it's not necessarily a good thing, you just marry honestly, don't think so much."

Song Yufu let out an 'oh', pondered a little, glanced at the side room, and then whispered:

"Uncle Xu, you ...... Can you help me draw someone? I want to keep a portrait. ”

Xu Danqing chuckled lightly, and his tone was easy-going: "Could it be that Yufu has a recommended candidate?" I'm worried about this. ”

"No......" Song Yufu hesitated, and whispered: "It's a man." ”

"Men's ......"

What kind of experience does Xu Danqing have, after reading all the beauties in the world, he glanced at her, and shook his head:

"How do men paint, if this spreads, the rivers and lakes will not say that my taste has changed, and I can't paint or not."

Song Yufu was a little excited, and said seriously: "Uncle Xu, don't worry, I promise not to pass on your paintings, just take a look for yourself." ”

Xu Danqing thought about it, she was cynical, her niece asked for this, and she didn't push it around, he smiled:

"It's okay, but I don't paint ugly people, at least I have to be more handsome than my uncle."

"That's natural, much more than Xu Bojun."

“……”

Xu Danqing touched his chin and smiled a little far-fetched:

"Huh...... Then I'm going to have to take a good look at ......."