April, a rainy season.

Taixing County is shrouded in a large cloud of dark clouds, and the whole city has a sense of "black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy the city".

As a cool breeze blew, a heavy rain quietly fell. Raindrops the size of soybeans crackled on the roof and flowed down the waterways of the green tiles, forming curtains of water on the eaves.

Naturally, the Taixing County Ya was not spared, and was soon swallowed up by this sudden rain. Not only the dilapidated houses of the county government, but also the rockeries, trees and flowers in the back garden of the county government have been ravaged by the rain, making the whole world a sea of rain.

It was this weather that was ravaged by heavy rain that the sound of tapping on the plate came from a flower hall in the county government, accompanied by a loud male voice.

Meng Zhao likes this kind of rainy day very much, and is tapping the plate with chopsticks, and sings loudly: "The rain floods the street, the elder brother carries firewood to sell on the street, and the sister-in-law goes out on the street with flower shoes." Flower shoes, flower socks, flower belts, pearl butterflies are lined up on both sides ......"

This is a popular song in Guangdong, quite Lingnan flavor, but it is Mengzhao's favorite. Now looking at the rain scene outside, it is touching the scene, but it is playing here, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Good!"

Shi Zhixian clapped his hands very cooperatively, although Meng Zhao's singing voice was very ordinary, but he still showed a very face-giving appearance.

"Shizhi County, it's ugly!"

Meng Zhao looked at Shi Zhixian clapping vigorously, he seemed very happy in his heart, and sincerely thanked him.

Shi Zhixian was a drunkard who didn't mean to drink, although he talked happily with Meng Zhao, but the corner of his eye frequently observed Lin Haoran's reaction.

He was able to crawl out of the mud of Taixing County, and he could taste a trace of power, but it was completely given by the big man in front of him, and he wanted to do everything possible to slap this big man.

Lin Haoran does not have too strong official addiction, and he is still dressed as a scholar today. He was wearing a square scarf on his head and a blue Confucian tonic on his body, and the whole person seemed to be gentle and elegant, and he was sitting quietly drinking tea while enjoying the rain.

Like many superiors, he is also becoming more and more silent, as the so-called "punishment is unknowable and unpredictable", silence is a compulsory course for a superior.

At this moment, he did not participate in the topic at all, and seemed to be looking at a rockery that was being washed by the rain.

Bamboo Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in dreams.

The door is lonely and the mountain is opposite, and the idle birds do not guess.

……

Shi Zhixian didn't dare to disturb this Shangguan easily, but continued to entertain himself with the edict, facing the green bamboo in the courtyard, and recited Fang Yue's ancient poems decently.

When reading the poem out, he glanced at Lin Haoran intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to see Lin Haoran's reaction.

This poem is not only suitable for the occasion, but also mentions bamboo, which is already to be favored by the bamboo gentleman Lin Haoran.

It's just that he is destined to be disappointed, because Lin Haoran is still indifferent. Lin Haoran's eyes were deep, and he seemed to be attracted by the rain scene in the courtyard, and frequently stared at the rockery in the back garden.

Hey?

Meng Zhao found that Lin Haoran was absent-minded, but he didn't dare to disturb, so he had to continue to talk about poetry with Shi Zhixian.

The advantage of the superior is that they do not need to take care of other people's feelings, and they are able to choose silence and melancholy as they please.

"Lord Lin, how about the dim sum made by the slave family?"

There was also Shi Zhixian's wife in the flower hall, she looked at Lin Haoran and looked at the rain curtain frequently, but asked with a smile.

Although Shizhi County is mediocre, it seems that he is favored by God, but there is a lady who looks like a fairy.

Mrs. Shi is only thirty years old, which is the most tasteful age for women, with fair skin, a delicate face, a very charming figure, and a ridiculous tiger tooth when she laughs, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes that seduce people's souls, and she is a young woman with all kinds of charms.

But I don't know if it was because I had a good conversation with Lin Haoran yesterday, or because I held my identity as a woman, but I had the courage to ask Lin Haoran.

Although Shi Zhixian seemed to be a little presumptuous, he still looked at Lin Haoran hopefully, and also hoped to break Lin Haoran's silence through his beautiful wife.

"This pastry tastes good!" Lin Haoran unknowingly ate a piece of pastry and responded politely.

Meng Zhao found that Mrs. Shi was a little overstepping, and while talking to Shi Zhixian, he also glanced at Mrs. Shi curiously.

He had a deep puzzle in his heart, and he didn't understand why Shi Zhixian asked Mrs. Shi to accompany her, but Mrs. Shi was not very well-dressed, and she frequently looked at his mentor coquettishly.

As a result, he made associations not without malice, and it was rumored that some local officials sent their wives and concubines to spend the Spring Festival together in order to tie up with their bosses.

"Since Lord Lin likes it, please eat more!" Mrs. Shi picked up the saucer, smiled and handed it over, and said affectionately.

Lin Haoran absentmindedly replied with a word of thanks, that is, he picked a piece of pastry, and still ate it slowly.

The plan couldn't catch up with the changes, and he originally wanted to know more about the situation in Taixing, but this sudden rainstorm trapped him in the county office.

Shi Zhixian is drunkard doesn't mean to drink, but he has been paying attention to Lin Haoran, but he found that his senior brother is simply unfathomable.

Lin Haoran ate a piece of pastry, and when he saw that the rain had not stopped, he couldn't help but sigh softly. Getting up from his seat, he left the flower hall directly on the pretext of reading a book.

This......

Shi Zhixian watched Lin Haoran leave suddenly, although he knew that he should not be angry, but there was an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

"Shi Zhixian, I'll go back to Wen Shu first!"

Meng Zhao watched Lin Haoran leave, and it was only for a while, and he also found an excuse to leave this flower hall.

"Did you do something wrong for your husband?"

Shi Zhixian watched Meng Zhao leave, but he still cared about Lin Haoran, so he muttered to himself.

Madame Shi's beautiful eyes looked very intelligent, but she made a judgment and said, "In my opinion, the problem should be in this heavy rain, and you are not in tune here!" ”

"Isn't this rain a good day to write poems?" Shi Zhixian knew that his wife was smart, and asked suspiciously.

Mrs. Shi turned her head to look at her husband and asked strangely: "My husband is no longer a scholar, but a person in the officialdom, why do you still think that Lord Lin will still like the wind and snow?" ”

"Please also ask Madame to teach!" Shi Zhixian was still puzzled, and looked serious.

Mrs. Shi sighed secretly in her heart, but she still dipped her slender jade fingers in some tea and wrote two words on the table.

"Really?" With a hint of suspicion, Shi Zhixian raised his head and asked seriously.

"It should be eight or nine and ten!" Madame Shi withdrew her hand and replied confidently.