Jian Yunzhen and Xiang Ye looked at each other for a while, but did not speak.

Xiang Ye suddenly laughed again, the flowers in his hair shook off a little, and he spoke steadily: "The birds I raise don't eat, can't fly, don't bring spring flowers to my table, although the voice is good, but never singing." ”

Jian Yunqi smiled, and finally raised his foot to approach her, and said as he walked: "My birds often sing, mostly in tunes I haven't heard. In the cold night of the border pass, I occasionally listen to a song, and I can't sleep all night. ”

He walked up to her, gently pinched a full petal from her hair, and put it in her palm, her face flushed and reddened a little.

"You love to dry flowers, and you pay attention to fate. I think this piece depends on your hair, the most fateful, put it in your purse and take it back. ”

Xiang Ye took the petals, thought for a while, lowered his head and said, "It's in a purse, I'm afraid it will be crushed by other things on the road." In addition, the flowers I dry on weekdays, I don't care if I put them in a book, this piece is different, if it breaks one day after it dries and disappears, I'm afraid it will be sad for a long time. ”

Jian Yunzhen's eyes were softer, and he gently touched her head, causing the girl to press her head lower.

He smiled, first went to the tree next to him and carried a jar of wine, then took out a jade pendant from his arms, took the petal in Xiang Ye's hand, put the petal in the center of the jade, and asked Xiang Ye to press it. He bit off the wine cloth and slowly poured wine on the jade.

Xiang Ye looked at him for a while, forgetting to dodge, and his skirt was also drenched.

After the petals are wet, they become soft, slippery and sticky, and stick to the jade, the purple is deeper, and the petal filaments are visible.

Jian Yunzhen spoke: "It's a little sticky for a while, you take out the things in your purse, I'll help you get it and put the jade in." When I go out, I find someone to draw the shape of the flower and inlay it with gold, so that you can rest assured. ”

Xiang Ye was stunned for a moment, nodded, quietly took out his purse, and began to vacate things. She was cautious when she took the jade, and the action of pulling up the top of the bag was all seen by Jian Yunyun.

Words sometimes fail, but the heart feels.

Xiang Ye wrapped the lotus into his arms, and Jian Yunzhen carried her small red clay seal, a few taels of silver, a small bead flower, and a piece of wrapped lactose.

Jian Yunzhen took Xiang Ye's hand and led her out slowly.

Xiang Ye struggled, and was held tighter again.

Along the way, Jian Yunzhen was always in front of him, pulling out the flower branches to block the sun.

Xiang Ye asked him: "Did you grow up at the border?" ”

Jian Yunzhen replied: "No, I grew up in a foreign country, and I went to the border after completing my studies at the beginning of the year, and stayed until the beginning of the year. ”

Xiang Ye asked again: "Do you really like to listen to music?" ”

Jian Yunqi said: "I love to listen. Although I can't play, I have been with my uncle since I was a child, and when my master was studying martial arts retreat, I was always with him. There were very few people studying with me, except for my uncle, and there was only one older brother. When I was young, the three of us used to be companions, mixed and mixed, and the things we liked were naturally similar. ”

Xiang Ye is not bad at words, but he knows how to be smart and not ask questions. She knew that the person in front of her had many hidden wounds on his body, but now was not the right time to heal him. Or, from the moment she understood "a long time ago" that they were the same kind of people, she knew that it was impossible to truly understand his grief from him. In this case, it is better to be quiet in the spring light of the flowers.

Xiang Ye held his hand tightly, and suddenly said to him: "My skirt is wet, my head is dizzy, and it is uncomfortable to walk with sticky, can you carry me out?" ”

Jian Yunzhen looked back and saw the thin sweat on her delicate face, squatted down, and picked her up: "If you are afraid of the sun, bury your head." ”

Xiang Ye closed his eyes and did not speak.

The flowers are shaken, the wind is light, the wine is fragrant, and the sun is warm.

"Dong Di" asked: "What happened later?" ”

Xiang Ye said: "After he sent me out of the park, he went back because he was worried that his friend would be drunk in the forest. Ah Shu and I went home. ”

Dong Di slapped the table, straightened up and shouted, "Then who is his surname, and you didn't ask?" ”

Xiang Ye shook his head, and Dong Di's face was full of surprise: "Oh my God, you're really crazy." Love still confuses your smart eyes after all. ”

Xiang Ye laughed, took out the jade pendant from his purse, handed it to Dong Di, and said, "No need to ask." ”

Dong Di took it and looked, the jade has been inlaid with a piece of gold petal, because the petal is small, it is not vulgar, but ingenious.

She turned the jade over and saw that there was a word "楟" in the center, and there was a small seal in the lower right corner, and a "Jane" was engraved in the emblem font.

The world is divided into three kingdoms, the Jian Kingdom and the Single Kingdom are two major dynasties, one south and one north, and they are divided into courts. The spirit country is alone outside the East China Sea, occupying the island as a country, regardless of land disputes.

There are three common fonts of Jianguo, one is the palace emblem style, which is specially used by the royal family; the second is the official rice style, which is reached by official documents and decrees; The third is the folk king style, which is the most widely used. There is not much difference between the three fonts, mainly because the pen is straight and the font is flat and round, but the punishment is severe and it is not allowed to be mixed. It was originally written and arranged by the three major calligraphers of the previous dynasty, and later handed over to the special institutions of the imperial court to delete and update the text.

Dong Di's father is a first-class civil official in the DPRK and China, so he can naturally recognize the mystery at a glance. Her expression suddenly became more serious: "Is he Jian Yunzhen?" ”

Xiang Ye nodded and took the jade pendant she handed back.

Dong Di asked again: "The owner of the other 'wood bird'?" ”

Xiang Ye said, "Yes." ”

At this point in the picture, the "Flowing Moon Immortal Venerable" asked Si Ming to stop and asked her: "Si Ming, what are they talking about 'wood birds'?" ”

Si Ming was sleepy before, so she drank some wine to refresh herself, but now her face was a little drunk, and the lantern on her cheeks was also brighter, and her speech slowed down: "Wait a while, I'll find it for you, in the 'first few times'." ”

Si Ming walked to the reciprocating mirror, lifted the wine jug and poured it in half, reached down to stir the water, and said, "Good, go forward 'a few times'." ”

The reciprocating mirror waved, the water crackled upward, and after a while, a new "picture" appeared, and it seemed that it should be Xiang Ye's childhood.

Si Ming shook his hand at Liuyue, indicating that it was okay. I used the fairy method to change into a recliner, and as soon as I lay down, I turned over, and I fell asleep with my mouth open.

Liuyue sighed softly and said, "It's always so unserious about doing things. Then he turned into a blanket, covered Si Ming's body, and looked down with the rabbit in his arms.

When Xiang Ye was "thirteen years old", in addition to learning the piano and studying with "Xie Lin", he also needed to go to school with everyone.

One day, the master was talking about painting, talking about a true handiwork of the former landscape painting master "Jiangxia": the green mountains are kind in the distance, the clouds are dark around the countryside, the grass by the river is windy, and the dead branches are old and strong. The red leaves are dwarf and the paper is forced to retreat, and the ink is swaggering with a few trees, and the boat near the shore sits on the two people, and I don't know where the eyes linger.

The painting master loved to ask questions in class and make positive comments based on the students' answers, and over time, the students found the book on which the master relied for his comments, and they all rushed to buy a copy. Later, if there is a question, it becomes that everyone is an "elegant" person in the eyes of the Master.

Most of the students who took classes together were children of official families, and for the sake of fairness, the imperial court required each school to accept a few children of poor families and businessmen, so that everyone had the opportunity to receive the same education.

The books used by the master were not expensive, and the teaching methods of different schools were similar, so the street vendors saw a business opportunity, so they printed pirated copies of the books that most of the masters liked to use, and sold them on the stalls, so almost everyone had a copy. Xiang Ye followed "Xie Lin", one of the best masters in the world, to study, so naturally he didn't need to buy it, but in this school, besides her, there was another person who didn't have books, not because he was disdainful, but because he couldn't afford it. Usually, the master's favorite points are those who "have books", and occasionally when they are really annoyed, it will be her turn and "Tan Shi".

Today, unfortunately, it happened to be "Tanshi".

The master asked him, "Tan Shi, tell me, what is this painting about?" ”

Xiang Ye knew that for Tan Shi, who was from a poor family, he might not know either "Jiangxia" or landscape painting, he did not have a "well-explained" book that could be copied ready-made, nor did he have enough time to fully appreciate the painting, and his temperament was hard, the same as his name, so he was destined not to have the answer that the master wanted.

"People who enjoy the mountains and rivers return from upstream, and their tired hearts find a home in the smoke of the evening's cooking, and the wind by the stream is strong, and people want to stop the boat as soon as possible. The color is bright and dark, and the brush and ink are shallow, thick and appropriate, and the painting is good. ”

After Tan Shi finished speaking, the master's brows furrowed, his nostrils let out a rough sound, and then he turned around, did not look at Tan Shi, and said: "Everyone remember, do learning, appreciate poetry and painting, and don't play with children." ”

All the scholars replied in unison, "What the Master taught." ”

The master also said: "This painting is made by 'Jiangxia' in the thirteenth year of the previous dynasty, when he went to the 'Wangu Mountain' alone, in the face of green frost and autumn water, he felt something, and saw the group of Hongs flying far away in the twilight, and the ancient trees continued to grow beside the cold river. ”

Xiang Ye suddenly opened his mouth: "Master, Xiang Ye has something unknown. ”