After reading the note, Dai Huatuo turned his head and asked, "Holland, I've been busy in the canteen, have you been out twice, and you haven't noticed any movement in the West Building?" When did Han Chenxing come back and pack his luggage and leave, leaving a note for the master. ”

Ren Holland was surprised and asked, "What?" Han Chenxing is gone, she is unfamiliar with life, where can she go? Did you run away with Dali Si? ”

Donglang continued: "No, it's a long story, since you don't know about me, don't bother, let's go find it yourself!" This cold morning star is really not a fuel-efficient lamp! I'm five months pregnant, and I'm still running away from home, which makes me so worried. If I can't find her tonight, I'm going to lose sleep again. ”

Dai Huatuo sighed and said: "Love is always bittersweet and happy, let's open it!" Take care of your body. ”

Donglang didn't squeak and left sullenly.

Han Donglang felt very tired when he returned to the west building, and the knife wound was a little painful, so he wanted to lean against the couch for a while, and then think about where to find Han Chenxing. When I woke up from a sleep, I found that the night was falling, and it was raining heavily outside the window. Watching the heavy rain beating on the doors and windows, he hurriedly brought candles and lit them, and then found pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write a poem "Smelling the Rain" - 'The incense covers the knees and the night is cold, and the dream of smelling the rain hurts the spring. Luo tent hung back on the back of the red candle, and the jade hairpin knocked on the pillow. As soon as he put down the brush, he heard a sudden knock on the door, and hurriedly rushed out and asked, "Is it a cold morning star?" ”

"It's me, Pore Frame, you didn't go to the dining hall for dinner, I brought you pastries and millet porridge, as well as your favorite longan, please open the door!"

"Han Chenxing is gone, how can you have the appetite to eat? Starve to death, it's all fun! Donglang said as he opened the door.

Pore Frame carried millet porridge and cakes, walked to the inner bedroom, put down the tray, and caught a glimpse of a piece of rice paper with undried ink on the couch table, and hurriedly picked it up to take a closer look. hurriedly praised: ""Smelling the Rain" is a beautiful seven-word quatrain, worthy of being a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. Even I, a teacher, can't write it. ”

Han Donglang hung his head and said, "Sensei comforted me, what's so good?" Listening to the rain, it seems that every blow hits my lonely and helpless heart, and I improvise. I heard that your specialty is writing poetry, please don't hesitate to give me advice! ”

Pore Frame shook his head and said: "I'm not as good as you, I once read your "Xiangxi Collection", most of them are written about the love in the boudoir, it seems to be specially written for Han Chenxing, it is touching and tear-jerking to read." I'll comment on the song "Smelling the Rain" you wrote tonight, and I'll explain it when you eat. It is not uncommon for us people in the Tang Dynasty to chant poems and paint, and it is not uncommon for rain to enter poems into paintings, but your poem "Smelling the Rain" is different and must be savored. From the words such as knee covering, jade hairpin, etc., I know that what is written is Han Chenxing. The second sentence of the poem not only alludes to the title of Wen Yu, but also points out the will of the sad spring. And from the regret that the dream came true, she knew that she had a very strong longing, which was a hint of love. The true essence of the wounded spring is lovesickness, and Wenyu is a medium to strengthen this lovesickness......"

Suddenly, Donglang waved his hand and said, "Stop, someone is banging on the door and window, go and open the door, maybe Han Chenxing is back." ”

Pore Frame sighed and said: "Father-in-law, no one knocked on the door, it was the crackling sound of the rain hitting the plantain outside the window, Han Chenxing has already left, and he won't come back casually." Relax and eat! Only when you take care of your body can you have the energy to find her! ”

Han Donglang shook his head and said, "I'm not in the mood to eat, you haven't finished the poem just now, continue to explain!" After listening, maybe Han Chenxing suddenly returned. ”

Pore Frame frowned and said, "It's okay, since you're interested in listening to it, then I'll continue to offer ugliness." The poem "Smelling the Rain" you wrote focused on the atmosphere from the beginning. The night is cold, which not only points out the time, but also explains the weather. The light word says that the cold seems to have weight, and it is synaesthesia. Early spring is already an annoying season, and spring nights add to the silence of solitude and the haze of the situation. People are easy to be bored when the weather is dry, and people are easy to shrink when the weather is cold, only this light cold is more suitable, so it is also the most suitable for the generation of feelings. What's more, the boudoir is so fragrant. The girl was hurt even more. A dream is the fulfillment of a wish, and people who love each other are very eager to meet their lover in a dream. But the ecstasy of lovesickness made her unable to sleep, so it was difficult for good dreams to come true, which in turn aggravated her lovesickness. In this way, I saw the special role of rain. The third sentence further sets off the atmosphere of the environment and writes what you see. The tent hangs low on all sides, and the red candles shine high behind it, and the environment is gorgeous, but the cold morning star is alone, and he feels lonely and lonely. The last sentence writes about her tossing and turning. A hairpin is a type of women's jewelry made up of two strands of hairpins. A pillow is a box-shaped pillow in the middle where items can be placed. The girl tossed and turned, tossing and turning, and the jade hairpin tapped on the pillow with a sound. The sound harmonizes with the sound of the rain, forming a lyrical rhythm, and the infinite silence of the cold morning star becomes more and more prominent. ”

Han Donglang sighed: "The son-in-law of the one who knows me? You can also be said to be a talented man. ”

Pore frame stretched out his hand to stop and said: "The younger generation is ugly, please give advice to my father-in-law!" The poem tries to maximize the capacity in a short space, and strengthens the overall effect through multi-angle and multi-layered descriptions. It widely mobilizes people's sense of smell incense, touch cold, hearing and smelling rain, knocking on pillows, visual knee covering, tents, red candles, etc., all of which are integrated and intertwined with each other, and together constitute an emotional bond, a beautiful atmosphere, and an overall mood of smelling rain and hurting spring. It deliberately highlights the contradiction between fantasy and reality, and although dreams are treated illusory, they are always a potential frame of reference for reality. Love is sweet, lovesickness is bitter, and the pain of lovesickness in the rain in early spring is especially bitter. Rain can break people's tranquil state of mind, and cause rhythmic resonance, so that people can travel in an ethereal and musical-like realm and accept the baptism of pain. It is conceivable that you know Han Chenxing very well, and this poem of yours is written from her point of view. It's just right, and I admire it. ”

Han Donglang shook his head and said: "My son-in-law has won the award, and the millet porridge is finally finished with a frown, but the pastry can't be eaten, you can take it back, and the longan will take it to Qiu Chan to eat." You didn't go to Ren Youjing Medical Center to accompany Han Qiuchan, did Miao Lingxiang stay at her couch? ”

"Qiu Chan said that she was fine because of the smooth delivery, and she was making a fuss about going home, so my mother-in-law and I took her back, and now she is resting. Let's talk about finding Frost Morningstar, can you provide us with a place where she can go. ”

Han Donglang frowned, leaned on the couch and said in a low voice: "Han Chenxing has no place to go in Chang'an City, the only place I can think of is the Miaoyu nun of Ci'en Temple, I want to go and see it tomorrow, if it's not in Ci'en Temple, then there is no way." She deliberately wanted to avoid me, maybe she wasn't at the Temple of Mercy and Grace, but if she didn't go to see it, she didn't feel at ease. Where did you take her in the morning? I've searched many places and there is no shadow of you, so why do you want to take my woman shopping? Where do you not meet in life, if you don't take Han Chenxing to the pastry shop, your niece will not die before she is born, fortunately Qiu Chan is safe and sound, otherwise, you will not be able to return to your hometown. ”

What do you mean by that? Why can't you go back to your hometown, do you want me to take my life for my life? ”

"How do you think I'm going to punish you? If you are dedicated to Qiuchan and don't go out with the cold morning star, it will be a matter of course as soon as you give birth in October, and you will be a father. But I can't see that you have the slightest sadness at the moment, it seems that you really fell in love with Han Chenxing at first sight. If you want to snatch love, I will naturally take measures to punish you. It's better to be smart, do what you have to do, and make trouble in the cold mansion. Han Chenxing will never do, and he will never dare to elope with you. She loves me with all her heart, just as I love her with all my heart, and you don't want to daydream, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

Hearing him say this, Mao Po Frame was indignant in his heart, and simply said bluntly: "If Han Chenxing personally says that he likes me now, even if you want to kill me, I will elope with her without hesitation, and die without regrets." The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic. I didn't have this strong feeling when I fell in love with Qiu Chan at the beginning, but now that I meet Han Chenxing, I have a strong desire to be willing to sacrifice everything for love. No one can stop love from breaking through the door. It's a pity that she is gone. There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of those who have a heart. I was determined and confident to find her, it was only a matter of time. We'll see. ”

Han Donglang said sharply: "Let's see, what words did you say to me when you married Qiu Chan, what poems did you recite to her, and they still resounded in your ears, you won't break your promise so soon!" ”

Pore Frame sighed and said: "I will never forget until I die, I said to you, 'My heart can only be given to Qiu Chan, love will always belong to Qiu Chan, I only have Qiu Chan in my eyes, and I only put Qiu Chan in my heart, and I will not change until time no longer flows, and the four seasons no longer change!" I swear to love Qiuchan for 10,000 years! At the same time, I gave Qiu Chan three poems in front of you and your mother-in-law. ”

Han Donglang said inviolable: "Since the memory is still fresh, why empathize and don't fall in love?" Remember those three poems? What kind of affection do they express? ”

Pore frame said loudly: "How can you forget the poems that have been recited with sincerity?" The first is the Han Dynasty Yuefu folk song "Shang Evil", "Shang Evil, I want to know you and live a long life." There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king? ’！ ”

Han Donglang couldn't help but applaud: "I memorize it well, the tone of the tone is quite magnetic, the oath is still echoing in my ears, and the sonorous and powerful voice is endless, which makes people feel empowered, but unfortunately it is not what it used to be." Some people, the departure of some things, they have long known that it is inevitable, but it is more sudden than sudden. Remember what the other two songs expressed? ”