The rainy season in Jiangnan is different from other places, like a tender girl, touching the compassion of the world with amorous tears.

The hazy Jiangnan is full of greenery, like a rich Qingdan ink painting, and there are ancient legends.

The ripples of the falling silver needles falling into the gurgling water disturbed the fish's thoughts and caused a disturbing commotion.

The butter paper umbrella walking on the bluestone bridge, dancing gracefully with skirts, is reflected in the graceful river.

People in a hurry did not stop in this quiet time, to feel the poetry of the rain falling on the black tiles and pink dels, the small splashes of water when it fell on the green brick steps, and then lightly fell on the grass in the crevices.

In the deep alleys, the hawkers are shouting and selling noisily, accompanied by a song in the green building, which is long and lingering, but it has a different mood.

In the distance, smoke rises from farmhouse cooking, and willow trees are fishing by the river.

At this time, a flat boat rowed by, and a pot of warm wine was boiling on the boat.

Dressed in white, the green silk brushed past his ears, and the man slightly fanned the hanging jade folding fan in his hand. Standing quietly on the bow of the boat, looking at the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

"Childe, the wine is ready. Please taste. The attendant respectfully held the jade wine glass, bent down slightly and handed it to the man in white.

A slender white and bony hand slowly took the wine glass, placed it under the tip of the nose, and then gently shook the emerald green wine glass, smelled the thick aging of grain and rice, and drank it into his throat with satisfaction.

Then he put the empty wine glass in the hands of the attendants, and stretched out his free hand to the gloomy sky, allowing the cool rain to fall on his fingertips and drain between his fingers.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are colorful.

On the shore of the Spring Rain Lake, the beautiful women frolicked, adding a touch of drunken pink to this clear spring color.

"Miss! Slow down, watch your step, don't slip and get your clothes dirty! “

"Huh! Little Kerr, hurry up! Hurry up and take shelter from the rain in the pavilion. The woman in white stroked the green silk between her eyebrows, and stretched out her white hand to call the maid Ke'er who was with her.

"Miss, you are really! It's the rainy season, if my clothes are wet and I catch a cold, I have to be trained by my lord again! Ke'er lifted the corners of her emerald green skirt, jumped on tiptoe and jumped over the stagnant water and hid in the pavilion, muttering dissatisfied and complaining.

"You! It's not that you were careless and forgot to bring an oil umbrella when you went out! The woman in white gently knocked Ke'er with a bitter face on the side.

Ke'er rubbed her head and said softly: "It's not because Miss is in a hurry to go out, so Ke'er was busy following Miss and forgot to take an umbrella for a while."

"I'm talking about my little Kerr. You're getting bolder and bolder now, and you're always talking back to me, seeing if I don't clean you up today! As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hands to scratch the itchy flesh on Kerr's waist.

"Hahaha, miss, the slave knows that she is wrong. The slave doesn't dare anymore, itchy. Ha ha. Miss! “

A crisp and pleasant laughter, overshadowing the cheerful lark call, echoed in the vast sky.

"Childe, the boat has docked, and the villain is holding an umbrella for you." The attendant waited and opened the oil umbrella that had been prepared.

"Give me the umbrella, you can go back first." The man in white took the oil umbrella and walked towards the verdant bamboo leaf forest.

The sea of bamboo swayed and rustled in the wind.

The green bamboo, the bluestone steps, like a painting stained with water in the rain, the ink melts together, blurry, hazy.

The man in white, stepping on the rain step by step, saw not far from the corner of the forest, two beautiful women frolicking in the pavilion. Don't be a sight.

This couldn't help but make the man in white stop.

"Oops! Miss, this rain does not stop. It's not too early, and if you don't go back, the master should lecture him. What to do! “

The woman in white looked at the sky, stretched out her delicate hand, and felt the coolness of the rain. lowered his head and pondered for a while, bit his thin lip, then pulled up Kerr and rushed out, Kerr was startled and didn't react for a while.

The woman in white put her other hand on her forehead, just pulling the misty Kerr to run wildly in the rain, forgetting to look at the road ahead.

With an oops.

The woman in white rubbed the tip of her pretty nose painfully, raised her head to look at the man in front of her, and looked at his deep eyes, a little obsessed. After a while, Fang Fang reacted, took a few steps back a little embarrassed, blushed his little face, and said softly: "The little girl has no intention of offending the child, but this rain is not satisfactory." Let Childe be frightened, and please forgive Childe. ”

The man in white looked at the somewhat reckless woman in front of him. I saw her moist jade neck, her curved eyebrows were as soft and firm as bamboo leaves, and her cheeks were slightly pear-ed, with a few playfulness. The crystal water droplets on the green silk give people a sense of pity.

The man in white handed her the umbrella in his hand: "If the two girls don't dislike it, you can lend the umbrella to the two of you." If the two girls were hurt by the cold, they would be responsible. “

The woman in white didn't react for a while, she involuntarily took the oil umbrella, heard the words of the man in front of her, and hesitated: "Son, if you lend us the umbrella, what will you do?" I'm afraid the rain won't stop. If the son gets the wind cold because of us, the little girl is also responsible. The little woman of Childe's good intentions understood it, but she still hoped that Childe would take the umbrella back. “

The woman in white handed the umbrella to the man in white.

The man in white looked at the somewhat stubborn woman in front of him, frowned, and made a stumbling block with both hands: "Miss Don't bother, I'm going to say goodbye."

With that, he turned and left.

The woman in white was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly chased forward, wanting to return the oil umbrella to him, but found that the person was missing at the corner of the bamboo forest, leaving a winding and quiet path.

Ke'er ran her fingers around her hair, probed her head, and then approached the woman in white: "Miss, this boy has a weird temper. Since ancient times, swords have been given to heroes, and now there are oil umbrellas with beauties. Hehe, and yes, I found that the clothes you are wearing look so good! If you change into a red dress, it's a lifetime! Could it be that a thousand-mile marriage is held by an umbrella, and the white-clothed people have been cultivated for a hundred years!? “

"Kerr! You're starting to talk nonsense again. I'm going to be angry! The woman in white looked away from the depths of the bamboo forest with some frustration, and scolded Ke'er with some shyness.

Ke'er shrank her head and stuck out her pink tongue: "Miss, it's okay if I'm wrong." “

"Humph! Go home! The woman in white wrinkled her nose and snorted softly.

The rain continued until the night, and it was a little annoying.

"Childe, are you swimming in the river?" Xiao Xiangye quipped as he looked at the man in white who was soaking wet.

"I forgot to bring an umbrella." The man in white wanted to fool around.

Xiaoxiang handed the hot towel to the man in white: "I asked someone to bring an umbrella." ”

"Then it's going to fall into the river."

Xiaoxiangye's handsome face looked at the man in white playfully: "The eyes and ears in Yangzhou City, but I picked them out with my own hands." ”

The movement of the man in white stopped, and he smiled bitterly: "Have you finished explaining your business?!"

Xiao Xiangye suddenly became respectful: "Your Royal Highness Qiqi, everything is fine." ”