"Beggars are skillful, beggars are skillful, beggars are clear, beggars are beautiful, beggars my father and mother are thousands of years old, and begs my sisters for thousands of years. Yan Huan was playing the colorful line while meditating in his heart. After eating Qiaoguo before, I will not feel hungry, and I will inevitably be unhappy when I think of the family affair that I gave up yesterday. Childhood sweetheart, has always been a good story, although she has no intention of being that little Qingmei, but she met an amorous bamboo horse, but unfortunately the bamboo horse loves herself and loves others, and in the end she really can't hide it, so the marriage contract is abandoned. No matter what happened in front of the person, Yan Huan was half aggrieved and half melancholy, and he just felt that he was a fool and let people play. Just as he was thinking, a plain hand reached out in front of him.

"Resurrection!"

"What do you scare me. Yan Huan knocked off that hand and patted his chest.

"Tsk, I said Yan Huan, you are also a famous talented girl and beauty in Chang'an City, what are you doing sadly, not to mention that the negative person is not here, who are you doing it for?" Yan Si said disgustedly.

"My mouth is so bad, but I'm your sister, so I can't say two good words to comfort and comfort me. Yan Huan was indignant.

"Okay, I'll comfort you. Yan thought about it for a while, and leaned into Yan Huan's ear: "Today is the Begging Festival, then I ask the seventh sister in the sky to bless my sister to meet a good son at the lantern festival, the two fell in love at first sight, you and I are nong, and they are married. ”

Yan Huan listened, blushed and twisted Yan Si, "What do you say about the good boy, pay you back and me, the red sleeves add fragrance, it's really shameless!"

Yan Si laughed while hiding: "You also said it, hahaha, hahaha!"

The two played around for a while, both of them were a little out of breath, so they simply sat down and continued to play the colorful line. After about a cup of tea, Yan Si couldn't stand it, and threw the silk thread in his hand: "Oh, don't fight, don't fight, let's go see the lantern festival." Yan Huan thought so.

The Tanabata Lantern Festival has always been a grand event for the daughter's family. On this day, the girls get up early to freshen up, store water, and thread needles and beggars, play colorful threads, eat Qiaoguo, worship the Weaver Girl, and put lanterns at the night lantern festival to pray for blessings. In addition to women, young men will also write poems and guess lantern riddles at the lantern festival to win the favor of beautiful women.

All kinds of lanterns are charming, and the lamp carries the poem "Qixi tonight to see the blue sky, morning glory and weaver girl crossing the river bridge". "The night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water, lying down and watching the morning glory Vega". "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world." After looking at it for a while, Yan Si proposed, "Let's go put the lights on too." The sisters each held a lotus lantern and walked towards the river. Suddenly, a round of cheers erupted not far away. It was normal for talented people to make masterpieces at the Lantern Festival, but Yan Huan had a whim and dragged Yan Si: "Let's go over there and have a look." ”

The two squeezed into the crowd, only to see a young man in green clothes with his back to everyone, holding a painting scroll, deaf to the admiration around him.

Yan Jiaru Yuezhai specializes in collecting calligraphy and painting, Yan Huan has been very fond of calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he can't help but be curious when he sees that everyone respects this son so much.

She stepped forward to take the picture scroll, only to see that the waterfall was majestic and magnificent, the water of the waterfall was like coming from the sky, and the woman under the waterfall was independent and dancing. The whole painting is vigorous, high-winded, and far-reaching, and the word "Qinghuan" is mentioned at the end of the payment.

Yan Huan was puzzled and asked, "What is the meaning of 'Qing Huan'?"

He replied: "The past is like smoke." The world is gone, and I wish you joy. The boy raised his head and looked at Yan Huan in surprise. Mo Shangren is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me.

Yan Huan felt rude, returned the painting in his hand to the son, and pretended to be calm and said: "The son is elegant, if the son does not dislike it, you can go to the east of the city to talk about it another day." After speaking, without waiting for an answer, he pulled Yan Si out of the crowd quickly.

"Enough, far enough, stop. Yan Si brushed away Yan Huan's hand and straightened his clothes: "That's right, what are you running? Such a good-looking son is rare, much better than that negative person." ”

Yan Huan was embarrassed, looked at Yan Si helplessly, and felt that her sister was different from others, and said sullenly: "People look good at paintings, I grabbed them, asked this and that, and people don't know me, so they don't know me, so they don't know me." ”

"What do you think, what else can you think, isn't it just a painting, people don't have so many things to do with you. Yan Si disagreed.

Yan Huan didn't want to talk to her more, so she was about to leave with the lantern. Yan Si grabbed her: "I think you just said it well, 'You can go to the east of the city another day to talk about it', that's it, it seems that you two still have a goodbye fate, yes, it's really good." ”

Yan Huan looked at Yan Si and Yan Yuese and said: "The little sister was rude just now, it was an expedient measure, if my sister will never forget that son, then the little sister is willing to give my sister the opportunity of 'Ruyue Zhai'." After saying that, he walked away.

Yan Si stomped his feet behind and said, "This dead girl, kindly treats it as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Not far away, two young men stood side by side.

"Ling Jun, I didn't expect that your skin was enough to bluff people, which caused the two little girls to be excited. The young man in blue teased.

"Lan Xu, you're so bored. The man in Tsing Yi who spoke was the son who had just painted.

"Bored, then what are you looking at here, you can't fall in love with those two little girls just now, are you?" Lan Xu didn't give up.

Ling Jun looked at him indifferently.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it. Lan Xu changed his words and said: "It's getting late, let's go back, don't delay the business." After speaking, the figures of the two flashed and disappeared.

As the night grew darker, Yan Huan returned home and leaned on the windowsill to watch the moon. Looking at it, she thought of the boy at the Lantern Festival again, and the glimpse was really unsightly. Thinking of the joke of "Ruyue Zhai", he shook his head secretly, feeling that the boy should not go, but a trace of secret longing rose in his heart. She closed the window and lay on the bed tossing and turning, thinking of the boy in Tsing Yi for a while, and her former fiancé for a while. Thinking about it, she laughed dumbly, she was thinking like this, and they didn't know, and besides, she shouldn't have lost her fiancé, so she went to think about other sons at will, that's not what a good girl should do. Just take it as a dream, sleep, what son, what fiancé, forget about it.

Early the next morning, Yan Huan got up, and he really felt refreshed. She was in a good mood and was also interested in grooming, so she wore a hanging bun in the mirror, wiped gouache and rouge, and drew willow eyebrows. The person in the mirror is full of autumn water, rippling clear waves, and the hairpin head picks a little lipstick, blending a bright color. The girl is smooth and clear, such a good color, Yan Huan herself is also very satisfied. Gu Fang admired herself for a while, and Yan Huan decided to go to Ruyue Zhai. However, before she could go out, the maid Chanjuan passed the word, and Lu Gongzi came.