"Chirp."

Two birds in the small tree outside the house chirped and flew to each other, and each other flew, and from time to time let out a gentle cry.

In spring, there is always so much life, and the small seedlings on both sides of the fields are just emerging, and the gray-black soil is a little green.

A young man was working in a field that had not yet been cultivated with a hoe, and he looked very good at the field with a certain amount of poise, and he was sturdy in a brown shirt, and his skin was a little wheat-colored from the sun, and he seemed to have been doing the business of the field for many years.

After turning the ground up, the young man sat down on the edge of the field to rest, his hoe was placed beside him, and he patted the dirt on his hands.

The sun shines warmly on people, not as hot as in summer, and there is a cool light wind.

The pleasant weather made people unconsciously comfortable, and the young man sat leisurely under the straw hut beside the dirt road in the field.

In the hut was a simple wooden box, and when it was opened, there was a small bowl of wheat rice, which looked not yet completely cool, and two pieces of dried vegetables were placed on it.

The young man sat under the straw hut and took a bite of rice, and added a dried vegetable leaf with his chopsticks and bit a piece.

There was no sound in the fields except the chirping of insects, and occasionally there was the sound of the wind blowing the hay.

Living in the countryside is also one of the pleasures.

Not far from the field, there is a cottage made of grass and trees.

It doesn't count as a cottage, which has four or five rooms and a small courtyard.

In front of the hall in the small courtyard, a straw curtain hung down, and through the straw curtain you could faintly see a person lying inside, the figure was half-lying, holding a fan in one hand and shaking it gently, and the other hand seemed to hold a book.

There was a small sound of reading in the hall, and it should have been just a young man, and from time to time I could hear a burst of self-praise and light singing from inside.

On the other side of the courtyard there should be a kitchen, on which smoke is wafting from it, presumably someone is cooking something.

There was a faint thought in the kitchen, and the light smoke from the roof floated into the air, rising into the air and dispersing.

After a while, probably some twilight began to appear in the sky, and when the western sky was reddish, the smoke in the room stopped, and the sound of reading in the hall also stopped.

A girl of twelve or thirteen years old walked briskly out of the kitchen.

Wearing a light red shirt, with a pigtail, willow eyebrows and bright eyes, she is not very good-looking, but she has the kindness and loveliness of a little girl next door.

Walking into the courtyard, drawing some water from the well, and washing her hands, the girl called out to the hall in front of the courtyard: "Brother Zhong, it's time to eat." ”

The figure in the straw curtain seemed to be half-lying and waved his hand, and a somewhat lazy voice came.

"Zhiyi, go and call your uncle."

"Got it." The girl in the courtyard said helplessly, her second brother always lies in the hall every day and reads, does nothing else, is always so lazy, if no one takes care of him in the future, I don't know what to do.

Shaking her head, she went out of the door, and the outside of the hut was full of fields, and the maiden went into the fields and ran towards a straw hut.

In the straw hut sat the young man who had just been plowing the land, and at this time he had finished his wheat rice and sat in the straw hut to drink water.

The girl ran to the edge of the field in the straw hut and waved her hand and called, "Uncle, it's time to eat." ”

The young man in the straw hut heard the girl's voice and walked out, and when he saw the girl waving to him from a distance on the edge of the field, he smiled and responded.

"Got it."

As he spoke, he picked up a hoe from the field, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the field with the finished food box.

The slanting sun shines on the field, spreading a layer of reddish, the clouds on the horizon are a little dazzling, the light and shadow are distinct, and the figure is stretched obliquely.

But it is a leisurely idyllic scene.

The young man who was plowing the land smelled the smell of rice when he entered the door, and placed the hoe and food box by the door.

Turning his head, he saw that the girl was carrying the food on the table, and said with a smile at him, "Uncle, wash your hands and eat." ”

"Hey, don't worry, I'm not hungry yet." The young man grabbed his hair.

The girl looked at him suspiciously: "You have been in the field for a day, how can you not be hungry?" ”

The young man sneered, "I just ate the meal I brought out in the morning, so I'm not very hungry." ”

"Morning meals?" The girl was stunned for a moment, and then put her hands on her waist and said a little angrily.

"How many times have I told my uncle that you have to eat the morning food as soon as you take it out, and won't it be cold if you keep it until the evening?"

"Uh." The young man showed some embarrassment on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Didn't I forget." ”

"Always say, you always forget." The girl rolled her eyes.

The young man's eyes moved, and he asked as he turned the subject.

"Why hasn't Brother Zhong come yet?"

"Him?" The girl turned around and arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

"It's not the same as before, thinking about the painting of the Shuo Fang girl, it's like this at this time of the day."

said and pouted: "I look at him, his soul has been hooked." ”

"Haha, you can't say that." The boy went to the well to fetch water and wash his hands.

"When Brother Zhong traveled with his father, he happened to see the Shuofang girl in the human mansion, and he was shocked, and he often copied it at home since then. It should just be yearning for the skills of the ancestors, not the woman in the painting. ”

"That's a good thing to say." The girl muttered.

In the straw curtain in the front hall, the former scholar sat there, holding a canvas in his hand, looking at the canvas in fascination.

The man was also a teenager, dressed in a white robe with a feather fan by his side.

The eyebrows are clear, and there is always an indescribable bearing in the eyes, and the appearance is not handsome, but he is also a bright boy.

He looked at the painting in his hand, sighed, and said to himself, "It's still a little bit worse." ”

"Brother Zhong, don't look at your Shuofang girl anymore, come out to eat."

There was a cry from the little sister outside, and the young man holding the painting shook his head and smiled: "It's here." ”

One last glance at the painting, carefully rolled it up, and put it away.

In the small house in Nanyang, although it is clean, there is always a bit of laughter.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, at this time, when the Han family was in decline, the country was uncertain, and it should be a cloud of smoke.

"Step."

A tree branch on the road was trampled off, and a man walked out of the mountain forest by the roadside.

The man was wearing an off-white shirt, which looked a little dirty. He carried a hat on top of his head, a black "cane" in his hand, and a bookcase that looked rather heavy on his back.

"Ahem."

The man coughed, and there was a lot of dust in the forest.

"Goo."

There was a cry in his stomach, and the man touched his own, let out a sigh, and sat down on the side of the road.

He lifted his hat and said weakly.

"Ah, I'm so hungry that I can't walk."