The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Jiangsu and Zhejiang are rich in treasures, handsome stars, and the magnificent scenery has been exhausted by countless literati since ancient times, some or depressed celebrities, or unwilling to set foot in the turbid world, or the temple officials who return to their hometowns, all like to take Jiangsu and Zhejiang as a place of seclusion.

Linjia Village is located in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, and belongs to the jurisdiction of Shanyin County, Huiji County. The small village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the land is flat, the houses are like trees, and the green mountains and green waters outside the village are accompanied by each other.

At this time, it was evening, and the sunset on the top of the mountain was half exposed, and the orange-red glow stained the clouds on the horizon, and sprinkled the afterglow on the earth, adding a touch of beauty to the quiet village.

On the path outside the pavilion of the head of Linjia Village, a young man walked on, he looked nearly twenty years old, his skin was bronzed, his sword eyebrows were starry, his appearance was handsome, his body was long, he looked like a scholar, but contrary to his appearance, the young man was wearing coarse linen clothes outside, with sweat stains on his forehead, and carrying a hoe with fresh soil, all of which showed that this young man was not a scholar who did not touch the spring water with ten fingers, but a farmer who had just returned from the farmland.

The young man walked into the village leisurely, and at this time, whether it was the village woman who was busy with dinner at the head of the village, or the rural man who had returned from farm work, they all raised their heads and greeted him with a smile, showing the excellent popularity of the young man.

"Lin He, are you back?"

"Brother Lin, I came back quite early today."

"Da Lang, come to my house for dinner tonight."

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Lin He smiled and returned the salute to everyone, but when he heard the name of Da Lang, his face was obviously a little unnatural, he put down his hoe, and looked helplessly at the cute-looking child in front of him, only about twelve or thirteen years old, pinched his face, and said: "Zhang Yuan, how many times have I told you, don't call me Da Lang!" ”

The title of this big man is not a good word in Lin He's memory.

Zhang Yuan slapped Lin He's hand away with a red face, and said angrily: "You are the eldest son of the Lin family, isn't the eldest son Dalang?" ”

Lin He couldn't remember how many times he had argued with him on this issue, and he didn't bother to explain it anymore.

Call it Da Lang, just call it Da Lang, fortunately I don't have the surname Wu, Lin He said in his heart.

Lin He sighed, added a spiritual victory method to himself, picked up the hoe, and walked slowly towards the village.

"Hey, hey! Da Lang - Are you going to my house for dinner? Zhang Yuan saw Lin He walking away, and then remembered that he hadn't answered for himself yet, so he hurriedly shouted loudly.

Lin He greeted the setting sun and waved his hand at him without looking back.

The slanting sun stretched Lin He's sturdy figure so long, so long.

"One day, I will grow to the height of Dalang," Zhang Yuan looked at Lin He's back in a daze.

It wasn't until Lin He disappeared at the entrance of the village that Zhang Yuan suddenly came back to his senses, patted his head, and said to himself with an annoyed little face: "It's happened!" Da Lang didn't agree, and when he went home, he was going to be scolded by his sister again. ”

Thinking of his sister's means, Zhang Yuan scratched his head and walked home with a bitter face.

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Lin He's home is at the end of the village, and it is a small tiled house, which is the kind of house that most ordinary people have. The tiled house is surrounded by a bamboo fence that encircles the courtyard, and in addition to a vegetable patch, there are also a few chickens and a dog.

Outside the fence is a crystal clear stream, which is the source of the village's domestic water.

Looking at his home, Lin He's eyes were deep and he stood still for a long time.

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When he was born, he had memories of his past life and knew that he was different from ordinary people. So he hid for many years and secretly inquired about everything in this world.

This world is probably the Jin Dynasty, the founding emperor Sima Yan usurped the throne, changed the name of the country to Jin, set the capital Luoyang, and the year of enthronement was Taishi, from which the Jin Dynasty was born.

Later, Sima Rui moved south to become emperor, and the capital was Jiankang, which was the future Nanjing, and a new regime was established, known as the Eastern Jin Dynasty in history.

The gate politics of the scholars is the officialdom rule of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and it is difficult for ordinary people to have a chance to rise, and even the power of the royal family must be controlled by these scholars.

Located in Wuyi Lane, Wang Xie's second family is the most powerful scholar family in the world, and there is a poem "Osmanthus flowers on the mountain, Wang Xie is full of Jin books", which shows the infinite scenery of Wang Xie and his family.

The later Huan family and the Yu family were not to be outdone.

Today, the temple has been controlled by the powerful minister Huan Wen.

Huan family, the momentum is strong. The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings......

Lin He vaguely remembers that he was born in Jiankang, the current imperial capital.

After her mother gave birth to Lin He, she died. When he was two years old, his father Lin Yu suddenly resigned and retired to Huiji Shanyin, often sending love to several close friends.

Lin Yu was very strict with Lin He, and personally taught Lin He to read and read since he was a child, until three years ago......

Lin He shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and walked straight back home.

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"Dad, I'm back." Lin He carried a hoe and shouted outside the door.

"Hmm." A majestic and robust voice sounded in the room, and there was silence in the moment.

Lin He estimated that his father should be reading again, so he looked for a place to put the hoe down.

Rhubarb saw the young master come home, lying on the ground with his legs and whining, Lin He stepped forward to pat its back and scratch its head, Rhubarb lazily stretched out his tongue and licked Lin He's left hand. On the west side of the courtyard, two roosters raised their wings and fought fiercely.

"You lazy!" Lin He patted the head of the big yellow dog, and the big yellow dog whimpered in his throat, turned his head, and barked at the rooster.

Lin He rolled his eyes, scooped some water into the bucket with a scoop, poured it into the rice bowl of the big yellow dog, and carried the bucket to water the vegetables, feed the chickens, and clean the yard. After packing everything up, Lin He wiped a handful of sweat, walked to the door, knocked on the door, and said, "Dad, I'm in." ”

There was another sound in the door, and Lin He pushed the door open and walked into the house.

The house is divided into three small rooms, in turn is the living room, the bedroom and the study, of which the area of the study accounts for half of the size of the whole house, and there are many books in it, it is not an exaggeration to call it a sweat cow full building.

There is a Huanghuali desk in the study, and a middle-aged man with a handsome figure sits on the Taishi chair next to the desk. He was about the age of his early forties, with a clear face, a black beard, a pair of embarrassed eyes, and his aura was like the abyss and the sea, and he looked like a straight face.

This is Lin He's father, Lin Yu.

Speaking of his father, Lin He couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Lin Yu's background is not high, and it is said that his father, that is, Lin He's grandfather, has only been a pastor of the eighth grade at most. Lin Yu has been smart and studious since he was a child, and he became famous at a young age. When Lin Yu was eight years old, his father took him to visit the famous scholar Wang Lianfu, Wang Lianfu intended to test him, so he took him to the backyard of his home, pointed to the two animals in the horse pen, and asked: "These are the two new beasts in my family, one is a roe deer and the other is a deer, but I can't recognize which is the roe deer and which is the deer, can you tell me?" ”

The deer and the roe deer look similar, and people who have seen them generally can't recognize them, let alone Lin Yu, who has never seen them at all, he tilted his head and thought about it, and said: "Next to the deer is the deer, and next to the deer is the roe deer." ”

Since then, the name of Lin Yu's prodigy has become even louder.

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Lin Yu stared at a piece of rice paper with the scent of ink as if he was drunk, and the pen in his hand kept gesturing on the table.

Lin He has never been interested in calligraphy, so he quit the study after inviting An.

Until the next morning, Lin Yu was still writing in the study, and the ground was full of grass propaganda that he had copied.

The first time he saw his father so fascinated by a piece of writing, Lin He was very surprised.

Is this copybook so charming? Lin He walked curiously to the desk and stretched out his head to look at the copybook.

That's a good word! Lin He's eyes lit up, the handwriting on the rice paper was Luan Xiang Fengzhu, the iron painting silver hook, like a dragon in the sky, and the end was beautiful!

Lin He picked up the notebook and read silently: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is in Guichou, and at the beginning of late spring, it will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin......"

So familiar...... Lin He frowned, his head suddenly flashed, and he said with a shocked face: "Lan Tingxu!" …… Wang Xizhi's Lanting Collection Preface! ”

Lin Yu, who was copying, raised his head strangely and raised his eyebrows: "How do you know?" ”

Lin He came back to his senses, touched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Dad, isn't it written on it, the Lanting Pavilion of Huiji Shanyin......"

Lin Yu stared at him for a while, and finally didn't ask anything, lowered his head and continued to copy.

Rantei set preface! This is the preface of the Lanting Collection! The first word of the ages! Lin He's eyes were fiery staring at the rice paper, even if he was not good at appreciating calligraphy and painting, he could still clearly feel the broad and profound charm of Chinese calligraphy, which was impressive.

After watching for a long time, Lin He withdrew his gaze that was deeply trapped.

My father had many friends, but he had never been to the house, so Lin He had never met them.

In Lin He's heart, they are just a group of "celebrities" who have a bad career, are conceited, and are difficult to understand the world.

I didn't expect my father's meeting yesterday to have Wang Xizhi!

Since there is Wang Xizhi, there should be another famous figure, Lin He thought to himself.

Compared with Wang Xizhi, Lin He admires this character even more.

Seeing Lin Yu, who had been indulging in copying for a long time and couldn't extricate himself, Lin He finally couldn't help it, he coughed lightly, and asked with anticipation: "Dad, are there a few friends with you who are often together, is there one named Xie An?" ”

Lin Yu frowned and scolded: "Nonsense, how dare you call the elders by their names?" ”

And so it was! And so it was!

After hearing this, Lin He finally knew that the people who "did not do their jobs" with their father all day long were not only the first calligrapher in ancient and modern times-Wang Xizhi, but also one who single-handedly led the trend of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the commander-in-chief of the Battle of Weishui, the helmsman of the Xie clan of Chenjun, and the world-famous Jiangzuo Fengliu - Xie An!

Suddenly, Lin Yu's figure suddenly rose tall in Lin He's heart.

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