Tsing Yi Alley is like a dormant jade dragon, hidden between the hustle and bustle of Hangzhou, the deep tranquility of Bluestone Street is diametrically opposed to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and the blue-green creepers spread across the mottled brick walls. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The morning fog has not yet dissipated, and a red begonia in the courtyard is soaked in the crystal morning dew.

The closed wooden door of the wing room was opened, and the Tsing Yi Alley ushered in a new guest with a master and a servant, who settled in the exquisite small courtyard in the center of the alley, and the moss on the bluestone slab was stepped on. Listening to Steward Liu's words, this alley was originally a remote house, but it was later bought by the wealthy people in Hangzhou as a summer resort or a place for the golden house to hide Jiaojiao, and it gradually began to have a lively life.

At this time, the solar term is quietly approaching Qingming, and it has not yet reached the scorching heat of midsummer, which seems cold and silent.

The oriole rested on the bright red of the most luxuriant branches, shaking and flapping its wings, and the flower shadows on one side of the west chamber were layered on top of each other, extending directly above the courtyard pond. Calm Chen Zhongqing sat on the steps with his coat on, staring at the small mossy pond on one side of the courtyard.

The flowers fell off the branches, and they landed right on the heads of the red carp in the pond.

Zen rhyme has.

Chen Zhongqing didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the corner, he didn't sleep very comfortably last night, the bed here was hard and his back hurt, even if there was a mosquito net to cover him, there was still the buzzing sound of mosquitoes in his ears. So early in the morning he yawned deeply with dark circles under his eyes.

The wooden door creaked and creaked, and the sound was particularly sharp in the silence of the morning. Lao Jia walked in from outside the door, still holding pastries in his hand, and the smell of white porridge just wafted from the kitchen.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

"Hmm."

The brief conversation between the master and servant, Chen Zhongqing dragged out his tone, and the first morning in Hangzhou began in such a calm and uneventful blandness.

After breakfast, I pushed the door and walked out of the courtyard, the fog in the deep alley had gradually dissipated, and there were obvious shoe prints on the dew-soaked bluestone slabs.

Chen Zhongqing is ready to go out to get a good understanding of Hangzhou, the beautiful scenery of West Lake, the sunny days of catkins in April, and even the layout of ten miles and eight lanes, he wants to see.

A literati who hid in the market with the idea of taking refuge finally couldn't be as beautiful as when Bianliang was living, and he found that he couldn't do anything except memorize a few lines of poetry and songs in his head, and some ideas that didn't conform to this era.

The four bodies are not diligent and the five grains are not divided, and they are useless scholars.

There is a tea shop at the entrance of the alley, which is sparsely populated early in the morning, and only the shopkeeper sits on the side and takes a nap.

Chen Zhongqing's sudden appearance woke up the shopkeeper who was in a sweet dream, and he hurriedly stood up and came over to greet the first customer of the day.

"Cut a pot of dragon wells."

"Okay."

The second child of the Qinkuai store hurriedly handed over the boiled tea.

The sound of horse-drawn carriages turning sounded in the alleys of Tsing Yi, and a tall shadow slowly emerged from the fog of the deep alleys, accompanied by the sound of the horseman whipping. When he walked in front of Chen Zhongqing, he saw clearly that this was a vermilion luxury carriage, the sound of the carriage beating on the crystal jade like a drizzle, and the marks of an elegant carriage passed on the ground.

The carriage was covered in fine silk on all sides, and the intricately carved windows were obscured by a curtain of pale blue crepe, so that pedestrians outside the carriage could not find out about the passengers in such a way, and could only secretly guess which nobleman was the Marquis of Zhu Zi inside.

The carriage stopped in front of the tea shop. The groom carefully lifted the curtain and stepped down from the car A middle-aged man, his dress was not as luxurious as Chen Zhongqing imagined, a simple green shirt, a piece of peiyu tied around his waist at will, there was a sense of freedom between his eyebrows and eyes, and the looming smile seemed to dispel the fog a little.

He walked into the tea shop, and when he saw Chen Zhongqing, he froze, walked to the opposite side of his table and said respectfully, "This little friend, can I sit down here?" ”

Chen Zhongqing frowned, not knowing what he was going to do.

The middle-aged man explained, "That's the case, this position is usually where I sit idly, and I'm not used to sitting in other positions, I wonder if Xiaoyou is willing to sit at the same table?" ”

Chen Zhongqing nodded.

The middle-aged man pulled out a chair under the table, also ordered a pot of Longjing, and asked politely, "I don't know what Xiaoyou is called?" ”

"Under the surname Chen, Chen Yong, the word Zhongqing."

The middle-aged man's expression softened slightly, and he said, "Heh, Zhongqing Xiaoyou, I live in Tsing Yi Alley, and I don't seem to have seen you before, you just moved here?" Listening to your accent, it doesn't look like a local, right? ”

Chen Zhongqing also politely replied to him, "I came from Bianliang and lived in Hangzhou for a year or two." ”

"I see, but it is rare to see the descendants from Bianliang settle in Hangzhou, and most of them also come to the West Lake to enjoy the scenery of the tide of Qiantang. Haha, no matter how good the scenery is, it can't catch up with Bianliang's fame and fortune. ”

Perhaps it was the rare fog in this deep alley that aroused his interest, and the middle-aged man said to himself with emotion, "This fog is thick, but it's a pity that there are no literati and scholars to play Yaxing and inscribe a poem." ”

"yes."

Chen Zhongqing raised his head, the fog was gradually dissipating, but he still couldn't see the road ahead of the deep alley, just like the future of the Chen family, which was unpredictable and difficult to guess.

"The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. There is nowhere to be found. It seems that this thick fog will not disperse for a while. ”

Chen Zhongqing read self-deprecatingly, and used Qin Guan's frustrated situation to sigh at his current situation, like a melancholy literati who was demoted and depressed back then.

A pun intended.

"The fog is lost in the building, the moon is lost in Jindu, and the peach source is nowhere to be found?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, chewing on the meaning of these two sentences repeatedly, the more he thought about it, the more interesting he felt, and then raised his head and said to Chen Zhongqing in front of him, "Little friend Zhongqing, with all due respect, I want to ask if these two sentences are remnants of a clever hand, or one of the good verses that have been brewed?" Looking at the rhyme, it seems to be the first sentence of the name of the 58-character Xiaoling Tasha Xing word card? ”

Chen Zhongqing took the cup and put it down again, he showed a look of surprise, the middle-aged man's words shocked him, they all said that the ancients had brought poetry to the point of refinement, and guessed the words with rhyme, and it was really not deceiving.

In the end, he could only answer honestly, "It is indeed a psalm that has been brewed." ”

"Can you tell me about the whole poem?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and even the action of pouring tea stopped, hoping that Chen Zhongqing would continue to speak with anticipation on his face. He felt that although the meaning of the word was pessimistic, it was a good sentence.

There are many literati in Hangzhou, but there are very few who can blurt out.

"The fog is lost, the moon is lost, and the peach source is nowhere to be found. It can be closed in the lonely hall in the cold spring, and the sun is twilight in the sound of the cuckoo. ”

The silence of the Ten Thousand Sounds was broken at this moment, the orioles on the branches were startled, the dew on the branches was shaken off, and a fine rain fell on the small pond in the courtyard.

"Post plum blossoms, fish pass on rulers, build this hatred without repetition. Chenjiang is fortunate to go around Chenshan, for whom to shed Xiaoxiang. ”

The word is finished.

The voice is relative.

Chen Zhongqing finished reading Qin Guan's "Tasha Xing Chenzhou Hostel" in one go.

The morning was shrouded in a quiet atmosphere, and the dew of Tsing Yi Alley wet the shoes of both the old and the young.

The middle-aged man seemed to be immersed in the previous poetic realm, and it was not until Chen Zhongqing finished reading it that he suddenly came back to his senses and exclaimed, "Good words, really good words." ”

The middle-aged man took the chopsticks, beat the chopsticks according to the rhythm, reshaped the whole poem in his mind, and said to himself, "This word is virtual and real, and it is mutually beneficial." The upper and lower rung are real with the virtual, and the lower rung turns the real into the virtual, and the upper and lower knots are wonderful. It can be closed in the lonely hall in the cold spring, and the sun is twilight in the sound of the cuckoo. Well...... Interesting and interesting, it sounds like there is a sad cry, could it be that Chen Gongzi has something unfair in his heart? ”

Chen Zhongqing smiled and did not speak. Although he was not sure who the person in front of him was, he looked forty or fifty years old, and he talked about a stranger with an elegant family background, and he was not sure that he had any inextricable connection with Bianliang.

He can't reveal his identity here.

He believes that the brain replenishment ability of the ancients is far more powerful than he imagined. A song of Tasha leads him to guess in the wrong direction, so as to hide his true identity.

Chen Zhongqing's silent attitude made him misunderstand some of the situation, and the people who lived here more or less carried some ulterior secrets, especially with his Bianliang accent. Thinking of the previous palace coup, the middle-aged man mistakenly thought that he was a family member who had been killed in the political struggle in the palace coup.

The brain hole is even bigger than Chen Zhongqing imagined.

In this way, the cold spring of the lonely hall can be closed, and the frustration and sadness of the twilight in the sound of the cuckoo can be explained clearly.

"Hehe, you don't have to speak, there are some things you and I can know."

He was originally a Confucian scholar who supported the civil official group, and he also had deep sympathy for Chen Zhongqing's "fabricated" identity, "I have time another day, and I hope that the prince will come to the humble house and communicate more with the contemptible people." I live in Tsing Yi Lane, and the house number picks up the second house. ”

Chen Zhongqing paused for a moment, but he didn't expect this person to live next door to him, just when the middle-aged man was about to get up and leave, Chen Zhongqing stopped him behind his back, "Mr. Unknown's surname?" ”

The middle-aged man slapped his head and suddenly remembered, "Look at my memory, Zhang Xun." ”

The two short and powerful words echoed in the thick dampness, leaving an echo before returning to silence.

Chen Zhongqing secretly remembered this name, and at this time he didn't know how heavy the four words Zhang Xun said about visiting the Humble House had a lot of weight in Hangzhou.

The loggerhead carp in the water rolled over the tip of its tail and dived back into the pond.