Chapter 20: The Ugly Duckling and the Bird

"What are you writing about?"

Xie An saw that Lori was hiding a piece of paper behind her, and couldn't help but run behind her, and glanced at it, and a little sesame paste fell on the rattan paper the size of an inch. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Xizhi reacted slowly, and he was a little embarrassed to see it, so he lowered his head and whispered, "I saw you write last time, and I think it's a little funny to come today." ”

This extra-long reflection arc is really unique to Wang Xizhi.

She thought about it and folded the rattan paper in half and stuffed it into Xie An's hand, "Oh, I'll give it to you, there are no good things to give you on weekdays." ”

Well, if it is a gift from someone else, Xie Anding will slander him, what kind of gift is this, graffiti paper can also be used as a gift? But at the moment, the meaning of this graffiti paper is a gift from Wang Xizhi.

Xie An seemed to understand her thoughts by nature, and put the folded rattan paper into his arms, "This is the first time Ah Su has written in four years?" ”

Wang Xizhi raised his head slightly, his eyes were shining, "Ahri is so smart." ”

Xie An felt that he was really like a child when he was with her more and more, and he forgot to ask why she ignored herself just now, and didn't think that Wang Xizhi would say the reason first.

"Ignore you for fear that people will find out that the tumbler was done by you, and they will laugh at you." Wang Xizhi was a little sad, "I knew that I wouldn't play on the ground." ”

"Anyway, I'm a kid from the country, let them laugh. As for the tumbler, I will make you an acquaintance with wood in the future. Xie An picked up the umbrella on the ground and blocked it above the heads of the two, and Wang Xizhi sat on the seat, looking up at him.

The geese in the goose pond swim around, not afraid of ice and snow at all, the sound of flowing water and ice floes is like a dream bubble, Xie An found for the first time that although this yard is secluded, it is better than elegant, with many plants and trees, and the plain plum blossoms are slippery, and the plum is covered with snow, and the dark fragrance flows.

Wang Xizhi suddenly sighed, "It's good to grow up quickly." ”

Xie An empathized, he was the most urgent person in the world to grow up, after all, he was already a soul in his twenties, but he didn't think that Wang Xi's next sentence was, "In this way, Ahri will be taller than me." ”

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"Ah, are you hurting me?"

"Ahri is dressed up pretty well today." Wang Xizhi looked at him left and right, "It's the appearance of Xiao Langjun of the Shi clan." ”

"Ahem," Xie An rolled his eyes, "Situ Mansion is going to retreat, so we can only meet next spring, right?" Then I'll tell you a story to relieve your boredom. ”

Xie An was talking about "The Ugly Duckling", of course, in the Jin Dynasty, he had to replace the swans in the story with well-known birds, so he thought of Honghu.

The bird's nest knows the ambition of the bird.

Besides, the meaning of the bird, the wild goose, the bird refers to the swan, and in the legend, there is the meaning of the white phoenix, anyway, it is better to use the metaphor of the bird.

"The story I'm going to tell is called 'The Ugly Duckling and the Bird.'" As soon as he said the topic, Wang Xizhi raised his hand and asked, "Is it the duck and the white phoenix that can be eaten?" ”

Can you not eat without three sentences, my eldest lady. Xie An complained inwardly and nodded.

"If it's an ugly duckling in the story, this ugly word is very important. Because it was originally a bird's egg, but it was accidentally born in a flock of ducks, and it looked different from ducks, so the ducks thought it was ugly, did not accept it, pecked it, excluded it, and laughed at it, which made the ugly duckling feel very inferior, and even the rooster next door bullied it, so it had to run away. ”

"On the way to escape, it encountered animals that threatened its life, such as foxes, wolves, wild boars, hunting dogs, etc., but it was able to escape every time, so she thought that because I was ugly, even the hunting dogs did not dare to bite me, and such a duck was really lucky and sad."

Speaking of this, Wang Xizhi burst out laughing, but she immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

I won't say anything if you laugh again, it's not to coax you stupid kid, Xie An reached out and flicked her head.

Since then, this ugly duckling has suffered many hardships, but it has become strong in its heart and no longer obsessed with beauty and ugliness. When it happened to meet a bird flying on the water, it walked to the water's edge because it longed for their posture," Xie An deliberately slowed down his speech, "so he found that the reflection of himself on the water surface turned out to look exactly like the bird, and it had become a beautiful bird after all the hardships!" ”

"So, when Ah Su grows up, he will become a bird! Of course, I'm not saying you're ugly, you know, right? ”

Wang Xizhi's eyes were always bright, as if he was in water, and he didn't speak for a long time after listening to this story, and after thinking for a long time, he snorted, "I understand." ”

Xie An remembered the persimmon he had brought when he left the table before, and hurriedly took it out and put it in Wang Xizhi's hand, "Lord Situ didn't let you enter the table, and I didn't think there were any persimmons to eat, so I stole them." ”

Wang Xi held one in his hand and asked him, "Have you eaten?" ”

Xie An shook his head, "It's all for you, it's better if you put it softer." ”

Wang Xizhi held the persimmon that still had body temperature and smiled lowly.

After chatting for a while, it was completely dark, and Xie An remembered that there was still a matter of the Xiaozhulin Poetry Club, Wang Xizhi took his skirt and said that he wanted to go with him to see it.

Wang Xizhi is also dressed very well today, with a blue skirt and a mouse-gray wind robe, which was dyed with a warm yellow color by the lights along the way, and it can be seen that her mood today has not been affected by the Wen sisters' fault-finding.

During the winter solstice, the earthworm curls up in the deep soil because of the heavy yin qi, so one of the three candidates for the winter solstice is called earthworm knot.

Wang Xizhi carried a lamp while walking in the bamboo forest to look for earthworm knots, and the protruding soil surface may have found a few winter bamboo shoots, but the two of them didn't dare to dig up, but Wang Xizhi heard him talk about what winter bamboo shoots, shrimp dumplings, and Sixi balls were so hungry.

Wang Xizhi said: "It seems that Ahri eats much better than us in the countryside, in fact, the countryside is not bad, my father lives in the countryside, in fact, it is best to live in the mountains in the future, fishing and boating, very quiet." ”

Xie An remembered that in the twilight of history, the Shusheng said that he was sick and resigned and lived in seclusion in Yan County, and he had just returned from Yan County, although now Shusheng has become Lori, but their fates do have such a miraculous overlap in the dark.

Xie An couldn't help teasing her, "I also want to release geese and raise geese in the mountains, maybe they will absorb the aura of heaven and earth and become birds." ”

The Wang family is so big, if you don't look at the road to play, you will go the wrong way.

Fortunately, the night of the winter solstice is brightly lit, and even in the bamboo forest, you can see the hazy light between the sparse leaves.

It would be nice if he grew up a little longer, there should be better scenery outside Jiankang City, and Xie An hadn't even visited Jiankang City, but Wang Xizhi shouldn't have been out much.

With the sound of bamboo leaves blowing and sand and snow falling lightly, they drilled in the bamboo forest for a long time, and finally rubbed into the "small bamboo forest".

But at this time, only Xie Wan and Ji You were left in the small bamboo forest in a daze at the paper.

Only then did Xie An know that the other people's finished works were taken back to the main hall, and after the works came out, they were to be presented to Lord Situ for first inspection, and they had to be evaluated in front of the guests.

Ji You tapped a pen on the top of the bear child Xie Wan's head, "Gu Yuezhi made a poem, and he was just punished by you for being punished with vinegar, and his face was stinky when he left." ”

"How many glasses of vinegar did the punishment drink?" Xie An pulled Xie Wan, the bear child who was making more trouble, aside and asked.

"Third brother, you are really my own brother! These people didn't say anything smooth three times in a row, especially Gu Yuezhi, after I punished him with vinegar, he didn't even have the heart to write poems. ”

Xie An smiled: "You can recite it more than ten times before you can say it smoothly, and now you will give people three chances?" ”

Xie Wan diverted the topic, and when he saw Wang Xizhi hiding behind the third brother, he was extremely surprised, thinking that he had eaten her goose before, he was so frightened that he dragged Ji You, who wrote two lines of poetry, as if he was something, "Ayou, it's better to sit here and think about it while walking back!" ”

Ji You high-fived, "Yes, this inspiration is what I am looking for." ”

The two bear children immediately called the servants, took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and slipped away.

This is good, only Xie An and Wang Xizhi are left.

"Ahri, have you thought about it?" Wang Xizhi saw that his face was determined, so he watched with confidence.

Xie An had already started to pick up the paper and open the pen, and the servant was helping him study the ink.

He knelt on the seat, held the pen and thought for a while, and said to Wang Xizhi: "I can also paint, do you want to see it?" ”

Wang Xizhi nodded of course, "What do you want to paint?" ”

"Of course you can draw what you like." Xie An was an art major before he crossed over, although he was not a major in Chinese painting, but his grandfather liked to collect paintings, he could paint some animals, and there were not many techniques and colors required to paint geese.

In the Jin Dynasty, the paper was not large, just suitable for him to scribble on the corner of the paper, lick the pen with ink, recall the appearance of the goose pond goose, thin lines outline the outline, long neck, round belly and tail, floating on the water.

Wang Xizhi was very happy, "It's really like! ”

He took cinnabar again, poured water into it to adjust the color, and then handed the cinnabar pen dipped in it to Wang Xizhi.

"You come and paint the goose's head red."

Wang Xizhi was also interested, and immediately lay on the case and carefully filled it up.

Xie An then drew a few more geese, Wang Xi filled them with cinnabar one by one, and when the paper was dry, Xie An was already ready to write some poems.

Singing geese.

Two block letters are written on the far right.

There are four points below the ancient bird character, so Xie An deliberately left the last point and handed the pen to Wang Xizhi.

"Ah Sue help me write the last point."

Xie An felt that Wang Xizhi couldn't learn calligraphy, and it must be a psychological obstacle when he saw the calligraphy, and it definitely had nothing to do with talent.

"If I can't write well, your handwriting won't be good."

"If it's not good, it's not good, and it won't be good."

"But this poem will be sent to the main hall for public evaluation."

"Anyway, I'm a child, so if I write badly this time, I'll write it again next time."

The two fought back and forth, and in the end, Wang Xizhi couldn't resist him, muttering, "Ahri is really a weird person." ”

But she still obediently took the pen, and stared at the paper with the geese drawn for a long time, her arm hanging slightly, and it never fell.

As far as Xie An observed, although Wang Xizhi said that he had never touched the pen and ink as outsiders said, as soon as the pen was started, it was an extremely standard gesture, and the distance between the wrist and the case was a piece of paper, and the whole person's spirit was concentrated on the tip of the pen, and the usual empty and dull pupils became deep.

The snow fell quietly on the rooftops, and there was silence all around except for the sound of breathing.

Wang Xizhi finally put pen to paper, and the right side of the point only needs one stroke.

After writing this, she held her breath, and then her lips slowly smiled.

Xie An suddenly believed idealistically that she was a Honghu and a book saint.