In the time of June in the early years of Xuanhe, for half a month, the entire city of Hangzhou was almost shrouded in a gray tone.

This gray color has nothing to do with the haze, but is simply gloomy, and the continuous rainy season that seems to never stop falling like this, makes people's hearts shrouded in a faint sorrow.

This kind of sorrow may not be too difficult to endure in the courtyard alone, but if you push the door and walk onto the street, looking at the more and more refugees and disaster victims gathered in the market, the gloom in your heart will become a little deeper.

The sound of rain may seem beautiful at first glance, even pleasant to the ear and clear to the heart. But if you don't stop for half a month, this kind of entanglement that is too lingering will become a kind of irritating thing.

This auditory irritability is mixed with the sadness in front of you, and in the air of this rainy season, you can smell the smell of decay on the tip of your nose.

Chu Feng walked on the street with an umbrella, passing by a fleeing mother with a child in her arms, half-squatting down, and putting down a few copper coins.

The mother was already asleep with the child in her arms, but at this time, because of the slight sound of the copper coin, her eyes widened, and she looked at the money that Chu Feng had put down in disbelief.

Chu Feng smiled very lightly and got up to leave.

The plain robes and umbrellas were quickly covered by layers of rain curtains, and they could no longer be seen clearly.

The scrawny mother hurriedly stuffed the copper coins into her arms, and such an action naturally woke up the baby in her arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry, be good."

The mother coaxed the child, undressed the child, and stuffed the **** into the baby's mouth, which effectively organized the baby's outburst.

But this stop is often short-lived, because the mother lacks nutrients and her milk is already running out. She can only use the rice porridge from the yamen to feed the children and feed their mother and son. But in the past few days, the rice porridge has become thinner and thinner.

Looking up at the sky, the sun emitted a faint hint of gold in the gray clouds. The mother guessed the approximate time in her heart, got up with the child in her arms, and walked to the south of the diagonal bridge in Yuhangmen, where She Congee was located.

It's a bit of a distance from here, but she still insists on finding a roof here in the West Market every day to shelter from the rain. Of course, she doesn't want to walk too much to consume her physical strength, but these two cities are definitely the most able places in Hangzhou to ask for money.

A little worried about a few scattered coppers in her arms, she reached out and touched them carefully as if she was in her arms, and counted them secretly and with inner expectation...... Thirteen, I can buy three pancakes.

There was a hint of sweetness in her heart.

I didn't have time to thank the person who gave the money in person, really, really shouldn't be.

Buddha blesses, may he be rich and prosperous in the future, and live a long life!

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Chu Feng's gaze passed through the pedestrians and landed on the two beautifully carved stone lions in front of the gate of Fan's calligraphy and painting shop.

No matter how many refugees there are, the business that should be done must always be the same. The acquaintances at the door are still inviting people inside, and their smiles are still the same, but they can see that the business here is indeed a lot lighter.

This is also the old practice of the painting and calligraphy shop, and every time around the rainy season, each family's business has to be somewhat corrected.

First, there was a lot of rain, and many people were reluctant to go out. Second, it will become extremely inconvenient to take the calligraphy and painting back and forth.

There are also people who deliberately take their own calligraphy and painting to a trustworthy calligraphy and painting store before the rainy season. After all, the damp and gloomy of this season is really not conducive to the preservation of calligraphy and painting, if you don't pay attention to it, there will be mildew, if it is an ordinary calligraphy and painting, in case it is the heirloom of the famous family dyed with mildew, this is probably a distressing thing.

Fortunately, each calligraphy and painting shop has its own know-how to preserve calligraphy and painting, ventilated room layout, air dry and humid conditioning, silk cloth, paper and various materials, they are all professional, but also able to ensure quality.

Therefore, the preservation fee may be expensive, but the person who really collects the famous calligraphy and painting will generally not be stingy because of this.

During the rainy season, I earned some money to preserve calligraphy and paintings, which has also become an old rule in the industry. Therefore, the temporary light business will not affect much.

"Chu Langjun is here? Come in, come in! ”

The little acquaintance at the door had sharp eyes, saw Chu Feng from a distance, and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Xixi arrived more than an hour earlier, presumably he had already finished the lecture at this time." Chu Langjun came just in time. ”

After the township exam, Liu Zhengqing not only reviewed and prepared for the upcoming government exam, but also came to Fan's house to continue to be Mr. Xixi.

This is not completely to make a living, Liu Zhengqing found that although the little lady of the Fan family is not very old, she has her own opinions on books and things, and there are some things that will make Liu Zhengqing stunned. Therefore, after teaching in the past few months, Liu Zhengqing feels that he has some additional understanding and cognition of some things on the Four Books and Five Classics. Not only did he make money, but he also learned some things along the way, which is indeed a good thing that is difficult to find, and Liu Zhengqing will naturally not give up easily.

What's more, in addition to this, Liu Zhengqing can also take the opportunity to learn some other things......

Chu Feng entered the door with a smile with the intellectuals at the door, and saw Fan Qiuming who was directing people to hang plaques in the main hall.

"Shopkeeper Fan is so interested, do you want to clean up the calligraphy and painting shop again?" Chu Feng stepped forward and talked with a smile.

Fan Qiuming's attitude towards Chu Feng...... It's not good to say that it's good, after all, there is something in my heart. But if it's bad, it's really not a teacher, it's the Danqing teacher recognized by his sister, and it's almost the same as Liu Zhengqing's identity, so he can be regarded as a Xixi who doesn't need to spend money to hire. Coupled with the relationship between Chu Feng and Mr. Wen Duan, a shrewd businessman like Fan Qiuming naturally would not have any conflict with him face-to-face.

It's just that there are some uncomfortable things in his heart, Fan Qiuming listened to Chu Feng's words at this time, glanced back at him, nodded, and replied: "Take advantage of the few guests at this time, clean up these perennial plaques, calligraphy and paintings, etc." ”

Fan Qiuming inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chu Feng's slightly wet right cuff, and frowned slightly: "Brother Chu, is this giving money to the beggar again?" ”

Chu Feng nodded and smiled: "Brother Fan's eyes are like torches. ”

"Why bother." Fan Qiuming retracted his gaze and said lightly, "There are too many poor people, even if you have a lot of money, you can't help them." Brother Chu may not know very well, but here in the south of the Yangtze River, every rainy season, almost every year, it will suffer from floods. Before the Su Causeway was built, how many times was the city of Hangzhou overflowed...... It's too common for ordinary people to do anything. Even if we ordinary people donate more things, compared with the imperial court, it will be a drop in the bucket after all. ”

Many people will have this kind of thought, both now and in the modern society thousands of years from now. After all, what they said was not something completely unreasonable, so although Chu Feng did not agree, he would not refute it.

Chu Feng only smiled slightly when he heard this, and said, "It's not to give money to help anything, after all, the money is too small, and the role it can play is indeed limited." To be honest, giving them money is just for their own peace of mind. ”

This rhetoric...... This is the first time Fan Qiuming has heard of it. He was slightly stunned, and glanced at Chu Feng curiously, not knowing what to say.

"Shopkeeper Fan is busy, I'll go to the back first." Chu Feng smiled and bowed his hand to him and left.

Enter the inner courtyard from the corner gate, bypass the entrance porch of the shadow wall, go across the courtyard to the east, and then walk into the door of two peach trees, which is the study of Fan's mansion.

Chu Feng had been here many times, and the Zhike helped to bow inside, and then retreated.

Liu Zhengqing heard the voice and went out to pick it up, saw Chu Feng from a distance, and laughed: "You have just grasped the right moment at this time, we just finished talking about Mencius? Leave Louxia", after drinking tea, you are here. ”

Chu Feng stepped forward with a smile, and just as Fan Qiubai also got up to greet him, after seeing him, he bowed his head slightly ashamedly: "Chu Langjun is well." ”

"Mrs. Fan is fine." Chu Feng returned the salute with a smile and bowed.

Liu Zhengqing smiled and looked at the two of them with a pair of thief eyes, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts he had planted.

"Hello Chu Langjun! The ink here has just been polished, shall we start now, or should we take a break? ”

Feibai, who was combing two bags of buns, opened his eyes wide at this time, and jumped out briskly, like a dragonfly water, his eyes bent into crescents.

"Feibai, don't be ignorant, Chu Langjun has just arrived, so he always has to take a break. Don't go and serve tea yet. Fan Qiubai snorted lightly.

"Oh! Oh! Feibai was stunned, and hurriedly ran to serve tea.

A few people took their seats, and Chu Feng said with a smile: "I always thought that the Jiangnan garden was tortuous and tasteful, especially the corridor spread in all directions, and I always felt that it was for the artistic conception of the literati." Now that I have experienced the rainy season here, I realize that this corridor is so useful. Otherwise, everyone who goes back and forth in their own homes has to hold an umbrella, and it will feel uncomfortable to think about it. ”

"Yes, there won't be so many corridors lingering on the side of Bianliang, after all, there will be a lot less rain." When Fan Qiubai and Chu Feng were talking and laughing, there was always a trace of shame on their faces, which was very moving, "My brother said that there was too much rain in Jiangzuo this year, so I will go north and return to Beijing in a few days." Chu Langjun is also going to Bianliang City to prepare for the exam of the painting academy, right? We chartered a boat to go north, and Chu Langjun could come with us if he didn't mind. ”

This parting was said a little suddenly, which made Chu Feng and Liu Zhengqing slightly stunned.

"How many days will you leave? In such a hurry? Liu Zhengqing was puzzled, "I grew up in Hangzhou, I don't know how many times I have seen floods, this year's situation is much better than in previous years, if it is because of fear and worry, in my opinion, it is not necessary." This is also strange, Fan Qiuming's guy has lived in Hangzhou City for a long time, is it possible that he will be frightened by such a little rain? ”

Before Fan Qiubai could explain, his face was already flushed.

"If it were a normal year, my lady would have returned to Beijing by this time!" Feibai came over with tea at this time, and said with a grin, "Generally speaking, my lady only lives here in Hangzhou for one spring, and she will go back when the weather in Bianjing warms up." But this time, there is Mr. Xixi and Chu Langjun, and my lady has been delayed here for a few more months. My housewife has already written many times, and if the lady does not go back, the housewife is afraid that she will take the initiative to kill her and come to see her precious daughter. ”

"Flying White!" Seeing that Feibai, the little girl, was getting more and more unspeakable, Fan Qiubai couldn't help but stomp her feet and glanced at her in disgust.

Feibai grinned and quickly stopped talking, covering his mouth with both hands, but he couldn't hold back the giggles coming from between his fingers.

"I see." Liu Zhengqing nodded, had some calculations in his heart, and glanced at Chu Feng with a mocking look in his eyes.

Chu Feng didn't hear what it meant, and only nodded at this time: "Parents are here, don't travel far, there must be a way to swim." Since there are relatives to worry about, it is indeed better for Fan Niangzi to return earlier. As for when I myself went north...... I'm afraid I have to go back and discuss with my husband and teacher, but I can't answer Mrs. Fan for a while. ”

"That's right." Fan Qiubai looked a little disappointed, and said busily, "It's okay, there are still a few days of work, Chu Langjun will go back to discuss and discuss, and he is not in a hurry to reply, anyway, it is just a ride, it is a trivial matter." It's just that I thought that although the exam of the painting academy in Kyoto is probably not a big deal for a talent like Chu Langjun, I have to prepare for it. If you go there early, you can be considered to be close to the water. That's it...... If Mr. Fan and Mr. Cheng Yuan go together, they can live in our house, and if such a person comes to the door, Jia Yan Jiaci will definitely sweep the couch to welcome each other and consciously shine. ”

As if he was afraid of losing when, Fan Qiubai said these words quickly, leaving a little bit of expectation in his heart.

"How dare you be too bothered?" Chu Feng said with a smile, "But Fan Niangzi is so enthusiastic, Chu Feng will definitely convey it one by one." ”

When Fan Qiubai heard the word "enthusiastic", his face turned red again, and he responded with a voice as loud as a mosquito.

If there is a gain or a loss, there will be a gain and a loss.

Fan Qiubai's mood is like the rise and fall of the tide in Qiantang, turning and changing, and it is difficult to be quiet.

Since they really met that day, Fan Qiubai felt that he had been living under such an uncalm mind.

There were so many things on her mind...... Will Chu Feng mind the embarrassment when they first met? He spilled tea in a panic that day, would he feel stupid? Today's hair is a little messy, will he feel that he doesn't look good?

Too many questions began to haunt her heart, making her sad and happy, sour and sweet.

In the early days, Fan Qiubai didn't figure out what happened to him.

Even if you occasionally pass by and hear your brother talking about Chu Feng...... No! Even if she was just talking about Lu's calligraphy and painting shop, or even Mr. Lu and Mr. Cheng Yuan, as long as it was the slightest bit related to Chu Feng, she couldn't help but listen attentively.

Every time she finished painting a painting, she immediately wanted to show Chu Feng and evaluate it, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that her paintings were not good here or there, but after a little time passed, she felt that her paintings were useless.

Such contradictions and struggles have appeared again and again in Fan Qiubai's life.

For a while, she became a little dazed, not knowing what was going on in her, why she was so nervous and contradictory, and couldn't extricate herself.

I knew that one day, Feibai hummed a minor tune softly.

It was a song by Yi'an Jushi "Minus the Word Magnolia".

Sell flowers on the shoulder, buy a branch of spring ready to bloom. The tears are lightly stained evenly, still with the traces of dawn and dew.

I'm afraid Lang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The cloud sideburns are oblique hairpins, and the disciples want to teach Lang to compare and see.

A few simple words, but like a soft heartfelt fist, I saw that the root of everything unfolded in front of Fan Qiubai.

Her face turned red, her heart beat like a drum, and no matter what, she couldn't settle down anymore.

That's it...... I can't complain that I have to look forward to the future, and suffer from gains and losses.

The root of everything is nothing more than this sentence "I'm afraid that Lang will guess, slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles".

The girl is pregnant with spring, and the thoughts in the boudoir are ...... Fan Qiubai had heard this story in the teahouse and play, who would have thought that now, it would happen to him......

She hoped that Chu Feng would know her thoughts, and at the same time she was afraid that he would know.

Fan Qiubai was distraught.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do.

The mother urged her to return to Beijing as soon as possible, and came one after another, and this urging of the heart of the fist was more powerful than "Mo Shanghua slowly returns", I don't know how many times more powerful!

But she didn't want to leave, and the favor was only because every two days, she could see Chu Feng.

"Fan Niangzi's penmanship has improved again, especially the flowers and birds, which are much better than me."

Chu Feng carefully looked at the picture scroll in front of him and admired it sincerely.

"How can it be, Chu Langjun is really too famous." Fan Qiu's face was white, because of his praise, his heart was warm.

"What I said is true, in terms of flowers and birds, I am not as good as Fan Niangzi, and I don't dare to teach indiscriminately." Chu Feng looked at another painting on the table again, and said sincerely, "It's this sketch of smoke and clouds, I will casually say some of my own opinions, and Fan Niangzi will also listen to it casually, just take it as a joke." ”

"Where, Chu Langjun's advice is word by word, even my brother said that my pen power on the landscape has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months!" Fan Qiubai's eyes were bright, as if the sky was full of starlight.

"The clouds and smoke here are still instructed to me by Mr. Cheng Yuan, and I can't use the side forward, but the center to draw. I'll show you...... That's it, but the ink color here must be paid attention to, basically between light ink and extremely light, too thick will lose the aura, too light will lose the wind bones. ”

"I see! No wonder I always felt that something was wrong here...... Oh yes! It's a lot better to use a pen like this! I know, then this place is actually similar, although one is a mountain and the other is a cloud, but the brushwork is the same, but the ink color is different, right? ”

Chu Feng smiled and admired: "The so-called bypass and draw inferences from one case to another, what we are talking about is a character like Fan Niangzi." ”

When Fan Qiubai heard this, his face turned crimson again.

In the past few months, Chu Feng has lived such a life.

Practicing calligraphy, learning painting, compiling and carving, I went to Mr. Cheng Yuan for advice from time to time, and occasionally came to Fan Qiubai to study together.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to his student days thousands of years later, and a familiar and unfamiliar feeling filled his heart.

"By the way, Chu Langjun," Fan Qiubai thought of something, and asked curiously, "Have you ever seen my ancestor's "Linliu Sitting Alone?" Chu Langjun, the taste of your pen is very similar to "Sitting Alone in the Stream", but this painting has almost never been passed on, so it is really strange to have such a coincidence. ”