Jiangnan recalls, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for Guizi in the middle of the month in the mountain temple, the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide. When will I visit again.

The city of Hangzhou at this time is a group of "a few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud", even the spring breeze has the breath of spring mud and spring flowers, smelling people's warm and comfortable body, the so-called wind and sunshine, but so.

After the early morning, the shadow of the sun was slanting, and smoke began to rise in someone's yard.

The smoke is also lazy, from the beginning of the thin strips, slowly become more and more layered, more and more smoke and dust, and finally dyed in the morning glow with a faint color, and like the fairy dust in the mountains and rivers, in this spring breeze sprinkled and blown away.

The smoke of the cooking house blew down the steep eaves, and with the aroma of wheat from the morning meal, provoked children in open crotch pants to sit on the millstone and stare at it.

The smoke of the cooking stove drifted with the wind, diffusing over the vast and lively city of Hangzhou, and was dragged by the hustle and bustle, and finally was blown together by the wind. In the end, it either turned into Bai Chen on the surface of the West Lake, or turned into the frost on the dressing mirror of the girls in the fireworks alley, or just turned into a piece of dust in the downtown area, and together with the spring color, it turned into a little tears.

The spring sun warmly basks in the exquisite changes of the streets and alleys of Hangzhou, and also basks in the bustle of this market.

From the shop of Lu's calligraphy and painting shop, you can faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the main street of the West Market. If you listen closely, you can vaguely hear the sounds mixed in, which are the shouts of baked cakes and candied dishes, and the sound of children pestering adults and crying.

It's just that these sounds seem to be separated by a layer of something, falling into the ears in a trance, as if they have heard it, but they can't really hear it, just cold and loud again and again. If you have nothing to do, I am afraid that you can listen to it like this, and it is mixed with the daily morning bell and dusk drum, which is enough for the rest of your life.

This is called leisure.

Listening to the bell by the waterside for 70 years, Mr. Wen Duan listened to the faint noise and noise outside, guessing whether the bell that is now in his ears is really the morning bell and dusk drum, or the old man's own tinnitus, for a while, he couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

The slanting sunlight poured in from outside the door, fell on the soft straw mats, and spread forward at a slow pace.

The change of light and shadow is often the most fascinating.

The tip of the sun is a small case, the material of red willow wood, simple, without too much carving and woodcarving, a little clumsy and simple.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, people began to get used to tables and chairs, and to this day, there are still literati who like this kind of couch mat and incense case that were only used in the Han Dynasty, Wei and Jin Dynasties, and feel that they are elegant and full of antiquity. Mr. Wen Duan also likes this kind of taste, so in his own store, he also relies on such a small compartment, and occasionally Yake comes to the door, and he can also push the cup and change the lamp, and the elegance is deep.

It's just that such a guest is hard to find. This small world, separated by four screens, has more of a role, and it is still a place for Mr. Wen Duan and Chu Feng to chat and drink quietly.

The spring breeze knocks on the window like a passerby, in the end it is too hurried.

"Cough ......" Zhou Fushi covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mr. Wen Duan came back to his senses and looked at the three people opposite with a smile, "I'm old, I'm useless, and I'm always distracted at every turn, so don't be surprised." ”

"Where, where." Lord Zhizhou smiled, "It's a rude for us to be juniors, and we should come back after the ceremony." I heard that little servant say before, it seems to have delayed Mr. Lu's sleep? It really shouldn't be. ”

"Servant?" Mr. Wen Duan was slightly stunned, and immediately understood who they were talking about, so he smiled, "What you are talking about is Chu Feng, right?" That kid is the old man's apprentice. With that, he called out to the inner courtyard, "Chu Lang, come and greet the two adults." ”

Zhou Fushi listened to it on the side, and his eyelids jumped suddenly.

"It's really rude to be so old that you have forgotten such things." Mr. Wen Duan said with a smile, "The Liu Zhengqing you mentioned before, that is, Yiming, is a friend of mine. Coming and going occasionally also saves my apprentice from being young, and he can only face me as an old man all day long, and he is unwilling. ”

Hearing this, Chu Feng lifted the curtain and came out, approached, and called "sir".

Mr. Wen Duan didn't get up, but only stretched out his hand to introduce: "This is Lord Zhizhou of Hangzhou Mansion." ”

"Lord Zhizhou is hard." Chu Feng bowed down and saluted.

"This is Lord Judge."

"Lord Tongju, I've been looking up for a long time." Chu Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he was generous and polite when he walked, and he did not have the nervousness and helplessness of ordinary people in the market when they saw officials.

These two adults called Mr. Wen Duan a senior, and at this time, he and Chu Feng were the same generation. It's just that after all, Chu Feng is white, and he doesn't have any official position, and the two adults always have some official authority, so they just owe it and return the salute with a smile.

"This ......" Mr. Wen Duan pointed to Zhou Fu Shi again, and paused slightly, "Haven't asked for advice yet?" ”

"Ahh In Jing'an next week, the words are clear, Mr. Lu called me Jing'an. "Zhou Fu's stomach is uncomfortable, and at this time, he is also at the mercy of his face.

He was still secretly planning in his heart, how to find an opportunity to clean up this "little servant" who didn't know the height of the sky. But this "little servant" turned around and turned into Mr. Wenduan's tall feet! Where is this character whom he dares to offend easily?

The original anger had nowhere to vent, and it was obviously conceived and ready to go, but at this time, it was strangled to death in the stomach. This feeling of not being up or down is really uncomfortable.

"It turned out to be a matter of the Zhou government, fortunately." Chu Feng still bowed and saluted, but his identity was there, and this time he didn't slam to the ground like the two adults did the previous two times.

It's not that Chu Feng looks at people with power, it's just that the etiquette is like this, and the identities are different, so naturally they can't treat each other with the same courtesy, otherwise it will be a real rudeness.

"Don't dare, don't dare." After all, Zhou Fushi is a person who has been immersed in officialdom for a long time, although he is very unhappy in his heart, he is still smiling with a spring breeze on his face at this time, and he also bowed slightly to Chu Feng in return, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wenduan's tall feet, it must be incomparable to ordinary people, but did you apply for the imperial examination?" ”

"The kid doesn't read much, and he's just reckless in his belly, so he doesn't dare to respond." Chu Feng couldn't feel the faint sense of confrontation in Zhou Fushi, after all, he was also the person concerned in the previous matter.

"Oh?" Zhou Fu's heart moved, thinking that he had found a way to play a secret gun, so he put on a look of persuasion, and said seriously, "Young people still have to focus on schoolwork, and the way of the imperial examination is the right way." Listening to Chu Lang's accent, it seems to be a northerner? The land south of the Yangtze River is indeed prosperous and charming, and it is very tempting for young people, but we must never forget that our heart is. ”

Chu Feng smiled slightly when he heard this, and said: "Chu Feng is indeed not good at reading, even if he really participates in the imperial examination, it will only increase the laughing stock." Moreover, 'the warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and Hangzhou is Bianzhou', now is such a good season in the world, and the kid is in such a wind and flow realm, where dare to easily live up to the good Shaoguang. ”

"Straight Hangzhou as Bianzhou", this poem was originally ironic. It's just that now it's still the Northern Song Dynasty, and there is no shame of Jingkang, and the city of Hangzhou has not changed its name to "Lin'an". So now it sounds like this has become a compliment to Hangzhou. A prefecture can be compared with the capital city at the foot of the Son of Heaven, of course, it is undoubtedly praised.

Chu Feng just thought about it casually and said it, after all, this poem was a sentence that almost everyone in later generations could recite. But when these words fell on the ears of the people opposite, they were very different.

The quality of the poem itself is one thing, but more importantly, it is about the meaning in it.

Comparing Hangzhou City with Bianliang in Kyoto, and even concluding that there is no difference between the two, this is not only a compliment to the officials of Hangzhou City, but almost to the heavens, which parent official would be unhappy?

What's more, this sycophant shot is not only comfortable, but even extremely elegant. The two adults, Zhizhou and Tongju, were almost surprised, and then glanced at each other, and they both saw the meaning of self-esteem and approval in each other's eyes.

is also an official, where can Zhou Fushi not hear this silent sycophant slap like a long drought and rain, and his face is a little bad at the moment, and he sighs in his heart.

"It is worthy of being Mr. Lu's high apprentice, and the export is a chapter!" The judge smiled and said, "'The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and Hangzhou is Bianzhou', a good sentence, a good sentence!" I just wonder if there is a whole poem to look at? ”

Mr. Wen Duan had already seen some careful thoughts about the affairs of the Zhou Mansion, and at this time, he was adhering to the intention of finding some way out for Chu Feng, and said along the river: "Chu Lang, since a few adults asked, you can write the whole poem." The two adults are also famous calligraphers, and you also let the adults give you some pointers. ”

"It turns out that Chu Langjun is not only literary and fluent, but also quite good at calligraphy?" Lord Zhizhou smiled, "Mr. Lu is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger here!" is such a young talent, how can Mr. Lu still hide it when he is alive? If I had known that there was such a young man by the old gentleman's side, I would have been called to the palace to take up a post, where would I let him not contribute to the court! ”

This is still a favor, not nepotism, but there are some things in the government that, to put it bluntly, can be done by individuals. If you have to find someone to do it, why not do it as a favor, it can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Lord Zhizhou is naturally a figure who is quite good at this, and at this time, Kan Kan said that he had a bit of surprise on his face, which is of course also related to this Chu Feng's not deliberate sycophant.

As for the calligraphy or something, the two adults naturally didn't think that he Chu Feng could really show anything, but since it was deliberately said by Mr. Wen Duan, it was just a shallow praise and a few sentences for a while.

These are all things on the official side, and the people present, except for Chu Feng, have already done it very well, and it has become something that has been integrated into their bones.

Chu Feng's calligraphy...... The other three people all subconsciously thought, a young man is just a little-known, what kind of calligraphy can he have?