In the early morning of the second day after the imperial examination, the spring rain fell on the city of Hangzhou.

The rain is as light as mist, and even if it falls on people's skin, it does not feel heavy, but it is like a twilight, gently raised, and sprinkled there at will.

Such a drizzle falls on the eaves, and it takes a long time to condense into a formed droplet.

Early this morning, when the entire Chengxi City of Hangzhou was still quiet, there was such a drop of water, which fell silently from the eaves, startling a flying swallow in the shack next to it, and also on an oil-paper umbrella, making an almost imperceptible snapping sound.

This oil paper umbrella comes from the handwriting of the famous store in Hangzhou, which outlines the pattern of the begonia, and I don't know what secret method is used to get rid of it, no matter how majestic the rain is, the pattern on the surface of the oil paper umbrella will not melt.

Such an umbrella is elegant and tight, but also precious and tight. Girls from ordinary families are out of reach, even if they are the daughters of official eunuchs, they will inevitably have to make up their minds before they really buy them back.

But there are three such umbrellas all of a sudden.

The young maid supported her left hand and held the corner of her skirt in her right hand, and jumped lightly over the puddle accumulated in the depression of the bluestone slab and jumped under the eaves.

A drop of condensed water fell from the eaves and snapped.

At this time, the little girl with a double-ring bun also knocked on the door.

The door opened, thinking that the people inside had already gotten the news, so they waited at the door early.

The little maid greeted her with a smile, turned sideways, and looked back at her master.

There were also two oil-paper umbrellas of unsettling preciousness, and the little maid's owner himself held one up. At this time, I probably felt that the rain was too light, so I stretched out my hand to feel the outside of the umbrella, so I decided something, closed the umbrella above my head, and handed it to the person next to me.

When the umbrella is closed, the face under the umbrella is revealed.

It's a face that no matter what kind of beautiful words are used to describe it, it will not feel excessive. All the beauty and touching were absorbed by her, and then washed and fused by her soul, which slowly achieved a face that was almost impossible to see.

It's not just her looks, it's her posture. Although it is just such a simple stop, in such a misty spring rain, the figure wearing a pale blue color is like a washed ink painting, light and red, but beautiful and moving.

She is the kind of beauty that almost every man will have in his heart. Maybe it's out of reach, maybe it's not dazzling enough, and it's even a little ethereal. But such a figure will always be engraved in a corner of my heart, a shadow that will never be forgotten for ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime.

Shallow, but unforgettable.

Such a girl casually took away the expensive oil-paper umbrella, and the people next to her were naturally startled by her actions, and the maid next to her hurriedly moved the umbrella in her hand to the top of the girl's head.

Some thin and dense sounds came out through the curtain of the drizzle, and they were all sporadic words such as "rain cold" and "pay attention to the body".

The girl obviously didn't care, and didn't look at the umbrella overhead, and walked straight to the courtyard gate.

Several people behind him were immediately thrown down, and they couldn't help but be shocked again, and hurriedly followed.

Collecting the umbrella, admitting to the hospital, saying hello, and warming, but after a moment's effort, the courtyard door of the alley was closed again.

The rain sprinkled lightly on the red courtyard gate, and also flowed on the large bluestone slabs.

The white walls and tiles are bluestone slabs, and the blue shadow and red makeup rain are silent.

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"Why is your hair wet? Don't have an umbrella? ”

"My sister knows that I don't like umbrellas, let alone just this little drizzle."

"The umbrella of the splendid workshop, it is hard to find a hundred gold on weekdays, but you are not even rare."

"I have nothing to do and send something courteously, if my sister likes it, I will give you a few."

"I don't go out much, it's useless to give it to me." Li Liangchen smiled slightly.

When she came, Li Liangchen took those pen, ink, paper and inkstones rarely, and only prepared a cup of tea for the guests.

"Haven't you been busy lately? How do you have the kung fu to come to me? Li Liangchen asked casually.

"I'm going to start busy again in a few days, and I'm finally free, so naturally I'm going to go to my sister's place to take a look." The girl's posture is very leisurely, obviously very familiar with Li Liangchen, "The township test just ended yesterday, and the list will be released in a few days, so it is naturally the busiest time in our fireworks alley." Fortunately, the high school scholars have to play and celebrate, and those who fail to make the list also have to drink flower wine to relieve their boredom, and it may be difficult to sneak out when the time comes. ”

Li Liangchen nodded when he listened, and remembered something: "Do you still want to go to the West Lake banquet?" ”

"Yes." The girl laughed, and suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, "Playing the piano, talking, by the way, to see if there are any elegant people among the scholars of the new department, and occasionally teasing a few shy scholars, it is also interesting." ”

Li Liangchen also smiled slightly when he heard this, then lowered his head to drink tea and said no more.

Not speaking does not mean that words are not speculative, but there are many things, and there is no need to say more.

The girl has lived in that place of laughter all her life, and has said too many things, although she is young, she understands better how weak and empty language is.

Sitting and listening to the sound of the rain is already the best pastime for her.

There is a spring breeze coming into the window, flipping through books for no reason.

"My sister has made some good calligraphy and painting recently, and I will see if it can be done."

The girl is coquettish and picturesque, and even Li Liangchen can't refuse.

Li Liangchen took out a few paintings and calligraphy, either newly collected by the calligraphy and painting shop, or newly made by herself, for the girl to see.

The girl's eyes were bright, looking at those calligraphy and paintings, and she was amazed.

"Huh? What is this one? The girl suddenly caught a glimpse of a word in the corner, took the whole picture to look at it, but found that it was the painting with words, quite stubborn, "Outside the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless." It's dusk and I'm alone...... Hey? This word card is...... Fortune operator? has no intention of fighting for spring, and is jealous at a glance. Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is the same......"

The girl murmured softly, and after reading, she was slightly stunned for a while.

"Sister, this word ......" The girl's heart beat twice.

Li Liangchen smiled faintly: "The calligraphy is not good, and the paintings are still worth talking about." If you like it, take it. ”

"Really?" The girl was very pleased, her eyes were full of Chinese color, and she was as bright as water, "Then can I use this song?" Scattered into mud and dust...... It's beautiful. The girl hummed softly, gracefully.

"Feel free." Li Liangchen said lightly, "That person didn't say it, the calligraphy and paintings have been sold, who will pursue a poem." ”