The winter sun is warm at noon, the chrysanthemum garden is cold and fragrant floating, the low and dense camellia trees stretch from the mid-mountain to the foothill waterfront, from the mid-mountain bamboo pavilion to look down on the east pond that goes around the mountain, look at the boats that come and go, far away, can not hear the sound of oars and human voices, only see the large and small boats are pulled by the invisible "profit" word to come and go, survival and profit, human instinct, diligent reading poetry and books to seek fame is the world's great benefit, born in the world, how can you avoid vulgarity, but occasionally detached what's the matter, like sitting on the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the mountain at this time, quietly and watching the movement, The mood will be very good, not to mention that there is a shy and beautiful Shang Ran on the side - Shang Ran's chaotic heart gradually quieted down, and he realized what Zhang Yuan felt, because of this tacit understanding, this elegant and beautiful girl's lips hooked a shallow smile, and she didn't notice that her little niece Shang Jinghui looked up at her without turning her eyes - Zhang Yuan pointed to the huts under the pavilion and said: "If you can study and practice calligraphy here, and watch the mountains and appreciate chrysanthemums in your spare time, it is really good." ”

Shang Ran said: "My eldest brother used to study and make art in this cottage in the middle of the mountain, and even though he was in the city, he seemed to be in seclusion. Naturally, I answered, as if I had known each other for a long time, well, it was indeed a long time, more than two months.

Zhang Yuan said: "Miss Lan Ran was only about the same age as Xiao Jinghui at that time, and when you see Xiao Jinghui now, you can imagine you at that time." ”

Shang Ran glanced down at the little niece leaning beside her, and said with a smile: "It's really strange to say that Xiao Hui is like me-hey, Xiao Hui, why are you silent, did the little joy fly away?" ”

Shang Jinghui said: "I learn from my aunt, and sometimes I have to think quietly for a while. ”

Shang Ran couldn't help laughing, glanced at Zhang Yuan, then looked down at the little niece and said, "What do you think of, tell your aunt?" ”

Shang Jinghui shook his head and said: "If I don't say it, how can I say what is in my heart, if I say it, it is not my heart, but I am talking." ”

Shang Tanran couldn't help but laugh, took one of his niece's small hands, held it in his palm, and said, "I can also say that my heart can also be said-" Suddenly I thought of something, pursed my lips, and only gently kneaded my niece's little hand-Zhang Yuan usually has a bad look, but at this time it works, seeing Shang Tanran's face is a little red, as if the white jade is smeared with a layer of light rouge, and the two hands that are held together, one big and one small, the big one is delicate and soft, and the small flesh is delicate, all like pink carved jade, frozen snow crystal.

Zhang Yuan's heart was a little beating, and he wanted to say something more, but he couldn't say anything for a while, and let the time flow slowly at this moment-Shang Tanran suddenly said "ah", pointed to a small boat coming from the right bank of Dongda Pond not far away, and said, "My second brother is here-Xiaohui, let's go back quickly." "Blessed Zhang Yuan, looking down, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was beautiful.

Shang Jinghui said "oh", waved his hand to Zhang Yuan and said, "Brother Zhang Gongzi, then we will leave first, I won't accompany you, will you come next time?" ”

Zhang Yuan smiled: "Of course I have to come, I will come in two days, there is still something to do." ”

Shang Ran guessed what Zhang Yuan was referring to when he was coming, his face was red and his heart was beating, but he was indescribably happy, he took Xiao Hui down the bamboo pavilion, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around and said: "If Zhang Gongzi wants to come here to study quietly, you can tell my second brother." ”

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "It's too cold on the mountain in winter, come next summer, it's cool on the mountain and just right to study." "Watching Shang Ran take Xiao Jinghui, Liang Ma and the maid Fanghua down the mountain from the other side, I'm afraid the mountain road here won't be very easy to walk, right?

Just thinking about it, she saw that Xiao Jinghui ran back again, and the slightly bloated Jin Ge Mink Qiu did not affect her flexibility at all, ran to the bamboo pavilion, turned around and said to the maid Fanghua who caught up: "Fanghua, don't come here, I will say a word to Brother Zhang Gongzi, and leave if it is fine." ”

The maidservant Fanghua stood under the few remnant chrysanthemums and waited, Shang Jinghui walked into the pavilion, her innocent and cute little face was a little shy, and her little mouth was tightly pursed - Zhang Yuan bent down and asked her, "Xiaohui, what's the matter?" ”

Six-year-old Shang Jinghui raised his little face, his eyes were shining, because his mouth was tight, and then he opened his mouth to speak, and said: "Brother Zhang Gongzi, Xiaohui also wants to be the same as his aunt-"

"The same what? It doesn't matter, just say. Zhang Yuan smiled and encouraged.

Shang Jinghui said quickly: "Xiao Hui also wants to marry Zhang Gongzi's brother like his aunt, okay?" ”

Zhang Yuan stood up straight suddenly, stumbled back, and then stabilized, telling himself in his heart to calm down and not scare the child, so he asked softly: "Why does Xiao Hui think so?" ”

Shang Jinghui observed Zhang Yuan's face and replied, "It's just that I suddenly thought of it when I thought about it." ”

Zhang Yuan shook his head with a smile and said, "This is not good, I am a good match for your aunt of the same age." ”

Xiao Jinghui said stubbornly: "But I will also grow up, I will grow up as big as my aunt." ”

Rao is Zhang Yuan is wise and eloquent, and he can't explain clearly to this six-year-old girl, ethical principles, people's words and wrongs, this eight-strand essay is really too difficult to make - Shang Jinghui looked up and saw Zhang Yuan looking very embarrassed, and the little girl said again: "Brother Zhang Gongzi, this is not very good, is it?" ”

Zhang Yuan said: "It's not very good, you will understand when you grow up." ”

After all, she was a child, and she didn't feel particularly disappointed if she couldn't get married, and said: "Okay, let's see if I'll understand when I grow up - my mother is like this, and she can't answer what I asked her, so I excused myself and said that I will naturally understand when I grow up." ”

Xiao Jinghui is too smart, Zhang Yuan smiled: "Your mother is right, many things will naturally understand when you grow up." ”

The maid Fanghua was calling: "Miss Jinghui, the eldest lady is urging you." ”

Xiao Jinghui replied, "It's coming", and told Zhang Yuandao: "Brother Zhang Gongzi, you are not allowed to tell me about it, this is my heart, I only told Brother Zhang Gongzi alone." ”

Zhang Yuan had no choice but to nod and promise: "Don't say it, never say it." ”

Xiao Jinghui laughed and whispered, "Secret." ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Well, well, secret." ”

Shang Jinghui was relieved at this time, jumped off the bamboo pavilion, took the hand of the maidservant Fanghua, and went down the mountain.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and laughed alone in the bamboo pavilion, how many people had a lot of strange thoughts and wishes when they were young, and when they grew up, they were like dreams without a trace, and Xiao Hui would be like this, and when she grew up, she would understand that this was impossible, and maybe she would have forgotten that she had such a ridiculous thing back then...... Shang Zhoude has already known from the mouth of the steward on the shore that the little sister Shang Ran has also come here with Xiaohui, and he laughed in his heart, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, since Wanli, the constraints of etiquette and religion have become more and more relaxed, and the hierarchy has gradually collapsed, and the strict regulations on clothing, residences, and sedan chairs formulated during the Hongwu period have not been observed by the world, and the rich merchants' mansions are intended to be princes, and silk and satin can be worn as long as they can afford it, and those who are born as slaves also dare to take a sedan chair...... So what is it for Shang Ran to meet Zhang Yuan in his own chrysanthemum garden, Zhang Yuan said that he would almost ask someone to propose marriage when he went back.

Shang Zhoude thought like this, climbed the steps up the mountain, and went up to the bamboo pavilion by the chrysanthemum garden, but he didn't see the little sister and the little niece, and knew that he left first, so he didn't mention it, and only asked Zhang Yuan how the chrysanthemums were here?

Zhang Yuan said: "It's quite famous, but most of them have withered, and it would be better if you came a month earlier." ”

Shang Zhoude smiled: "It's not too late, come and say Fang Chang, next September, I will invite you to come to pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, drink and talk about mulberry hemp, haha." After a pause, he asked, "Does Jie Zi know what Qi Huzi is doing here?" ”

When Zhang Yuan saw Shang Zhoude say this, he understood in his heart, and said: "I don't know this." ”

Shang Zhoude said with a smile: "Qi Huzi is eleven years old, he wants to marry a wife, he saw my niece Jinglan yesterday, and today he ran here to see her cousin, but he was not ashamed, and bluntly said that he was going to marry Shang Jinglan, and the insider laughed, so he called me to go, but it turned out that he had not discussed it with his elders, so he came first, and he had rushed back at this time, and he couldn't wait for him to eat, saying that he would go back and write a letter to inform his father, hehe, this Qi Huzi is a desperate surname." ”

Zhang Yuanxin said: "Qi Huzi is a big ghost, and he has to marry a wife at the age of eleven, which is really funny, but as far as I know, Shang Jinglan is also his wife, Qi Huzi was forty-four years old because the Qing army captured Hangzhou, there was no hope of saving the country, so he threw himself into the water and died of martyrdom. said: "Qi Huzi is a prodigy in Shanyin, and Miss Jinglan is a good match, with an age difference of two years." ”

Shang Zhoude nodded and said: "Humble Jing has already gone to tell Jinglan's mother about this, there must be nothing to be disinterested in, but Qi Huzi and Jinglan are too young, let's get engaged in two years." What I thought in my heart was: "I have to set the marriage of the little sister in advance, how can there be a young aunt in the room, but the young niece is engaged first." Suddenly, he asked: "Jie Zi can remember his birthday, I have a friend, good at pushing the four pillars, you might as well let him help you push the New Year's luck?" ”

This is not that Shang Zhoude is in a hurry to marry off his little sister, but because he is one year older than Zhang Yuan, and the Shaoxing saying "a woman is not a wife", although in actual life there are still many women who are married in a big way, but just like a woman who does not bind her feet, some people are still taboo about these, so you must ask someone to combine the eight characters in advance, if there is something wrong, you can crack it in advance, and the eight characters can also be remedied - Zhang Yuan said: "Jiaci said that I was born when I was born on June 19 in the 26th year of Wanli. I thought to myself, "Measure my life, can you measure it accurately, I have already changed my life against the sky." ”

Shang Zhoude said: "In the twenty-sixth year of Wanli, that is, the year of Wuxu, when the nineteenth son of June, okay, I wrote it down." ”

It was already noon, the figures shrank at their feet, Shang Zhoude and Zhang Yuan went down the mountain to take a boat back to the mansion, had lunch, drank tea and rested, and chatted for a while, Zhang Yuan said goodbye to Shang Zhoude, and returned to Shanyin with the "girl juju picture", Shang Zhoude still ordered the carriage to send each other off.

(To be continued)