In the next few days, as soon as the two met, they discussed how to play. Zhu Huaijing seems to have realized at this time that it is not easy to play according to his own temperament, and the so-called play is mostly for entertainment. It wasn't until Thursday that the two decided to simply drive along the Jingshui River to the outskirts and find a clear section of the river to swim. settled, Zhu Huaijing called Li Mingxi. Li Mingxi looked like he was going to die or not, so he naturally shirked it for a long time. Zhu Huaijing persuaded for a while, but Li Mingxi agreed, but asked Zhu Huaijing to invite the old man Bu Weizhi as well. Zhu Huaijing said that Bu Lao is so old, how can he swim? Li Mingxi said that he couldn't swim, so Zhu Huaijing promised to invite him to the old man's house. Zeng said that Zhu Huaijing agreed to him as soon as he made an appointment. So, on Friday night, Zhu Huaijing drove Li Mingxi up, and the two went to visit Mr. Bu together.

Bu Lao's granddaughter opened the door, recognized the two of them, and politely invited them into the house to sit. The little girl led the guest to the back room and said, "Grandpa is drinking tea in his own room." Before she arrived at Bu Lao's house, the little girl called Grandpa to visit. Bu Lao answered the request, but the person did not come out. The little girl pushed the door, but saw that Bu Lao was splashing ink. Zhu Huaijing and the others naturally slowed down and went in carefully. Bu Lao put down his pen and invited the two of them to sit down. The little girl poured her tea.

"Bu Lao is so Yaxing." Zhu Huaijing said, put down the teacup, and went over to read the words written by Bu Lao. But I saw that it was written a poem by Bu Lao's own new endowment:

**It's unbearable to have trees

Hang elm money once a year

Autumn came to borrow thirty or fifty thousand

Ask Tian to go to Jingshan

The inscription is that the owner of the elegant hall, Bu Weizhi, is eighty-three years old, in the middle of summer. Li Mingxi also came up to appreciate it, and even said good words and poems. Bu Weizhi shook his head again and again, and said: "The crooked poems are sour and rotten, just entertaining themselves, and have no practical significance." If you want to say this poem, it is also influenced by Mr. Mingxi. Zhu Huaijing remembered Li Mingxi's lame poem of "I want to get a grass under Jing Mountain, and plant half an acre of old plums". I thought to myself, this old and young, it's really cute. Bu Lao's elegant hall can be said to be making money every day, but the old man laughs at himself for being so poor that he picks up elm money.

Zhu Huaijing said with a smile: "The land price in Jingshan has risen again this year, and it is really an inch of land, not ordinary people have the money to buy it." ”

Bu Lao laughed loudly, then stared at it for a while, and wrote at the end of the poem:

Graffiti entertains yourself, laughs generously. Huai Jingjun said that the land price in Jingshan is soaring, and very people dare to ask. The old man returned to school and made up a few sentences: Jingshan has every inch of land, and you can fight for money and power; My generation only eats the wind and the moon, and the yellow roll and three cars leave children and grandchildren.

Zhu Huaijing stroked his palms and smiled, secretly admiring that Bu Lao was so old and so quick-witted. Li Mingxi recited this limerick poem repeatedly, and said straight "My generation only eats the wind and the moon" is a good sentence.

It was a little hot in the house, and the old man didn't use the air conditioner. Zhu Huaijing was a little fat and sweating early. When Bu Lao saw it, he said that he would simply go to the back yard to talk. The two of them each held a teacup and followed Bu Lao to the backyard. It turns out that the ** written in Bu Lao's poem is not virtual. The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the court is full of clear light. The small courtyard is not too wide, but in this crowded Jingdu, it is already very good. There is a big elm tree in the corner of the small courtyard, and there is a bush of plantains, and the old plum trees are scattered between the lawns, which is very random. Connected to the small courtyard are also some bungalows, which do not block the wind and do not cover the eyes. There is a stone table and stone bench on one side, and you can sit down to watch the flowers and look at the moon. Zhu Huaijing said that it is a good place, a good place. Bu Lao said: "Our family was originally a pawnshop on the street, but when the urban planning changed, it was squeezed into this corner. Fortunately, I also like to be quiet, which is just what I like. Everyone in the elegant hall knows that no matter how far away it is, it will come around the bend. ”

"It's called wine, and I'm not afraid of the deep yard!" Zhu Huaijing flattered. Bu Lao is naturally modest. It is inevitable to talk about poetry and painting, and it is just Bu Lao and Li Mingxi who are exchanging experiences, and Zhu Huaijing only interjects a few sentences from time to time. After listening to it for a while, he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to look too vulgar, so he had to tilt his head and write elegantly. He was interested in this small courtyard, which was too charming. At this time, there is a cool breeze passing by, the banana leaves rustling, the plum trees are moving, and the moon shadow is swaying. I thought I should bring Yuqin tonight. Yuqin in the moonlight, her skin must be like milk.

Li Mingxi didn't show the slightest hint of madness tonight, and he talked to Bu Lao about Shi Tao. Li Mingxi talked about Shi Tao's theory of painting, and said that the unity of heaven and man in Chinese painting, and the corresponding truth of mind and object, and said that the philosophical foundation of Shi Tao's theory of painting is in Lao Zhuang and "Zhou Yi", Yunyun, and Zhu Huaijing became more and more dizzy the more they listened. Li Mingxi said that he was on the rise, and Bu Lao said: "Why did you talk about Shi Tao today, it can be regarded as an opportunity." I was fortunate enough to have a painting by the bitter gourd monk Shi Tao, which I never took out for others to see. Wait a minute. ”

Bu Lao got up and entered the house. After a while, a light under the eaves of the porch turned on, and Bu Lao walked out with a long box. Bu Lao carefully placed the box on the stone table, only to see that the box was dark red and shiny, thinking that it was made of fine wood. Bu Lao gently clasped his hands together and didn't open the box for a long time. Zhu Huaijing saw Li Mingxi holding his breath, almost a little nervous. As if performing some kind of religious ritual, Bu Lao looked solemn and broke the locks of the box one by one. Finally, he opened the box and took out an ancient yellow scroll. Slowly unfolded, I saw that it was a picture of a "high mountain cold moon". But I saw that the peaks were like blocks, the cliffs were strange cypresses, the cold moon was like hooks, and it was like a Tibetan Zen machine. The upper right is inscribed with Shi Tao's self-titled seven unique poems, which have been blurred in many places:

Perched and begged for food□ autumn returns

Zen Shen Shen Shen bitter wandering

The moon cold peak is high Hinayana □

Sixty solo □□□

The inscription reads: "Gengchen twilight autumn Qingxiang Da Dizi wrote". There are also a few seals. There are a number of small characters in the lower left. Zhu Huaijing only vaguely knew that the great painter Shi Tao was a bitter gourd monk in the early Qing Dynasty, but he didn't know how to screen ancient paintings, so he carefully read the inscription poem and the inscription. Li Mingxi was like a demon, first stood and looked at it for a long time, and then approached to examine it carefully. It took a long time for Li Mingxi to gasp and nod his head, but he was silent. Zhu Huaijing thought that this painting must be very expensive, so he asked: "What is the market for Shi Tao's paintings on the market?" After saying this, he was afraid of being vulgar again, but fortunately, Bu Lao was not pedantic, smiled indifferently, and said: "Then it depends on the work." I have consulted almost all the information about Shi Tao and Shi Tao's paintings. Judging from the collection seals, it passed through the hands of at least three people. I don't know who these three are. Maybe it's a private collector who has money and leisure. It can be said that this painting is a treasure to be picked up and repaired, and its value is not trivial. ”

Zhu Huaijing listened curiously and asked, "How did this painting get into your old hands?" ”

Bu Lao shook his head and said, "This is a non-dividing thing!" There's a story. In the winter of '57, a gentleman sent the painting to my shop, saying that it was to be repaired. I opened it and saw that it was Shi Tao's painting, and I was taken aback. The painting is broken in several places. I said that I was afraid that it would take a few days to make up for it, and the gentleman said that it was okay, as long as it could be made up, it would be fine for a longer time. It took me a whole month to get the painting back to its original shape. But the gentleman never came again. In those years, society was not at peace. I suspect that most of those who are interested in having the capital to collect ancient paintings will become unlucky. God knows where that gentleman went, he never came again anyway. I had to keep the painting. I've never considered this painting my own collection, and I don't even think it's kind to show it to my friends. Even in my family, only my eldest son knew that I had such a painting in my possession. I told him that this painting belonged to someone else, and maybe someone else would come and pick it up one day. A hundred years later, I asked him to keep the painting on his behalf. I made a dead rule that even if my family was so poor that I wanted to eat, I had to keep other people's paintings, and I was not allowed to sell them. Today, on a whim, I let the two of you see this painting, and you two have to keep it a secret! The dew is too heavy at night, so put it away and put it away. Bu Lao rolled up the picture as soon as he spoke. Li Mingxi seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, looking at the plum tree in the moonlight in a daze.

Zhu Huaijing remembered a news he saw in the newspaper not long ago, and said: "There are too many fakes of calligraphy and paintings on the market. The newspaper reported that Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" was bought by a Japanese company for $40 million. After nearly a year of research, a British expert concluded that the painting was a fake. Van Gogh only made six "Sunflowers" in his lifetime, and there are seven fake ones, which is obviously impossible. The original owner of this fake Sunflower was a French painter of Van Gogh's contemporaries. ”

As soon as Bu Lao was about to say something, Li Mingxi seemed to suddenly wake up and said, "There may be something you said." Antiques and antiques are afraid of counterfeiting of the same era, and they are the most difficult to identify. ”

Mr. Zhu said: "Mr. Zhu said that Mr. Zhu said that Mr. English had studied it for nearly a year, and I had been pondering this "Alpine Cold Moon Map" for more than 40 years. ”

Zhu Huaijing was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that." With Bu Lao's education and experience, how can he look away. ”

Old Bu waved his hand and said: "I can't talk about learning, but I have seen more." Li Mingxi asked Bu Lao for knowledge about the screening of ancient calligraphy and paintings. Bu Lao said a few words modestly and said some essentials. When Zhu Huaijing heard it, it was too complicated, and he had to be well versed in the world style, painting style, painting materials, and personal characteristics of each painter, as well as the architectural style, clothing, living habits, and so on of each dynasty. I wanted Li Mingxi to ask for advice endlessly, but I didn't finish it for three days and three nights. Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhu Huaijing first diverted from other topics, and then said casually: "Mingxi and I, as well as two friends, want to take advantage of tomorrow's rest time to go outside for an outing." Do you want to invite Mr. Bu to go with you to see your old interest? ”

Bu Lao laughed and said, "Thank you." I can't go on the road when I'm old, it's not appropriate to go with you young people! Let's have fun with a few of you. ”

Zhu Huaijing originally felt that it was not appropriate for Bu Lao to go together, it was just Li Mingxi's idea. Seeing that Bu Lao was polite, Zhu Huaijing no longer insisted.

Zhu Huaijing sent Li Mingxi back to the Academy of Fine Arts, on the way he wanted to go home or go to Yuqin? I couldn't make up my mind for a while. There is an intersection in front of you, and directly in front of you is the road to Yuqin, and the left turn is the way home. He made a bet in his heart: his car was within ten meters of the stop line at the intersection, and there was a green light in front of him, so he would go to Yuqin, otherwise he would go home. As a result, as soon as his car drove to the intersection, the red light directly ahead of him suddenly turned green. He thought, God arranged, let's go to Yuqin. It's been a long time since I've been with Xiangmei, and he's a little uneasy in his heart. He thought that after the bet he had just made, he had not changed the speed of the car, and his choice was fair to the two women. He knew it didn't make sense to comfort himself like this, but he still thought about it.

Yuqin didn't expect him to come tonight, because he hung up the phone to her when he got off work today, saying that he would pick her up early tomorrow morning, which was tantamount to implying that he would not come tonight. Yuqin always thinks, why is she always not satisfied when she falls in love with a man? She couldn't figure out if all the women under the day were like her. For a while, Zhu Huaijing was here with her almost every night, only going home on weekends. She thought about how nice it was to have a man with her on the weekend, and how important a woman's weekend was! For a while, Zhu Huaijing was usually very busy and couldn't take care of her, but he always accompanied her on weekends. She also thought that there should be a man in the family every day, and men are women's air, and it will really suffocate when they leave a man.

Yuqin had already gone to bed, Zhu Huaijing told her not to get up, ran to take a bath by herself, and then went into the room to rest. The two hugged Wen Cun for a while, and Yuqin said: "In the afternoon, the head of the company came to talk, Lao Lei went to the commercial company as the deputy general manager, and let me be the general manager of Longxing." ”

Zhu Huaijing said: "Really? Congratulations. Yuqin said, "Congratulations on what? It's not about being a big official, it's just that there are more responsibilities on the head. Zhu Huaijing was just like what he knew just now, and his expression was also faint. In fact, this is the result of his activities. He had never talked about it with Yuqin, for fear that she would have an idea. And what about Yuqin? I guessed that Zhu Huaijing must have done a job in the middle, but he didn't say anything. The two of them consciously tacitly agreed in these matters, so as not to vulgarize the love between the two. They are always trying to believe that their love is holy, and there is no deal, not even a trace of worldly selfishness.

Zhu Huaijing politely congratulated him, then changed the topic and said, "The backyard of Bu Lao's house is very beautiful, especially the moonlight. After living in the city for a long time, I am almost unfamiliar with moonlight. Moonshine is still good in the countryside. When I was a child, I spent all my time in the countryside, where there was nothing else but a wonderful moonlight. Under the moonlight on a summer night, it is full of people enjoying the coolness. Leaning on the bamboo chair, shaking the big pu fan in his hand, he has no worries, and he doesn't want to do anything. I can't find such a place anymore, I can't find such a state of mind again. ”

Yuqin turned off the light, opened the curtains, and the moonlight slowly flowed into the house. She lay on Zhu Huaijing's body, held her chin with one hand, made a reverie, and said: "Actually, when I was a child, Longxing was not too prosperous, and there were ridges not far behind, and frogs were singing everywhere in summer nights. Yuqin describes her childhood emotionally, and the background is, of course, under the moonlight on a summer night. Zhu Huaijing felt that Yuqin was also deliberately avoiding the topic of her promotion, if it was clear that she was the general manager Zhu Huaijing fought for her, she would hurt her self-esteem, and more importantly, it seemed to tarnish their love. She didn't want to admit that fact.

This night, Zhu Huaijing's mind was full of moonlight, but Yuqin seemed to sleep very comfortably.

Early the next morning, the two made an exception and did not go to tennis. After washing up, I drove out, found a place to eat breakfast, and went to pick up Zeng Yan first. Zeng Yi got into the car, and Zhu Huaijing asked his mother if she was better. Zeng Yi said that there is no big problem, but the old man's health is not very good, and this time he has made it even more empty. This matter affected his mood, Zhu Huaijing comforted him a few words, and then changed the topic. After a while, when he arrived downstairs at Li Mingxi, Zhu Huaijing got out of the car and shouted a few times, but there was no sound. He went upstairs alone and knocked on the door for a long time before Li Mingxi opened the door. Still carefully leaving the door open a slit, the thief stared out blankly. "It's early, boss, and you're still asleep? Come down, I'm not coming in. Zhu Huaijing went downstairs to wait. It was another long time before Li Mingxi came down slowly.

"If you're just swimming, do you have to work so hard? Find a swimming pool to save more trouble. Zeng Yan said.

Zhu Huaijing said: "The swimming pool is too unhygienic. ”

"The Jingshui River is not necessarily clean." Zeng Yan said.

Yuqin said: "Take a look, if there is a clean place, swim, otherwise it's better to come out and relax." It's so uncomfortable to be in the city all year round. ”

Li Mingxi said: "Whatever you do, I can't swim anyway." ”

Zhu Huaijing forgot that Li Mingxi had said that he was a landlubber, so he said, "Then you are dumb?" I've consulted with you, and I've always spoken out to swim. Did you say we could arrange other activities? This event is specially arranged for you and Zeng Slang. You! As the saying goes, a joke is not true, but the word "crazy" in Zhu Huaijing's mouth was swallowed back in his throat. He was worried about Li Mingxi's spirit, but he was afraid that there was really something wrong.

The car went west to Jingshui and went out of the Jingdu urban area, gradually showing an idyllic scenery. I found a secluded place, got out of the car and looked at it, and saw that the river was still muddy, so I had to get in the car and continue westward. Zeng said that he was afraid that he would not find a clean place. Zhu Huaijing said that anyway, just be distracted, stop and go, and go down if there is a suitable place. I went down several times on the way, and saw that the water in the river was not clean. Zhu Huaijing was a little lazy, so he changed positions with Yuqin and asked her to drive. Zeng Yan and Li Mingxi are not good at making jokes, and it is inevitable that discussing any topic with them will be too serious and boring. The atmosphere was a bit dreary. Zhu Huaijing suddenly felt that he was simply self-inflicted, worried that these two friends were in a bad mood, so he pulled them out to relax. But the two friends didn't seem to be much interested, and they almost dozed off in the car. Zhu Huaijing is dating too many people now, but the only people he can really get along with easily are Yuqin, Li Mingxi, Zeng Xian, and the old man Bu Weizhi. These four people, Li Mingxi lives in a dream, Zeng Slang lives in an ideal, Bu Lao lives in the ancient style, and what about Yuqin? Zhu Huaijing couldn't bear to ask her what she lived in. Zhu Huaijing's mood was a little gray, and he closed his eyes. Lately, his mood has been cloudy. Sometimes I feel that I am a good mix, with status, status, lovers, and a car, and every day is very colorful. Sometimes I suddenly feel empty, thinking that I am like a walking corpse, wandering into the body.

"Look, there's a creek here!" Yuqin suddenly shouted. All three men opened their eyes and looked out in the direction of Yuqin's finger. Sure enough, I saw a small stream gurgling out of the mountain stream on the left. After stopping the car, the four of them got out of the car and took a look, and saw that the stream was clear, and the water that flowed into Jingshui was clearly distinguished. Looking back at the mountain stream, but see the peak high and dense trees, the layers of forests are draped, quiet and charming. Yuqin said, "Why don't we just go in and play along the stream?" Maybe the winding path leads to seclusion? This is exactly what Li Mingxi's temperament is, and he even said that it was good. Zeng Slang didn't have an idea, so he said that it was up to everyone's wishes. Because this was Yuqin's proposal, Zhu Huaijing was naturally willing to go in and have a look. But what to do with this car? It's certainly not safe to park on the side of the road. Zhu Huaijing went down to probe and saw a bluestone road covered with wild grass, stretching along the stream to the depths of the mountain stream, just enough for a car to pass through.

is still driven by Zhu Huaijing, and his driving skills have long surpassed Yuqin. The car moved forward slowly, and Yuqin said that it would be fun if the car got stuck in it! Zhu Huaijing smiled and said, "It's okay for you to say something good." I couldn't see the road clearly, so I could only grope forward, and the mugwort and bamao were invincible, making the sides of the car rattle. The mountain beams on both sides are getting higher and higher, and people can't see the peaks in the car. Yuqin rolled down the window and wanted to stick out to look at the sky, but she was afraid that the weeds next to her would scratch her head. Zhu Huaijing felt that the stone road below was wide and flat, so he wondered, thinking to himself, how could such a good road be abandoned? Zeng Slang also felt the same way, saying that why is there no one in such a good place? Li Mingxi lowered his head, trying to see the outside as clearly as possible. After walking slowly for about an hour, I don't know how far I came in, and I saw that there seemed to be a pavilion in front of me. Everyone saw it, and they all stretched their eyes long, but they did not speak. Zhu Huaijing's eyes were sharper, and he saw clearly that it was indeed a pavilion, so he said that it was a pavilion! Everyone said it was a pavilion, but it was really a pavilion. Zhu Huaijing felt a certain excitement, but he didn't dare to increase the speed of the car, for fear that if he hit a stone, the car would be scrapped. Finally drove to the front of the pavilion, and everyone got off the car excitedly. Zhu Huaijing said carefully, afraid of snakes. Yuqin screamed and jumped up, grabbing Zhu Huaijing. Zhu Huaijing said with a smile, there are not so many snakes, just be careful.

This is a stone pavilion, and the weeds have overflowed the stone steps and climbed into the pavilion, which is very dilapidated and desolate. The pavilion is engraved with the words "and sit in the pavilion". The two stone pillars facing each other are engraved with a couplet:

Those who come are not busy, those who go are not busy, and sit and sit for no one

The merit is not urgent, the profit is also in a hurry, and the gains and losses are nothing more than heaven

"Interesting, interesting." Zeng Yan said. Li Mingxi repeated the couplet several times, and drew every word with his hand, nodding his head more than once. Zhu Huaijing ran over and found that there was a couplet on the other side of the pavilion:

Accustomed to watching the eternals chase the deer