The lotus branch is zero, and the maple leaves are red.

Ninety-nine Double Ninth Festival, when the acacia flowers are completely gone, a few clusters of autumn chrysanthemums in the backyard begin to compete for beauty. A letter came from the northwest, count the days, Shen Han will soon return to Mojing. Shen Yuan didn't want to wait for him obediently, and he had already planned to go out and visit the Zhoulai Mountain Villa on the outskirts of the city.

In this city, it is not easy to weave a net, and it is even more difficult to make a few confidants. The cold fragrance Oiran didn't show up for a long time, and I don't know if the owner of Yin Zhuang still recognizes her as an old man.

Before the osmanthus brewing was completed, Shen Yuan borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and brought a jar of fragrant snowflake wine as a gift, and he didn't care whether it was appropriate or not. Zhoulai Mountain Villa is located in the northeast, built in the small hills of the Jade Mountains, surrounded by mountains and water, if you want to practice, it is really a good place to go.

From Lengxiang Pavilion to the road, the road has to walk for a while. The little maid drove skillfully and steadily, Shen Yuan took the two maids to sit in the carriage, lifted a little curtain gap, and looked at the street scene outside the window along the way.

It was just in time for the festival, and the streets were bustling with people. The people in Mojing City beg for life day after day, repetitive, monotonous, and boring, but there is a kind smell of fireworks in the world. The pawns of the peddlers who pick up the flats and sell them, the peasant women who set up stalls to sell vegetables and vegetables, the children who are jumping around, and the scholars who write letters in big characters are all vivid and vivid.

Several girls have been bored in the room for too long, and there is a subtle and novel satisfaction just by looking at the crowd coming and going.

The carriage passed by Guixingzhai, and there was a long queue in front of this century-old dim sum shop. "Remember, Gui Xingzhai, when we come back, let's go and have a look." Shen Yuan didn't want to look back, so he only stretched out his hand and patted back, not picking which maid he ordered.

"Yes, slave and maid." It was Scarlet Cloud who won the lottery, and he caught Shen Yuan's hand and smiled.

There were many people on the road, and the carriage did not go fast, and it was close to the hour when it reached the mountain. Scarlet Moon seemed to see something interesting, and beckoned Shen Yuan to take a quick look. It is the autumn season in the Zhoulai Villa, there are bunches of warm red fresh peppers hanging in front of the house and behind the house, and there are also large patches of newly laid millet in the yard, which is golden and reflects the sun, and it can catch people's attention from a long distance.

"That's true, he said that he wanted to go beyond the Three Realms, and in a blink of an eye, he became an old farmer in the mountains." Shen Yuan couldn't help but shake his head amusefully when he saw this harvest scene, and laughed with his two maids. The little servant drove to the outside of the villa, and did not see the owner of the village personally come out to greet him, only an old steward with a few servants waiting in front of the door.

The two maids helped Shen Yuan get out of the car, and the servants in the village were clever and immediately stepped forward to take over the wine jar. Shen Yuan has been familiar with this place for a long time, and the ink flower of Leng Xiang Pavilion has disappeared for four years, and no one will notice that there is a girl surnamed Shen, and she has a good personal relationship with the state Lai Mountain Villa outside the city.

The Yin family is half of the Shen family's subordinates, but Yin Huai'an really followed the Shen family's miss. Countless decades ago, General Shen in the northwest had a personal soldier, who broke a leg on a battlefield and was placed in the capital by the general, changed to business for generations, and worked diligently from generation to generation.

The steward who came to welcome the guests was surnamed Fang, who was there when the old owner of Yin Lao Zhuang was in charge. The steward said that the owner of the village had an order, and asked the guests to go inside with him. Shen Yuan walked for a while, but still didn't see Yin Huai'an's figure, so he said to him: "Come on, don't lead the way, Lao Fang, what's the matter with your owner, don't come out to see me?" ”

Steward Fang was old, his face was full of laugh lines, and when he heard the question, he stopped without hurrying and said to Shen Yuan: "Don't worry, let's go again, this is it." After walking about half a cup of tea along the mezzanine, after passing the corner moon gate, Steward Fang quietly stepped aside and happily stretched his hands forward: "Miss, please see." ”

The eyes suddenly opened up, one side of the spacious courtyard, one side of the mountain, two sides of the water, the small lake carved out of the hall was repaired, rows of half-tall willow saplings were planted on the shore, the chrysanthemums in the courtyard were blooming brightly, and a tall Cangjiang begonia was also moved among them.

The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, the sky is so blue that it is almost transparent, there are not a few clouds in sight, only a colorful paper kite soaring upward. The warm sun in the mountains shines on the golden maize that hangs down along the corridor. This same scenery is elegant and vulgar, which should be untouchable, but it looks unexpectedly harmonious in the here and now.

The paper kite is the appearance of a vermilion bird, which is a sacred beast enshrined in the Cangwu century-old temple, and the spool is firmly held in Yin Huai'an's hand. This person turned his back to the visitor, and he could see that he was in a burly figure, with a simple white hosta half-tied with his hair, and a silver-gray lake silk robe tied around his waist at will. He seemed to be focused on the paper kite in his hand and didn't look back at all.

"During the Double Ninth Festival, Miss Shen didn't accompany Mrs. Moyu, and she really came here." The wind in the courtyard was not too strong, and the owner's voice was not blown away.

"Ninety-nine return to one, one yuan begins, and Vientiane is renewed." Shen Yuan raised his voice, stepped forward to take the spool, and pulled it twice around the twine, "Everyone is Chongyang, but I only know that this is the day of Emperor Yuan's enlightenment, and I specially came to you to cultivate, isn't it?" ”

Yin Huai'an let go of his hand and was taken away by the spool: "Okay, so as soon as I got the letter, I immediately built a courtyard and asked the fairy aunt to smile." ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the vermilion bird kite in the sky shook twice, and the force penetrated the twine. Shen Yuan didn't have time to answer, he twisted his eyebrows and pulled the kite string hard, and two deep reds appeared between his knuckles.

"How can you fly a kite like this?" Yin Huai'an couldn't help laughing, reached out and took it easily, and the shaking twine immediately became stable. Shen Yuan was free, quickly untied the coil tightly wrapped around his fingers, blew on the painful knuckles, glanced back angrily, and retorted: "Just your poor mouth, when I don't know, you already have this yard." Ignore it, it's hard to come out, but I'm not here to fly a kite. ”

"Isn't that why you're here to renovate like this? What do you think, do you like it? Yin Huai'an beckoned, and then a servant came over to pick up the spool, retreated to the porch and slowly retracted the line. As for Steward Fang, he had already led the others down and left this world to the two masters.

Shen Yuan looked around again and said with a smile: "You bother, but at first glance, I thought that whose family had a good harvest, and the granary couldn't be put down." ”

Yin Huai'an was very satisfied with his arrangement: "That's it." Autumn harvest and winter collection, harvest and auspicious year, how many people can't ask for it. Let's go, come here and get home, and see the good things I have bought for you. ”