The story takes place in Chang'an.

"The flowers are deep in the floor, and the painting curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft. Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is tender and tender, and the weeping poplar is shallow.

Late days to promote flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm. Hate the Fangfei world, tourists are not rewarded, all pay with, warblers and swallows. ”

In Chang'an City, in the Lingyin Building, the beauties are like clouds, singing at night, and singing every day.

"Miss Zeelan, everyone is waiting for you. Are you dressed up? ”

The curtain was red, the incense was wisps, she sat in front of the dresser, lowered her lips, drew her eyebrows, and looked at herself in the dim brass mirror, her eyebrows were picturesque.

Dai's eyebrows swept slightly, her red lips opened slightly, she turned her head to look at the person beside her, and the steps in her hair shook slightly, making a soft sound.

"Here we are." The voice is crisp and pleasant, but it is tinged with melancholy.

With a soft sigh in her eyes, she picked up the lute in her hand, left the room, and walked down the stairs step by step.

The green building is full, who understands loneliness.

Ups and downs, staggered.

"Miss Zeeland is here!"

I don't know who called out first, and then everyone's eyes moved to her.

The violet skirt at dusk is full of singing.

Many years ago, she came here in desperation, and in the future, she made a living by playing the pipa, singing music, and performing arts.

Whoever is a family of Yi, the wind and dust have fallen.

Youthful silhouette, peerless beauty.

Sandalwood dotted lips, painted in green.

Painted shawl, it is difficult to hide the melancholy.

Slender fingers swiped over the quaint pipa, and the timbre flowed, resounding in the Lingyin Pavilion.

Slender nephrite slices spring onions, growing in the sleeves of fragrant luocui.

Yesterday, on the strings of the pipa, it was clearly full of armor dyed scarlet.

………

August poetry and Zen, it is the height of summer.

The vines on the windowsill were scattered with a soft light; The shadow of a bird flutters, and the song flutters.

"Lady Zeeland, someone wants to see you!"

The call of the comer disturbed the caged canary, interrupting its singing.

The canary flapped its wings in the cage.

"Nope." Zeeland still looked at the caged bird, frowning slightly.

"Girl, the man asked me to hand over something to you."

Expecting such a result, the little girl handed her a small bottle of ointment.

"The man said that it was for the girl to paint your hands." The little girl looked down, looked at Zelan's fingertips that were red and congested from playing the pipa for a long time, and asked, "Do you need me to give it back?" ”

How many gentlemen and big families have sent gold and silver to Zelan, as well as treasures, just to be able to see her alone.

However, all of them were rejected by Zelan, and all the things sent were returned.

What's more, this time it's just such a small bottle of ointment?

The little girl thought to herself, and was ready to take the ointment away and return it.

Unbeknownst to her, Zeeland took the bottle of ointment in her hand.

The little girl was startled, looked at Zelan, and saw that she looked at the ointment in her hand, her eyes moved slightly, as if there was some emotion, and gradually emerged from her calm eyes.

"No need." Zeeland looked up at the surprised little girl and said, "Let him come over." ”

………

Raise the drum and slow down the song.

His name is Ange.

Yijie cloth clothes, and was admitted to Xiucai.

Make a pot of tea, and the tea in the house is full of fragrance.

Lift the celadon teapot with your bare hands and pour it for yourself and the person in front of you.

“…… Thank you, thank you, Miss Zeeland. Taking the teacup with both hands, he bowed his head and hurriedly thanked him.

Zeelan picked up the teacup and handed it to her lips, taking a sip, she looked up at the person opposite, the tips of his ears were red, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at a loss.

"Childe doesn't have to be nervous." Putting down the teacup, she looked at him and smiled.

An Ge looked up at Zelan, his face was hot, and his eyes were a little evasive but very happy.

"Xiaosheng has admired the Zelan girl for a long time, and being able to see the girl today can be described as a blessing for three lives, and Xiaosheng is flattered."

There were many people who loved her, but he was one of the very few who had the privilege of seeing her privately.

The incense is windy and the flowers enter the building, and the high-profile zither eases the night sorrow.

I am used to seeing the glass in front of me, the lights are bright and green, and I am used to listening to the warbler and swallow language in my ears, and the graceful light song.

She thought that she would be able to spend the rest of her life like this, but who would have thought that someone would suddenly break in and send her full of bright moon and breeze.

"Miss Zeeland, what's wrong with you?"

After An Ge left, the little girl saw that she was still stunned, and asked with concern.

Zelan came back to his senses, only to realize that he had been staring at the teacup he had used on the table for a long time.

She looked up at the little girl and smiled slightly: "It's okay." ”

Ignoring the little girl's puzzled gaze, she stood up and looked out of the courtyard at the green of midsummer.

Birds chirp and cicadas chirp.

………

The sound of geese is like washing, the cool autumn breeze sweeps away the summer heat, and in a blink of an eye, September has arrived.

"Miss Zeeland!"

Zelan looked back and saw An Ge, dressed in green clothes, walking towards her with a smile.

From that day we met, he came to see her often.

In desperation, she had also met some people in private.

When they saw her, they just wanted to hear her play the pipa and sing songs, and no matter how excessive their requests were, they were all rejected by her bottom line of only selling her art and not her body.

But Ange is different from those people.

The last time he came, he made a picture of her, and yesterday he wrote a poem for her, and I wonder what he will bring her today.

He never wanted to take something from her and ask her to do something for him.

An Ge would laugh when he looked at her; When he sees her smiling, he will laugh more than she does.

There seemed to be a dazzling Kong Ming lantern rising in his eyes, enveloping her and slowly warming her.

………

The autumn rain is dashing, and the red maple falls, washing away the glitz of the past.

This time, An Ge was admitted to the Gongshi.

"When will I enter Beijing to take the exam?" Zeeland lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"After January." An Ge lowered his head and reached out to touch the back of his neck.

Zelan's hand holding the teapot couldn't help but pause.

"Congratulations to Childe." She smiled as best she could, and poured a full cup of tea for An Ge, although it was a joy, but there was no joy in her tone.

"Miss Zeeland!" Feeling Zelan's emotions, An Ge looked up at her, his eyes were like torches, "When I get fame and have money, I will definitely redeem you!" ”

Zelan was slightly distracted, and then his eyes wandered, and he looked at him and smiled softly.

"Okay."

………

Rouge wine, the window reflects the full moon.

Qinglou has a voice, and does not complain.

Today, An Ge has entered Beijing.

Zeeland looked at the caged bird, and she reached out and gently attached to the delicate silver birdcage.

"In the future, you will be the only one who will accompany me."

There is no fate that can last a lifetime, and no matter how gorgeous the banquet is, it will eventually come to an end.

Someone once said that it is not the fault of Pingshui to turn around immediately after meeting, and it is not perfect to fall in love with each other.

In fact, she never had the luxury of expecting An Ge to redeem her from here.

is accustomed to seeing the coldness of this world, how can you easily believe in the love between men and women?

In love, the most unkeepable thing is the vow, and the most unbearable thing is waiting.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

She knows all this.

But the reason why she still chose to believe in An Ge was just to leave a thought for herself, so as to support her to continue living in this place where people are weak.

Deep thrush, shallow thrush, cicada mantle and clouds full of clothes, balcony rain back.

Wushan is high, Wushan is low, the twilight rain does not return, and the empty house is punctual.

………

Twenty years later –

The former Taishou of Chang'an resigned and returned to his hometown, and the courtier An Ge was appointed as the new Taishou and was ordered to go to Chang'an.

The carriage drove on the streets of Chang'an, and a gust of wind blew through the corner of the carriage curtain.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, An Ge was shocked, lowered his head and pursed his lips, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Stop!" In the middle of the night, he looked up and shouted to the coachman.

The carriage stopped, slightly bumpy, and the lady in the carriage was dressed luxuriously, and she looked at An Ge with a puzzled face.

"Husband, it seems that there is still some distance from the Taishou Mansion, do you have anything to do?"

An Ge turned his head to look at her, and paused, as if there was a fluctuation in his somewhat cloudy eyes.

"I seem to have seen an old man." He lowered his eyes, "You go back to the house first." ”

………

In the season of merchants, the autumn wind is bleak, and what blows is a desolation.

An Ge had already grown a beard, and Zelan's eyes also had some fine lines, and his temples were slightly white.

Zelan recognized him, and she looked at An Ge, and her heart couldn't help but feel sour, and her eyes gradually turned red.

The four eyes looked at each other, but they were speechless.

Finally, it was An Ge who took the lead in opening his mouth.

"You ......," An Ge said again, "are you married?" ”

He thought that if she had already married, then the guilt in his heart might be reduced.

"Not yet."

An Ge was shocked, he looked at Zelan's eyes with tears, and let out a long sigh.

"After all, I lost you."

Zeeland was silent, she shook her head, tears raining down.

Say goodbye to the building, reunion is not coming.

When he comes, he will not be as he is now.

………

"Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring palace walls and willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Mo, Mo, Mo! ”