There is no snow in the south, but there are flowers that are not thanked at four o'clock, and there are evergreen grass in the eight sections, and there is no winter in the long summer, and I only feel that the years are difficult.

At the beginning of February, the apricot blossoms reported the news, and the south saw the nectar for a long time. The rain rained for more than a month, watering the farmland that had been dry for a long time and saving countless lives.

The rain came too timely, but it also rained for too long.

I walked up to the observation deck with an umbrella and a lunar eclipse behind me.

The foggy Jiankang City is hazy and not very real. In the courtyard, the vines are swaying, the rain washes the leaves, the greenery is shining, the newly blooming apricot blossoms are fallen, and the swifts shuttle between the white walls and black tiles...... Like smoke like a dream, beautiful like a splash of ink landscape painting.

Suddenly, I heard the hooves of horses outside the wall, and when I looked up, there was only one person and one horse. The man was dressed in dark clothes, and he was clothed in a cloak and a hat, and he was not easily recognizable. When he had gone into the courtyard, the servants came and waited. The eclipse howled, and when he looked up, I saw that it was Wu Pingqi.

A few feet away, he nodded to me, "Princess Makeup."

I pulled my throat and asked, "It's raining so hard and you're looking for Changji?"

He smiled without saying a word, and then followed the attendant into the house.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and Rao is a lot wet with my umbrella, not to mention the lunar eclipse, this is a fart worm, it has to follow wherever I go.

I finished my umbrella and went back to the bedroom, and before Changji noticed that I had sneaked out, I quickly changed into clean clothes and stayed in the house honestly. He was very strict with me, especially in the recent period, and repeatedly told me to stay in the room and not go out at will. I asked him why, and he just said that he was afraid that I would get sick in the rain. I said that the room was too stuffy, and I was not used to it, so he asked Hua Fu to urge me to learn to read the account book, God, this is not a human life. I'd rather sleep than look at any ledger.

Wu Pingqi left after less than half a cup of tea, and after a while, Changji was about to go out. Before leaving, I specially explained that I didn't have to wait for him to have dinner. I didn't have time to say a word, and he went out in a hurry, not knowing what to do.

Changji left, and he didn't come back for four or five days.

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I sat by the window and rolled up the curtains, looking at the rain-soaked loquat trees in the courtyard, the apricot petals scattered all over the ground, and the few suspended partridges under the eaves. Looking at the picturesque scenery, I feel a little less humanly angry.

The lunar eclipse squatted beside me, and when I shook my head, the rain splashed and sprinkled my face.

I think I must have been so depressed that I wanted to write or paint on a whim. People, the most afraid of boredom, bored, even the most annoying and boring want to try.

Thinking like this, he really got up and went to the study.

Grinding the ink wet pen, spreading out the paper, but forgetting to write the pen, staring at the wolf with the eyes of the lunar eclipse, I don't know what to write.

The mind is turning over and over again - long pole long pole pole long pole......

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered a new word that has been circulating in Jiankang recently, so I put pen to paper.

Partridge day. Generations

Near the twilight, the new sorrow is new, and the cold pond is in late autumn.

But if you are young and floating, there is no white head in the world.

Gardenia Xie, hairpin sideburns, acacia handwritten bamboo paper soft.

Persuading the green mountains to be rocky for a long time, but leaving the reeds as tough as silk.

……

This is the word that Tao Ruo filled in the drunken life hall, and it has recently been spread in Jiankang City.

According to the analysis of the professional - Yu Gui, Tao Ruo must have broken up with a certain girl in the drunken life hall, when the two broke up, the girl walked chicly, but Tao Ruo couldn't let go, for this emotional injury was hit hard, and made a sour song that could not be on the elegant hall after drinking, in order to miss his lost love.

Probably Tao Ruo is famous, although there are no good sentences for this word, but because of his identity as Tanhualang, it can also be widely spread, causing those literati to comment on the chapters, pick up the words word by word, and repeatedly scrutinize.

Although I don't know if this story is true or not, but this affair happened to Tao Ruo, why do I think it's so funny.

I think that not everyone who is frustrated in love can become a person who can write sour poems, in order to vent the anguish in his heart, he can write like a surge of thoughts, and write brilliantly.

For example, I am also frustrated in love, but I can't learn Tao Ruo to write a miserable and miserable poem to relieve my inner sorrow, and I held it for a long time and wrote two words! I had no choice but to copy.

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Before I knew it, I spent half a day in the study, copied a poem, and took a nap. Although there are no major achievements, compared to the past when I slept with books, I still have made great progress today.

Seeing that it was getting late, and I didn't have any intention of coming out to eat, Duobu came to call me.

When I saw her come in, I quickly put down the pen in my hand and led her to see my masterpiece.

"You wrote this?"

I was very proud, and boasted to myself: "The writing is good, Hao Fuzi once said that I am talented and intelligent, and I am a material that can be made." My talent is not boastful. Look, I have a good hand, the ink is appropriate, and the pen is vigorous and powerful...... In another three or five years, I am afraid that I will be among the ranks of everyone and become a generation of talented women, and in the future, I will be able to make money by selling words. ”

Duobu was still happy at the beginning, and cast an admiring glance at me, and after taking it over, his face instantly became heavy. She looked up, looked at me blankly, and said with a smile: "You locked yourself in your room for a day, and you wrote these words?" ”

I nodded like garlic.

"I've practiced my handwriting for so long, why is it still so ugly. Seven horizontal and eight vertical, one large and one small, not neat. Look at the lotus root character of this remnant, the strokes are not all together. And sideburns with sideburns......"

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, deflated all of a sudden, and sneered, "I knew I couldn't write well, but I tried my best."

Duobu bypassed me, walked over to the porcelain that was decorated with the painting, and pulled out a scroll of ink treasure that had been written in the past and spread it on the table, and she wanted me to see the real masterpiece. I looked down, and the first thing that caught my eye was a few small seals that penetrated the back of the paper, with a bit of casualness in the uprightness, and it was as elegant as others.

I commented insightfully: "There is the style of everyone."

In contrast, where can the words I write become words? Like the toddler who has just learned to write, stroke by stroke, crooked, even the strength of the pen is not well mastered, let alone in vain.

Duobu rolled his hand scroll, and told with a smile: "If you want to learn to write, you must first copy the little prince." His handwriting is beautiful, and he can also teach you on weekdays, saving you from scribbling. ”

I pursed my lips and muttered, "I can be self-taught, so I don't have to work hard for him."

Let Changji teach me how to write? Are you kidding. If he saw my handwriting, he would not have to laugh at me, let alone expect him to teach me by hand.

I'm brushing my pen and I'm going to write a little longer.

Duo Bu suddenly smiled and asked: "Why are you interested in practicing calligraphy today, didn't you say in the past that you don't want to read and write even if the knife is on your neck?" It is also said that those who drag the text and ink are the most boring, and if they have this time, it is better to play the leaf card. ”

When I heard this, my enthusiasm suddenly disappeared, I put down my pen and replied with a smile: "People can't always live like this lazy and unmotivated."

After a pause, he said, "Actually, I want to make myself a little better, good enough to be worthy of that person." I don't want to shake my head and sigh every time people talk about me, begging you how good you are, and how mediocre I am, how virtuous and talentless, and laugh at me for not being worthy of him. ”

Duobu opened his mouth slightly and was silent.

My heart was swirling, and I asked tentatively, "Do you think that my idea is stupid and stupid."

She lowered her eyes and fell silent again.

Duobu has always been smart and transparent, not as rough as me, although she has never been married, but she seems to be very insightful about emotional matters, and has her own opinions. In the past, her admonitions to me were one set of another, and every time she hit the nail on the head, I was stunned. But now she is silent, and she seems unwilling to mention me a thing or two, which makes me very disappointed.

……

When I returned to my room, I removed the decoration at will, and fell asleep for two or three hours, until the lights came on at night, and then I got up sleepily to forage for food. Recently, somehow, I always feel unwell and tired all the time. I still want to sleep, my appetite is small, and no matter how delicious the food is placed in front of me, I can't arouse the slightest appetite.

I casually put on a dress and went out of the inner room, and Changji sat in a small place there, with a scroll in his hand, and studied intently. Looking up, the meal had already been prepared, and there were two pairs of chopsticks next to the rice bowl. I was overjoyed, and I suddenly felt my index finger open. It's really the unappetizing sentence I said before I slapped my face.

Changji saw me coming excitedly, sat down, stared at the saliva of the food, and looked like a hungry ghost pounced on food, so he couldn't help but tease me: "Are you being chased by a wolf?" ”

I laughed and didn't dismiss his jokes.

"You're going to the stove?" He frowned, looking at my right hand holding the chopsticks with disgust.

My hand stopped in the air, and I looked at him blankly, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Changji said: "You turn your hand over." ”

I obediently turned over my palm, and the palm was black, full of ink marks.

It was so embarrassing that I couldn't laugh anymore. The roots of the ears were slightly red, and Shicai had been paying attention to the back of his hand, but he had never noticed that the palm was stained with ink.

Seeing this, Duobu quickly brought me water and soap to wash my hands.

I lowered my head and washed my hands, feeling uncomfortable, I always felt that Changji's gaze had been glued to me, and I couldn't help but feel nervous, I washed it a few times, and there were faint ink marks on my hands.

"Don't wash it, it will subside tomorrow." Long pole road.

"Hmm." I nodded nonchalantly, quickly drying my hands.

I can finally move my chopsticks.

I glanced at Changji quietly.

He looked back indifferently.

"Where did you go? It took so long to come back. I whispered. After asking, I immediately felt that it was inappropriate, and this sentence really shouldn't be said. But I was expecting his answer. I eat with my head bowed, and it tastes like chewing wax. I muttered, "You've been so busy lately that you can't see anyone all day, I really don't know what has to happen to you." You say, I haven't had a good meal with you in a long time. ”

Chang lowered his eyebrows, stopped throwing his cup, and just said lightly: "From the Imperial History Academy." If the country of Lu wants to belong to Nanzhan, there are many things to be busy with in the Taishi Academy. Lately, I've probably been coming home late, so don't wait for me to eat. ”

I poured out all the words that had been pent up for a long time, and this one was enough time for a stick of incense.

Changji listened silently, his expression was neither salty nor light.

At last, when I had nothing to say, I stopped, stared at him, and waited for him to say something.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't say anything.