In came a high-spirited, Zhilan jade tree brocade clothed boy, jade wipe forehead, Fengyue place everyone holds a fan or wears a sachet, only he is equipped with a blue sheath sword, and his water-blue Lingzhi pattern clothes, but suitable.

The drunkard and high rollers who came and went, only his eyebrows were quite clear, and there was not much turbidity. He came in generously, but he seemed to be naturally idle, not rude, and exuded a kind of nobility. Silver saddle white horse, smiling and falling flowers.

Seeing him come in, Jiang Yue left without saying a word...... The scene was very awkward at one point.

Fortunately, the young man is also a hearty person, and he stepped forward with a smile:

"The beautiful scenery of a good day, how can Brother Tai drink here alone?"

"The long night is lonely, so I come here for pastime." Jun Wu raised his fan and pretended to be surprised, "Do you recognize me?" ”

Drama spirit, Ah Qing silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and arched his leg again.

"The name of the childless son has long been passed down by word of mouth, who doesn't know about the painting boat, who doesn't know?" The young man didn't recognize his life, so he poured himself a glass of wine with a smile, drank it all, and then signaled.

Jun Wu smiled and returned a toast, and the atmosphere gradually became lively at this time: "I don't know the name of Brother Tai? ”

"Little brother Lin Zheng." The young man smiled warmly, and sat upright like a pine, and at first glance he knew that he was a posture that had been trained by the family.

"Miss Xue Ji is unparalleled in beauty, and no son asks for a beautiful woman with 10,000 taels of gold, and it is rumored that it is a good story, and the spring night is short, why did you snub her?"

"Haha," Jun Wu laughed loudly, and his big hand took the opportunity to pinch Ah Qing's flesh twice, "She has a weak body, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it." ”

This person is really, shameless! He seemed to sense what Ah Qing was thinking, and took the opportunity to knead her fox fur a few more times.

"Why don't I introduce a few beauties to my son?"

"No, it's enough for me to have it." He pretended to be "loving" and touched her fur again, grandma's! This girl must be deliberately taking advantage!

"This little fox is very cute." Lin Zheng approached and wanted to touch her, but was frightened back by her mouth full of fangs.

"Little thing, it's quite a big temper." Jun Wu smiled deeply and nodded the tip of her nose.

"I saw the folding fan in the hand of the son, the fan surface is neat, the bones are thin, and the inscription is quite in the style of everyone, can you borrow it and take a look?"

You didn't hand it over at will.

"The pen is vigorous, wide open, and properly retracted...... This inscription is rich and introverted, and it is self-contained...... Wonderful, wonderful. The young man sighed with a fan, "I don't know where the son came from?" ”

"Hand-made by the teacher, handwritten."

"This skill cannot be reached without the accumulation of decades, and presumably the master is also a generation."

"Yamano Villager, it's not a name." Jun Wuyi laughed at it, as if he was deliberately talking in a fog.

Just as Ah Qing took advantage of their conversation to return to their human form and change into men's clothes, and planned to sneak away, Jun Wuyuan called indoors:

"Brother Qin, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come!"

Ah Qing was so angry that she wanted to scold her mother. turned around and put on a bright smile, and squeezed out a sentence: "Brother Tai has been waiting for a long time." ”

It's really a smile on his face, and his mother sells criticism in his heart.

Seeing her come in, Lin Zheng enthusiastically opened the topic: "Just now, my son and I are talking about the inscription on this surface, I don't know what Brother Qin thinks?" ”

Ah Qing glanced at it, she didn't understand the words of this dynasty very well, but the painting was a good painting, and casually commented: "It's just average." ”

Lin Zheng looked at her in disbelief, looking very suspicious of her level of appreciation, Jun Wu smiled even deeper, and watched her come arrogantly without turning his eyes for a moment.

Anyway, he was caught by him, so he simply messed around and broke his face. She picked up Jun Wu's wine glass without care, drank most of the remnants in the glass, grabbed a few handfuls of dishes and stuffed them into her mouth, and chewed them without skin or skin, not caring about her image at all. Lin Zheng frowned and looked at her, as if he was wondering how Wu Gongzi could make such a vulgar friend.

The young man spoke again, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I don't know what Brother Qin can do?" ”

That's what he's waiting for. Ah Qing smiled heartily, and then raised his hand to drink a few glasses, and his body and mind were drunk.

It's raining outside. The thunder roared, the rain sounded like a waterfall, the river center flower boat swayed, the floating yarn was like smoke, and the fire in the hollow lampshade was in danger. The singing and dancing in the boat is full of red dust. No drinker was worried about the rainstorm and no girl was so frightened that she gave up laughing. The background board of lightning seems to separate the scene in front of you from the whole world, and the end is coming. A good dream of the spring night, indulge in the romance of death.

Ah Qing staggered to his feet, but listened to the raindrops on the top like beans, bursting and knocking on the felt shed. Under this sparse and vague voice, she raised her wine glass, shallow and less than a glass, her face was so thick that she was about to get drunk, she casually pulled out her sword from Lin Zheng's waist, and recited aloud: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Yue frost and snow." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a line for thousands of miles. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. …… The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. ……”

Dressed in white, but unexpectedly uninhibited, such heroic poetry and spirit were stacked on her body at this moment, slowly steaming in the candlelight and wine. This spirit infected others, making them feel that floating life is just a small flower boat under their feet, and the world is just like the pouring of silver beans in the sky.

The water in the heart of the river is splashing, the silver beans are poured, and countless crisp and sparse rain sounds are hit, the world is far away, the scene of a hundred years is just like this, this day, this river, this boat.