Yu Youwei took the last bite of mung bean cake, thanked the sisters, and walked home.

The drizzle stopped at some point, and the droplets of water left over from the rain baptism on the eaves dripped from time to time to make a crackling sound. Because the rain stopped, on the way back, I met many people who went to Xiyuan. These people are dressed in brocade and jade belts, and they are dressed in gorgeous clothes. Judging from the other jade pendants on the waist alone, it is not a high-ranking official, but a prince and grandson.

When they saw the returning Yu Youwei, they all looked up and down with their eyes, probably to see that this girl was the legendary "poetry boy" Yu Youwei in Chang'an. Some of them couldn't help but smile at the corners of their mouths, thinking that even if this talented girl was famous, in the end she would just become the object of their teasing and playing.

Yu Youwei didn't look back at those eyes, and her steps under her feet couldn't help but speed up.

As soon as she walked back to her yard, she saw a man talking to her mother. She couldn't help but stop, this man was about 40 years old, although he was not good-looking from a distance, wearing green clothes and black hats, but the temperament exuded by his body was not comparable to ordinary people.

Yu Youwei was looking at it intently, and suddenly heard her mother call her name, "Huilan, come here." ”

Yu Youwei hurriedly reacted, and saw that the man and her mother were looking at her, and hurriedly walked over.

The mother took Yu Youwei's hand with a doting face and introduced to her: "This is the famous poet Wen Tingyun in Chang'an, haven't you ever read his poems!" ”

Yu Youwei was shocked when she heard her mother's words, and then went to take a closer look at this famous and famous Chang'an genius with great poetry. I saw that he had sword eyebrows, tiger eyes, garlic nose, thin face and thick lips, and really had a face similar to a rakshasa as rumored. But just such an ugly-looking person wrote that gorgeous and brilliant poem.

"This Lord Wen came here to meet you on purpose!" The mother fish was full of joy

Hearing this, Yu Youwei hurriedly saluted Wen Tingyun, "The folk girl Youwei has seen adults. "Even though she is famous in the ocean, her talent and learning are like fireflies on the ground and the bright moon in the sky. And how can he let him visit in person?

"I have long heard that there is a little poet boy in the west of the city, who wrote poems at the age of 7 and wrote wonderful flowers. I'm here to visit you today. ”

"Now in the twilight of spring, the catkins are dancing and playing with tourists. Huilan, can you write a poem with the theme of riverside willows? ”

Yu Youwei heard him call his name gently and kindly, and her heart warmed unconsciously, and she hurriedly said: "It's okay, please wait a while." With that, he turned around and went inside the house and took out a pink note.

The two of them sat under the apricot blossom tree in the courtyard, and when the fish mother saw that it was inconvenient to disturb her, she turned around and went into the house to continue sewing clothes.

Yu Youwei put her hand on her cheeks and thought about it carefully, and the corners of her mouth would not hook a sweet smile. Quickly bow your head and raise your pen to write, and in a moment a poem leaps onto the page. She put down the pen in her hand, held it in both hands and carefully handed it to Wen Tingyun, who was sitting opposite.

Wen Tingjun was amazed at the speed at which she wrote poetry, but she didn't expect a 10-year-old girl to be able to write poetry so smoothly. When he took the pink note, it was written in fine block letters

The emerald color is even the barren shore, and the smoke enters the distant building.

The shadow paves the spring water, and the flowers fall on the fisherman's head.

The root is an old Tibetan fish hole, and the bottom of the branch is a passenger boat.

Xiao Xiao's stormy night, frightening dreams add to sorrow.

After reading this poem, Wen Tingyun looked at the girl with the remnants of apricot blossoms on her head, and thought that this poem is a rare and excellent work in terms of words, rhyme, and artistic conception. This woman has such talents, she must be extraordinary. But looking at the dilapidated thatched cottages around and listening to the warbler songs and laughter from the West Garden, I couldn't help but regret that if this woman was born in a famous family, she would be able to play better.

"Why don't I teach you how to compose poetry?" Wen Tingyun put down the flower note in her hand and looked at Yu Youwei with a smile.

When Yu Youwei heard him say this, she jumped up from her position in surprise, "My lord, is this true?" ”

"It's true, would you?"

"How can you not want to, Hui Lan will not disgrace the master's repentance!"

Since then, Wen Tingyun has often been in and out of Yu Youwei's home, pointing out poems for her and teaching her the skills in poetry. Wen Tingyun not only does not charge her tuition, but from time to time she will do her best to help the poor Yu family.

Yu Youwei slowly opened her heart to this master, and the two talked about life from poetry, without the slightest age barrier. The relationship between them is that of master and apprentice, but like friends.

Yu Youwei felt that with the master's teaching and subsidy, life would get better and better. It's a pity that it didn't take long for the fish mother to become ill due to years of fatigue and die. This is undoubtedly a blow to Yu Youwei, who lost her father at a young age. The death of her mother, who depended on each other, made Yu Youwei haggard. This grief is something that she, a child in her teens, can bear. Fortunately, thanks to Wen Tingyun's company, she was able to slowly come out of her grief and slowly learn to live independently.

Due to the death of her parents one after another, Yu Youwei became more dependent on Wen Tingyun, the only one around her, but slowly this master-apprentice relationship changed.

Yu Youwei, who has never been in the world, has never realized her own feelings, but how could Wen Tingyun, who has lived for more than 40 years, not feel the first opening of this burning girl's love. He didn't dare to respond, and he didn't want to respond.

How can this relationship with a huge difference in age be accommodated by this world, not to mention that Yu Youwei is still a young and beautiful girl, and she will have a colorful life. How can he be implicated with himself, an ugly-looking man who is half a hundred years old.

Wen Tingyun has always controlled his feelings well within the boundaries between master and apprentice and friends, and he did not dare to cross it at all.

Until Wen Tingyun was going to Xiangyang, Hubei, to assassinate Shi Xu Jian's staff. Before leaving Chang'an, Wen Tingyun gave Yu Youwei a white and flawless jade pendant as a gift of master and apprentice.

Yu Youwei has been accompanied by Wen Tingyun for several years, and suddenly the person who accompanied her left all of a sudden, and she couldn't help but feel melancholy and longing in her heart. Because of this parting, she began to realize that her inner feelings were no longer the relationship between master and apprentice.

The scorching summer has passed, the autumn breeze is getting cooler, and the autumn mood is getting stronger. The girls in Xiyuan have already changed into slightly thick autumn clothes, but this has not been able to cover their generous status, and Xiyuan is still singing and dancing. Compared with the bustle of the West Garden, Yu Youwei's small courtyard is the autumn scene.

Yu Youwei sat at her desk, the window in front of her was open, and she could see the bright moon in the sky. The autumn wind blew the whole person slightly cool, but Yu Youwei, who was still wearing a gauze dress, couldn't feel anything. His eyebrows were tightly twisted, his eyes were looking at the jade pendant on the rice paper, and he was holding the brush in his hand and playing with it.

I don't know if the wood of the brush barrel was split or what's wrong, the stump went directly into the fingertips of Yu Youwei, who was playing with the pen. Yu Youwei suddenly exclaimed, twitched her hand, and the brush fell to the ground with a click. Beads of blood had already appeared on her fingertips, drip down her fingertips and onto the jade pendant placed on the table.

Yu Youwei froze, ignoring the wounds on her fingers, picked up the pen that fell on the ground, and wrote on the rice paper like a cloud

"Sending Feiqing Remotely"

The steps are chaotic, and the smoke is clear;

In the middle of the month, the neighbors are musical, and the mountains are bright upstairs.

The pillow is cool and the breeze is blowing, and the song is hateful;

Jijun is lazy to write a gift, and the substrate comforts the autumn love?