Chu Yu will never forget the heavy snow when he first entered the imperial capital three years ago, and it was raised one after another, as if all the grievances in the world had been exhausted, and the white and dazzling pale sky seemed to be scattered memories to be picked up when he came back again three years later. Chu Yu stepped on the snow, indifferently watching the sparse and sparse people coming and going in the imperial capital, and the snow fell on her green silk and her eyebrows. The imperial capital is really a good place, whether it is separation or reunion, people can get used to it, as if the imperial doctor is used to seeing the waves of life and death. She looked up at the plum blossoms in the courtyard of the house at the entrance of the alley, still in full bloom and leaned out of the yard, and with a light sun, it was an apricot blossom, but the apricot blossoms had never bloomed in the snow. Chu Yu came to the appointment in advance, because she couldn't wait for the old man who opened the peach blossom wine for her in Jiangnan anymore. Chu Yu followed his memory into Qinghuan Building, and he was a frequent visitor here three years ago. Three years later, this is where I want to come the most. Chu Yu took off his coat, called Xiao Er to serve two pots of tea, and watched silently as the storyteller was patting on the stage and talking about those clichés. Whose high-ranking official accepted a few concubines, whose son-in-law had any secret diseases, the scholar fell in love with the young lady in the pavilion and taught people to elope......

Half a cup of tea was cool, and the storyteller slapped the fold, then said a word, and lowered his hand and went off the stage. This brings us to the next story.

It is said that when he entered Kyoto a few years ago, he put war posts everywhere in Kyoto, and invited his peers to compete with each other, and the people who did not measure their own strength finally achieved a reputation, and it is said that those three days of talking insiders disdained to go to war, but the people who were mixed with fish and dragons came to pass, and Bai Trance somehow talked endlessly, and his mouth was like a river for three days and three nights. He made a name for himself in Kyoto, and quickly settled in Kyoto. I saw him slowly walking up to the stage, his smile was much colder, and after saying a few routines, he smiled at the excerpt, made a compilation with both hands, and said, "Today, the whole country is dying together, and the kid will rest for a few days. With that, he walked off the stage, his steps a little desolate. The atmosphere of the teahouse was suddenly cold, all the officials present were dressed in plain clothes, the wind blew a few white lanterns inside and outside the hall, outside the teahouse, there was a vast white snow, and the previous laughter also withered in the cold wind, cooling slowly like this tea. It's almost spring, and the monarch's favorite Nine Emperor Princes have passed away, and the whole country is mourning. Chu Yu shook the teacup, the green ant new brew wine, the red clay small stove, the late day is snowy, can you drink a cup of no? Three years ago, I said that I would come to see the deceased in three years, but I didn't expect to become a deceased person. When I came to the imperial capital again, there was no one who could accompany me to drink two sips of wine and say a few condolences. You see, this life is a lifetime, tossing and turning, and that's it. Look at this spring day that should be festive, but it has become so sad because of your Xiao Qingju. I thought it was going to be a big deal, and it shouldn't have ended so badly.

Listen, the nursery rhymes in the streets and alleys are praising you, the bright colors are heavy in the world, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Chu Yu raised his head, and the white snow like catkins fell into his eyes, and sighed, you are also famous in Kyoto.

When I walked out of the small teahouse, it was getting late, but the snow had not stopped, Chu Yu was white and melted into the snow, and at the corner of the alley, the plum blossoms were still in full bloom, and I saw the shallow smile of the old man in a trance, which was so beautiful that people cried inexplicably.

In the depths of the alley, someone came from the snow, dressed in azure clothes. Lowering his eyes, he arched his hand, "Girl, please stay, my son-in-law has a letter to give to the girl, and I hope to enlighten my family." Chu Yu raised his hand and opened the envelope, and the handwriting in his eyes was vaguely inky. Just one line, "Let's go to Moliu." “

Chu Yu sneered. "Thank you for me." Yes, Su Gongzi's Su Chang is back, Xiao Qingjue, you are happy. With that, he stumbled into the depths of the snow. It's a good sentence to go and don't look back, Master Su, after all, you are the one who loses Ah Jiu! Xiao Qingjue, you can't ask for it, and what you are thinking about here is just a spring dream.

Many years later, Chu Yu held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the bluestone slab again, and the rain splashed on the bluestone slab and bloomed flowers. Years ago, Haruwan, which had been popular in most of Kyoto, had long since lost its color, and she looked up to see that the plaque had fallen and the rotten gate was also vulnerable to the wind and rain. This is the place where the Ninth Prince single-handedly made the inconspicuous her popular, and it used to be as crowded as any place in the bustling part of Kyoto, singing and singing at night, but in the end it also decayed and depressed because of the taboo of the Ninth Prince's death. The troupe has long since dispersed, the girls in the building have not known where to go, and the spectators are even more guests in the water, and no one has long been concerned. Chu Yu stood in the rain for a long time, she still remembered the sound of the raindrops falling on the eaves and the sound of the steps of the ninth prince walking through the courtyard that year, some things have passed, and they have never returned, as if they have never happened.

Later, Chu Yu lit a stick of incense every year on the sacrifice day of the ninth prince in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and told the story of Ah Jiu who didn't have time to read it...... "I heard that the princess's mansion has long been lost when the princess was martyred, and the princess's mansion has been transformed into a platform for dignitaries to enjoy the flowers and the moon. The eldest prince was finally canonized as the crown prince and ascended to the throne, and Bao Wei also got his wish and became the only queen, but over the years, Xiao Zai has been firmly seated in the position of the holy lord and has always begged for peace on the frontier, and the team of relatives has filled the palace with beautiful women again and again. Only the girl didn't want to lose to others back then, and she couldn't tolerate the slightest damage to her own fulfillment in her eyes, but she didn't know that the grass on the grave of the girl was higher than the desolation of Queen Wei in the high court. The general's daughter went to the frontier and never returned, and there is no story of who and who here. In the end, the prince was promoted to become the prime minister, and I don't know what the emperor thinks in his heart......" After that, Chu Yu sneered, "You must love to listen to me say that he is the most, Su Zhan has not married a wife yet, he has only adopted a boy, and he loves him very much, and he looks a little like what you looked like when you were young, I think...... You should be reluctant to listen to it anymore. ”