At the end of August, the water of the Qiupu River rose rapidly, and the flood season had passed for some time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The water of the info river is slowly receding, the weeping willows on both sides of the Qiupu River are gently swaying in the evening breeze, and a young man who looks like a scholar is hurriedly walking on the bank. Seeing that the sun was about to set, he quickened his pace.

On the banks of the Qiupu River is the town of Wuling. Wuling is less than 100 miles from Tsuen Wan.

The man was carrying a package that looked heavy, and he had obviously been gone for a long time. The pace is getting more and more faltering.

In front is the famous Baochan Temple in Wuling Town. Baochan Temple is a temple with a history of several hundred years, the incense is vigorous all the year round, and the good men and women of ten miles and eight towns come here to pray for God and worship Buddha. After walking all day, this night, he has no other place to go, so it is better to stay overnight in Baochan Temple.

Baochan Temple has closed the mountain gate, the man knocked on the temple door, a small novice came out and opened the door, asked the origin, let the man enter the Baochan Temple.

This man is from Hangzhou, surnamed Nie, and his name is Yuanhang. He is a student at Hangzhou Academy of Fine Arts. He came to Wuling to sketch. The scenery on both sides of the Akiura River is truly beautiful. It attracted many literati and artists to stop.

After asking about the situation, the abbot of Baochan Temple arranged for him to live in a meditation room that had not been lived in for a long time, which used to be inhabited by a monk in the temple. The meditation room has been uninhabited and cleaned for a long time, and there is a foul musty smell.

Nie Yuanhang opened the window to breathe, and outside the meditation room was the bamboo garden. The bamboo shadow is swaying under the night, and the bright moon is in the sky, but it does not lose a beautiful picture. Nie Yuanhang stood against the window, looking at this beautiful scenery and couldn't help but be stunned.

In the bamboo garden under the moonlight, the bamboo leaves are green, the bamboo shadow is dashing, and there is a girl leaning on the bamboo shadow in the distance, looming. The girl wore a white skirt, pink embroidered shoes, and two braids, which were slightly tied with pink ribbons. The girl's face is as white and tender as snow, a pair of big eyes sparkle in the night, a little red lips like red plums in the snow, and a beautiful mole between the eyebrows is particularly conspicuous. The girl looked at Nie Yuanhang with resentment in her eyes, as if a tear was about to burst out of her eyes.

Nie Yuanhang was stunned, what a beautiful woman! It's like coming out of a painting.

But how could there be such a woman in the temple in the middle of the night?

Nie Yuanhang called out through the window: "Girl, why are you here alone at such a late hour?" ”

The girl was stunned, looked at Nie Yuanhang and was silent for a long time, and slowly turned around and disappeared. Nie Yuanhang was in a hurry, walked out of the meditation room quickly, and came to the bamboo garden to look carefully, where is there still the shadow of the girl! But what about people? Where did it go? Nie Yuanhang was surprised.

How can a girl run so fast? Where can she go in the middle of nowhere?

Nie Yuanhang, who returned to the meditation room, couldn't sleep for a long time. He simply sat up and took out his sketchpad, pen and paper. Soon, a delicate girl appeared on the drawing board, with a white dress, pink embroidered shoes, braids, fan belts, and a beautiful mole. The girl I had just seen was on the canvas in a moment.

After dropping the last stroke, Nie Yuanhang felt sleepy, put down the pen and fell asleep, the open window blew in a cool breeze, the paper on the drawing board was blown slightly by the cool breeze, and the girl on the paper flickered more as if she was alive.