The late summer breeze and clouds are a little lazy, and the clear blue sky is reflected in the isolated East Garden, adding a bit of a cozy atmosphere. The sunlight shallow through the window into the study, long lost its original scorching, leaving only a warm glow.

It is like the shallow light of the clouds.

Han Chu looked at him calmly, and his thoughts were still stuck on the word "out of Xiu". After a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and unfolded it in front of Feng Zhiyun.

On the paper is a long poem entitled "Zhu String Break":

"The wind and moon are full of mistakes, and they often listen to welcome and coquettish.

Suddenly hearing the fragrance of the beauty, the four ministers sighed.

Thinking of the sound of the concubine's ring, so far around the beam tactfully.

Flowing water and falling flowers spread to Xiangpu, and hibiscus wept and smiled at pandan.

The exquisitely seven tricks should be like this, and the heart is broken.

People's hearts value profit and despise cheapness, and it is difficult to be lonely and floating in the world.

I have been saving the piano and flute from the fate, and you will go to the nine clouds to play the clouds.

There is no infatuation in the world, and the immortal voice of the Suspension Sect is dry. ”

There is also a small note at the end of the poem - "Drunken Hualou was shocked to hear that the first fragrance of Han died and died with feelings." ”

Yun Ci read this poem carefully and sighed: "Although Ping Qian is not very rhyming and fighting, it is better than true feelings, and it is also a good poem." ”

After that, he muttered the name in the small note, looked at Han Chu, who had been standing next to the bookcase, and asked, "Han Chu is a girl in a green building?" ”

Han Chu nodded silently.

Yun Ci saw that her face was full of concern, and she was a little puzzled: "What do you want to say?" ”

Han Chu pondered for a moment, pointed to the word "save", and asked silently.

Yun Ci immediately understood: "This word is pronounced as 'thousand', which means lacking. ”

Han Chu had a somewhat moved look on his face, and his lips opened slightly, and he silently said three words: "Little Marquis?" ”

Yun Ci shook his head: "Zi Feng is a Wei stele, and the font is vigorous and elegant; This poem is written in a changing manner, and it should be written in cursive, not by Zifeng. ”

He glanced down at the poem in his hand again, and continued: "What's more, it says 'I have my own fate to save the qin and flute', but as far as I know, Zifeng can't blow the flute. ”

When Han Chu heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed on his face, and he fell silent again.

Seeing this, Yun Ci explained: "In fact, although Zifeng is romantic, he is not a literati. He has good kung fu, if it weren't for the heart of Wenchang Hou Aizi, he would have been sent to the army for training. I heard that Emperor Tongsheng admired his military insights very much, so he accepted him as the son of a moth. ”

After Yun Ci finished speaking, he saw that Han Chu was still looking at the poem in his hand in a daze, so he smiled and handed it back to her: "You girls are all sad and sad, and you used to cry for two or three days when you read the book lightly. However, I think this poem is written, and it is really a regrettable affair of a talented and beautiful woman. ”

Han Chu didn't hear Yun Ci's words, he still lowered his eyes, and his mind had already shifted to this song "Zhu Xian Break".

Since this poem was not written by Shen Yu, who could it be? Han Chu remembered Shen Yu's unexplained annoyance last night, and he also mentioned that he met Helian Qi when he went to the banquet.

But Han Chu can be sure that this poem was not written by Helianqi. She has been with him for half a year, and she knows him a little, although Helian Qi is elegant and good at music, but he is not good at musical instruments.

Han Chu's mind turned a few times, but in the end he still found a pen and paper, and wrote to Yun Ci: "Which child in Jingzhou City is good at flute? ”

Yun Ci glanced at Han Chu's question and replied frankly: "I am not from Jingzhou, and I have little contact with the family of the minister, so I don't know. ”

At this point, another name popped up in his mind, and he added with a light smile: "However, the Nine Emperors of Nanxi are good at flute, but the world knows it." His name is 'Nie Peixiao', and he really wears the flute every day, never leaving him. ”

Nie Peixiao, the Nine Emperor Princes? Could it be him? If Hanchu is not mistaken, on the day she was listed, the Nine Emperor Princes went to the scene under a pseudonym, and they were bound to win it. But at that time, she was full of thoughts on Helian Qi, so she insisted on choosing that person as the guest of the scene. Fortunately, the Nine Emperors are also very personable and do not force each other with power.

It has been half a year since this incident, and Han Chu has never heard of the name of the Nine Emperor Princes again. Could it be that the poem that Shen Yu brought back last night could be written by him?

It's just that, I still don't think about the person who wrote the poem, and now that "Han Chu" is dead, she is already "out of Xiu".

Thinking of this, Han Chu couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and look at the poem in his hand again.

"The wind and the moon are full of mistakes, and they often listen to welcome and coquettish." For some reason, seeing this sentence, Han Chu actually felt the emptiness of the poet, and presumably that person also knew that most of the pastimes between the ministers were hypocritical and flattering.

Han Chu suddenly wanted to hear Yun Ci's opinion on this poem, so he wrote again: "I want to ask you to comment on this poem." As he spoke, he handed the poem to Yun Ci.

Yun Ci did not refuse, and took the poem and said: "'Flowing water and falling flowers spread to Xiangpu, and hibiscus weeps and smiles at Xianglan. The seven tricks of Linglong should be like this, and the heart will be broken by Wushan'. These four sentences can be regarded as a very high evaluation of Hanchu's piano skills, which can lead people to infinite reverie. ”

Yun Ci seems to be a casual comment, but there is no lack of seriousness: "But if you want to talk about true feelings, it is still the last four sentences." This is the image of a bosom friend, and he also worships the sound of the piano at the beginning of Han as a fairy sound. ”

"When my generation of onlookers read this poem, they all sighed. If Han Chu was still alive, he would have been greatly moved. Yun Ci finally sighed to Han Chu: "Look at it, if this poem is circulated in the future, the last four sentences will definitely be regarded as a good story by the world." ”

After tasting himself, he asked Han Chu with a smile: "Which one do you like?" ”

Han Chu came back to her senses and saw that Yun Ci's eyes were as clear as a spring, with two deep and shallow waves, but somehow, it made her heart ripple with a trace of strangeness. She was stunned for a moment before she remembered Yun Ci's question, and pointed to one of the sentences on the paper-

"People's hearts value profit and despise cheapness, and it is difficult to be lonely and floating in the world."

Knowing Han Chu's answer, Yun Ci frowned slightly, and looked at her with a little thoughtfulness.

Han Chu calmly met Yun Ci's gaze, his lips pursed slightly, and he said something.

Yun Ci understood, what she said was: "If Han Chu was alive, he would also choose this sentence." ”

For a woman in a green house, this is indeed the case. Yun Ci nodded in agreement: "In this way, this poet is really Hanchu's bosom friend." ”

yes! It's indeed her bosom friend! A word stabbed her wound, dripping with blood and miserable.

Han Chu asked himself if he was a lady from a high-ranking family, he would definitely not be toyed with and spurned by others. Even if she is a civilian woman from a good family, she can raise eyebrows with her husband. But I was born in the land of fireworks......

People's hearts value profit and despise cheapness, and it is difficult to be lonely and floating in the world. That's a really good saying. Especially from the hands of the children of the minister, it is even more rare.

Although the past is unbearable, seeing this poem, Han Chu also feels a little comforted. I don't want to have the opportunity to see this poet in this life, even if I see it in the future, even if I don't know each other.

Thinking about it, Han Chu only felt that his eyes were a little swollen, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour. Her hand holding the poem gradually tightened, along with her broken heart. That heart has been completely trampled by the frivolous human feelings on the Fengyue field.

Han Chu sniffed and silently put this poem into his sleeve. Her appearance as a little daughter fell in Yun Ci's eyes, in exchange for his comfort: "Life is already short, why do you need to pity yourself for the suffering of others?" ”

Han Chu looked at Yun Ci when he heard this, and his eyes were already filled with tears.

Yun Ci still thinks that Han Chu is like a light heart, and he can't see the life and death of his crazy children to be so sad.

He sighed lightly, and patiently comforted her: "If Han Chu is alive, he can't get this song "Zhu Xian Breaking". It was her death that won this bosom friend. It can be seen that all the poignant things in the world are condensed by human life and blood and tears, so if you think about it, it is okay not to have it. ”

Hearing this, Han Chu was silent again. Yes, if she really wants to die in exchange for someone who understands her, Han Chu would rather live alone.

She has never been a sad little woman, since Qin'er's death, she has cherished life more than anything.

Yun Gongzi is indeed right - "All the poignant things in the world are made up of human life and blood and tears, so if you think about it, it's okay if you don't have it." Wasn't her angry act that night in response to this sentence?

At least to this extent, Yun Gongzi can be regarded as her bosom friend in disguise. It's just this bosom friend, Yun Gongzi gave it to Xiu, not Han Chu.

Thinking about it, Han Chu was even more embarrassed, so he wrote again: "It is a miracle that you can find a pair of people who know each other in this world. ”

When she wrote this sentence, she used all her heart, and the joys and sorrows of the past, and the frustrations of the scenery seemed to be full of them, which can be regarded as a farewell to the past experience.

"Miracle ......" Yun Ci took his gaze away from the paper and slowly looked at Han Chu.

Sometimes things are so mysterious. Many have been friends all their lives, and they have never known each other; And some people just talk for a while, and it's too late to meet each other.

"The white head is as new as new, and the cover is the same" is about this truth. At such a moment, silently reciting the sentence written by Han Chu, something grew in the bottom of my heart, moisturizing things silently, like someone.

The coming noon had made the sun a little stronger, and it had draped the mute girl in front of her with a golden veil. Yun Ci suddenly felt that this girl had become dazzling, and for a moment, it seemed to stab him in the eyes, colorful and dazzling.

Maybe it stabbed somewhere in the atrium.

But Yun Ci didn't realize what it was, and only thought to himself that this scene would remain in his vivid memory today.

As for the word "acquaintance", it is too heavy and not everyone in the world can bear it. Especially for a rich and short-lived person like him, don't think about it.

Yun Ci forced himself to retract his thoughts and stop thinking about those illusory things, but he couldn't take his gaze back. He looked at Han Chu, and suddenly remembered the first encounter the night before.

The plain girl in the misty night, facing the beautiful scenery of the garden resolutely Shen Qin, the picture is like a delicate beauty picture, peerless and moving.

There was a sentence that he wanted to ask her at that time. At this moment, I finally asked in hindsight......