The autumn of San'in is getting thicker and thicker, and even the willow trees beside the road are no longer green in spring and summer, as if they are silently aging. When the autumn breeze rises quietly, thousands of wisps are swaying, and they are all golden tassels.

The stream on the side of the road is as clear as ever, and occasionally it is seen hanging into the water, and occasionally the fallen leaves are scattered. The gorgeous ox cart was parked in the depths of the willows, and the green ox did not pick its mouth, hanging a pair of curved horns and silently grazing on the grass by the river.

Wuqu with a knife sits on the wheel, and the pretty maid spreads a reed mat under a yellow willow, and the snow-white reed mat spreads in the green and yellow grass, the corners are uneven, and the pure hand brushes.

The entourage put on the low case and put the pen, ink and paper to study.

The maid knelt in the middle of the table, raised her eyebrows and called: "Lang Jun, the case seat has been ......"

"Shh

Wang Xizhi, who was dressed in black, turned his head, stretched out a finger and leaned against the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, and Ji'er turned his eyes to look at the river. He has just returned from Yuzhang Wang Dun's military mansion, among Qingjun's nephews in his life, Wang Dun is the most happy and loving to him, and every year at this time, he will be invited to Yuzhang military mansion to live in the moon. And Wang Dun's intentions, first, are: to show the Wang family that everything he does is for the family, and the family should support it; Both: Wang Dun really loves this extraordinary nephew and has the heart to cultivate.

The thousand-year-old family, although there are occasional infighting, but more of it is to help. If there is no strong family vein support, if there is no endless stream of elite children, sooner or later it will wither.

The river water is quiet, crystal clear, a group of white geese are pitching and playing in the water, when the neck is combed with feathers, the er'er waving wings and stepping on the waves, and even more leading the neck to sing. At this time, the red top, bare feet, and snow bodies set off each other, and the posture of the back and forth is different.

Wang Xizhi smiled, couldn't help but stretch out his right hand to hold the pen, half-squinted his eyes towards the goose in the river for a while, if you look closely at its trajectory, he is depicting the neck of the white goose.

Far away. There was a lone goose that twisted its head upside down and buried it in its back feathers, with a curved neck that he had never seen before.

I suspect that I have a poor view through the willow tree, so I picked up the corners of my robe and ran.

"Hiss ......"

Weeds and thorns tore the corners of his robe, but he ignored it, and focused on watching the geese, if he was not happy. Maybe such a strange state will be difficult to see again, won't it be too late to regret it?

The clogs were in a hurry, but the expression on his face was beaming.

As everyone knows, even if he ran fast, he was already a step slower, and when he ran closer, the goose leisurely poked out its feathers and sang loudly.

"Alas!"

You let out a long sigh, and her expression was gloomy. Absentmindedly walked back. Suddenly, the clogs under his feet were soft, and he inadvertently stepped on the sand and mud on the riverside, and his body suddenly stumbled, and then he planted it in the river.

"Ah, save, save......" Wang Xizhi waved his hands and swung them around, trying to stabilize his body. But where it is stable, it will be heard "plop!" "A bang. There was a splash in the river.

The maid covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Ah! Lang Jun fell into the water......"

Another maidservant cried out, "Ah! Lang Jun can't ...... water."

The entourage and Wu Qu were frightened, rushed into the forest, looked around, and saw a wisp of white scarf floating on the river in the distance, and their hearts were terrified: Lang Jun can't water, could it be that he has sunk?

The sharp-eyed maid pointed to the distance and exclaimed, "Where is it?" Where ......" In the grass on the shore, Wang Xizhi was desperately digging the water and wanted to go ashore, but because he was covered by willows and grass, he did not see it.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun ......"

"Lang Jun. Don't worry, don't be afraid......"

"Plop, plop!" There was a sound of water throwing.

"Lang Jun must not struggle, if he struggles again, he will be caught by the fish grass." Wuqu grabbed Wang Xizhi's hand and pulled it violently, but Wang Xizhi's foot was entangled in fish grass, and Wuqu wanted to plunge into the water to cut grass.

"Goo-goo-goo-......goo-

Wu Qu shouted: "Lang Jun, the villain has been offended!" "Clench your fists.

"Bump!"

Quiet!

After a while, Wang Xizhi woke up quietly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his own shadow reflected in the beautiful and clear eyes of the waiter, and suddenly found that the back of his neck was a little painful, and touched it with his hand.

Wu Qu knelt on the ground in a deep voice, prostrate his head, and said in a deep voice: "If you offend Lang Jun, please punish Lang Jun." ”

"That's it!"

Wang Xizhi shook his soaked robe, and saw a fisherman carrying a fishing rod passing by beside the road, raising his eyebrows and eyes suddenly brightened, and he caught up with the fisherman in a few big steps, pointed to the geese in the river, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask the fisherman, can you know who raised this goose?" ”

The fisherman looked at the ornate ox cart, bent over and replied, "It is owned by the old road in the mountains." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the lush green hills not far away.

"Breeze old ......"

Wang Xizhi stared at the green mountains, but saw that the mountains were clear and the forests were beautiful, and the white clouds were swirling, and there were clusters of birds sweeping from time to time, and asked: "Is there a view in the mountains?" ”

The fisherman looked up at the green mountain, crossed his waist and said with a smile: "The breeze in the Baiyun Mountain, the ancient pine trees are accompanied by cloud sleep, who said that the ancient snake thing, why not make a reed and envy the immortals ......"

"Wonderful!"

Wang Xizhi clapped his hands and praised, looked at the fisherman in front of him, and saw that he was carrying a pole with one hand, a waist with the other, and a three-inch black beard under his chin slowly spreading in the wind. At that moment, he shook his hands deeply: "Dare to ask who the fisherman is?" The kid has eyes and beads, but he doesn't know the face of Coats! ”

"Ah......h

The fisherman was startled, took two steps back, waved his hand, and said, "No, no, I'm not a master, I'm really a fisherman." ”

Wang Xizhi said: "How can the master be humble, if he doesn't have something on his chest, how can he make this poem!" ”

The fisherman shook his head and smiled: "Lang Jun mistakenly, this poem is not written by me, but in the past, when Huating Meihe passed through Baiyun Mountain to visit Qingfeng Lao Dao. ”

"Huating Meihe, Liu Zhanzhen?"

"However, Zhulian Shenghui, Huating Meihe, Drunken Moon Yuxian, Liu Zhanzhen ......"

"Zhan Zhen, everyone knows it!"

Wang Xizhi sighed sadly, and saw the fisherman carrying the fishing rod and going slowly, wearing a light reed coat, revealing half of the fishing rod, the sun on his head, stepping on the green bushes, and the golden weeping willows, so leisurely and leisurely, he suddenly touched his feelings and shouted loudly: "Slow!" ”

The fisherman turned around and said, "Lang Jun, what's the matter?" ”

Wang Xizhi waved his hand and said: "I am willing to give it away!" As he spoke, he ordered the maid to take out a calligraphy and painting and give it to the fisherman.

The fisherman looked at the scroll in his hand, as if he couldn't read it. frowned and said: "I'm not a master, why did Lang Jun give things away?" ”

Wang Xizhi's silkworm eyebrows flew, and he waved his wet sleeves and walked towards Baiyun Mountain, laughing as he walked: "Superior? Ambitious and far-reaching! The fisherman's fishing elephant is tall and far! ”

The fisherman stopped his entourage and asked, "Who is this?" ”

The attendant replied with a smile: "Langya Wang." Wang Yishao. As he spoke, he glanced at the calligraphy and painting in the fisherman's hand, and whispered: "If you are illiterate, you can sell it, it is worth a thousand gold!" After that, he chased Wang Xizhi away.

Langya Wang's family? Great General Wang Dun! The fisherman's expression was stunned, and there was a fragrant breeze on his side, and the pretty maid held the black clothes, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly. Biluo's skirt was covered with grass, and her voice seemed to be like a cry: "Lang Jun, why don't you change your clothes and visit again." ”

Wang Xizhi's body disappeared into the forest, and a loud voice came out: "My heart is like an arrow, straight into the top of the white clouds, how can I be stuck because of mundane things!" ”

"Wang Yishao?"

The fisherman's eyes disappeared with the group of warblers and Jianqu, frowning and thinking for a while. Suddenly, he suddenly realized, patted his forehead and smiled: "It was him." Zhu Lian shines, Wang Xizhi! It's really not a pearl! "Put the calligraphy and painting under his armpit, stride to the depths of the willow road with the fishing rod, and when he turns the road, a team of ox carts comes up, picking up the embroidered curtain. The young handsome woman smiled.

Bao Qianguang, Ge Zhichuan......

……

Willow-colored remnants, turquoise pools.

Moli held the big white cat in her arms, kneeling on the white reed mat by the pond and embroidering, half of the moonlight winter robe in her arms. Half of it was swaying on the low case, and seeing that winter was about to begin, she needed to prepare a new shirt for Xiao Langjun.

The robe is Huating's own high-quality mulberry hemp, and the embroidery is still begonia.

Lannu sat across from her, holding another robe and threading the needle silently.

Since returning to the Huating Liu family, Xianbei Ji changed out of the enchanting skirt and Langhuan jade pendant, dressed in the same way as ink glass, pink skirt, green silk shoes, as the Huating maid outfit.

Of course, the dress of the big maid in Huating is also different from that of other families, Liu Nong is not limited to the form, but the big steward has a fixed decision: the big maid can comb the fallen horse and coil the bun; can be worn with pink dill and flower dill skirts; wear green silk, blue silk, and fan shoes; It is not allowed to wear a pink skirt, because the little lady Yang likes this color; Do not wear the moonlight, because Xiao Langjun loves this color......

The pothos was wearing a flower skirt and waiting in the pavilion, Xiao Langjun was playing the piano slowly, the sound of the piano was melodious and shallow, as if the gentle autumn wind was not in a hurry. On the side of the pavilion, Laifu and Tang Lixiao stand left and right.

Xianbei Ji's hand was extremely skillful and fast, and she only had to embroider the begonia on her wrist with a stick of incense, and her snow-white teeth bit off the moonlight silk thread, gently handed the robe to Mo Li, and said softly: "Mo Li, take a look." ”

Xu is a different tone belt, and Lannu cherishes words like gold.

Moli took the robe and took a closer look, but saw that the needle angle was fine, and the dark begonia loomed on the wrist, graceful rather than gorgeous, if you don't look closely, it is difficult to see its face, groping for the bunch of begonias, and said with a smile: "Excellent, better than Moli embroidery, maybe similar to Yang Xiaoniang." ”

Lannu asked, "Why is Begonia not a rose?" ”

Mo Li said with a smile: "Rose is the symbol of our Huating Liu family, but Yang Xiaoniang loves begonias very much, Xiao Langjun's clothes when he was a child are all Yang Xiaoniang's cooking, it is because of the long time, Xiao Langjun's clothes are embroidered with dark begonias." ”

Lan Nu's eyes were shallow, and he tilted his head and asked, "Is Little Lady Yang beautiful?" ”

The corners of Mo Li's mouth curved slightly, blinked her eyes twice, and replied, "Little Lady Yang, it must be extremely beautiful." As he spoke, he saw that Lan Nu seemed puzzled, so he said softly: "Don't ask again, Broken Lake is not allowed to discuss Yang Xiaoniang privately." ”

"Hmm." Lannu replied lightly, took the robe and continued to embroider, lowering his pale blue eyes.

Mo Li looked at Lan Nu in front of him, and then looked at the big white cat in his arms, and suddenly felt that they were like, as for where they looked like and couldn't say it, anyway, it was extremely pitiful, thought about it a little, and said softly: "Lan Nu, our Huating Liu clan is different......"

Lannu slowly raised his head, slightly raised, and said, "Lannu knows." ”

Mo Li shook his head and said: "Our Huating Liu family started from the end of Wei, there is only one Xiao Langjun, although we have a housewife and Yang Xiaoniang in our village, but the real head of the family is Xiao Langjun." Xiao Langjun is a prodigy, and he was in Jiankang Xinting six years ago...... Xiao Langjun is alone and rebuilds the family...... Although Xiao Langjun is a little light, he is very kind to others, he will not be, he will not be like that Huan Langjun......"

Mo Li said softly, his eyes became brighter and brighter, the corners of his mouth became more and more raised, and his white face was full of pride, thinking: 'I don't know if I don't count it, but after counting it, our little Langjun is really good......

Lan Nu slowly opened her lips and bit off the silk thread, the corners of her mouth trembled and bent upward, she could feel the pride in Mo Li's heart, and she could also see the smile in Mo Li's eyes and the corners of her mouth from the whole body and mind.

Unconsciously, her smile was no longer the same as usual, and her gaze turned to the pavilion.

"Immortal ......"

The sound of the piano is as clear as a stream, Mei Langjun's gentle gaze is a pair of Lan Nu, and Liu Nong nodded slightly. Lan Nu blinked the pale blue sea, his face was slightly red, and there was a tingling pain in his fingertips, but his heart was calm.

A few days ago, Lan Nu saw an opportunity and wanted to repay Liu Nong's kindness, and Lan Nu thought that what he was best at was...... But Mei Lang Jun rejected her personal promise, which made her both confused and slightly embarrassed, and a little worried, afraid that this Mei Lang Jun would not like it. Unexpectedly, Mei Langjun did not let go of his heart, but said gently: Lan Nu, if you really want to stay in the Huating Liu family, then you should be like Moli and them.

Huating Meihe, what a beautiful man who is different from others, Lan Nu sucked on the finger that was pricked by the needle, and did so.

"Boom!"

The sound lasted for a long time, and the song was finished. Liu Nong slowly withdrew the strings with both hands, his face was smiling, his eyes were full of starlight, and he was extremely satisfied with this rare leisure time and a rare elegant sound.

Luluo held her hands, looked at the piano on the case, and asked, "Xiao Langjun, is this piano really called Luqi?" ”

Liu Nong smiled: "Well, it's called Luqi." ”

"Huh......"

Green pothos frowned, stretched out three fingers and touched the piano on the case, pouted cherry tender lips, and said strangely: "It is similar to the name of green pothos, but Xiao Langjun, it is obviously black, how can it be called green Qi?" ”

Laifu laughed outside the pavilion: "Your name is pothos, is it possible to be a green ......"

"Oh......"

Luluo blinked his eyes, suddenly came to his senses, and muttered: "That's how ......" glanced at Xiao Langjun again, smiled charmingly, and said in his heart: Our Xiao Langjun is so charming, and someone will give things wherever he goes......

The piano on the case, the whole body is like black jade faint green, the body of the piano flows like water, it is made of the essence of paulownia wood and catalpa, and there is a dark pattern in its corner: 'Tongzi essence. This piano was originally held by King Liang in the Han Dynasty, and Sima Xiangru made "Ruyu Fu" for it. After several tosses, this piano fell into the nest of the Zhou family in Runan, which was Zhou's beloved thing.

More than ten days ago, when the heavy nine, Yashi Junyan reunited at the top, and when it rose, Xie Pei invited Liu Nong to sing the qin, and Liu Nong's original Jiaowei rotten Tongqin had been returned to Zhou Zha, and there was no piano to play. Therefore, Zhou Yi lent his cherished "Green Qi" to Liu Nong on the spot, and Liu Nong held "Green Qi" to play "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms", a song shocked the four seats, showing the fragrance of plum blossoms, Ling Xue and proud frost. Zhou Yi is a person who knows the qin, looks up to the sky and strokes his beard and sighs, and is difficult to touch by the sound, so he gives the qin to Liu Nong.

This piano, like holding it, the beautiful crane holding it, should be the end of the flowers, I am proud of the snow. (To be continued.) )