A pool of Wu water flows quietly from east to west, on the occasion of the Mulan Festival, a few joys and a little sorrow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The summer wind swirls the leaves, like a turn and flies, sweeping over the treetops, coiling in the vermilion corridor, flying all the way along the corridor surface, circling around the corridor pillars, and quietly falling to the low case.

Xi Xuan knelt and sat in the snow-white reed mat, the red bandeau skirt was unkempt, red and white lined with each other, each blooming beautifully.

Seeing the leaves floating, the little girl raised her head slightly, slowly stretched out her palm, and fell into the palm, which was a petal of tender acacia, pinched up, looked at it, blinked her eyelashes, curled the corners of her mouth, peeled off the inner stamen with her fingertips, put it into her lips, and sipped it thinly, slightly sweet.

"Xuan'er ......"

His mother Yao's corridor came, walked into the plum garden, it was May, Mei Rui had already withered, only the iron branches remained, this scene is really not suitable for the little girl to love, but Xuan'er is very fond of cold plums, even if Wan Hong is gone, but will never give up.

Yao glanced at the paper in the case, and saw that there was a thick stack of "Mao's Poems" in the middle of the book, and a thick stack was also stacked in the corner of the short case, so he sighed silently and said softly: "Xuan'er, in the middle of the day later, come to bathe in the orchid soup." Just now, Mr. Mao Yi sent a letter, inviting my son to come to Jiankang for a small gathering, waiting for tomorrow ......"

"Mother, the child is not going."

Xi Xuan smiled softly, rolled Zuo Bo's paper in the corner of the case, put it on the stack, re-lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote vertically.

Yao's thin eyebrows wrinkled, tightly tugging on the silk scarf, wanting to speak and stop, wanting to stay, and said in his heart: 'Alas, Xuan'er is seventeen, stubborn since childhood, and has not been decided years ago, and now that Wang's Langjun has become a crown, if he doesn't go now, if he wants something else, what should he do? ’

After thinking about it, it was difficult to decide, so he pinched the silk scarf, knelt on the side of the desk, took a closer look, his sad face was more prosperous, and he muttered silently in his heart: "Last year and today in this mountain, the peach blossoms on the human face are red, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." Alas, Xuan'er is also Xuan'er, why bother! ”

Xi Xuan didn't realize it, rolled up the paper, re-exhibited a piece of paper, bit the pen and thought about it, Hao waved the red yarn on his wrist, and slowly put down the pen: The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together......

Yao glanced at his daughter, and his heart was complicated and indescribable.

At this time, a maid came: "Madam, little lady, Gu's little lady is visiting." ”

"Gu's Little Girl......"

"Pu Jia!"

Yao's expression was stunned, and he thought to himself: "Alas, the little girl of the Gu family is also seventeen years old, as old as Xuan'er, but she is still not married. The two have an excellent friendship and often visit each other. However, when will I get married! ’

Xi Xuan threw the pen, crossed her ten fingers, pushed it out, raised it to the top of her head, shook her waist, and then, she got up and said with a smile: "Mother, and prepare more bluegrass soup, later, my daughter will bathe with Pu Jia." ”

"Hey."

Yao's crisp response, sad in his heart, the two little girls learned the interaction between the Lang gentlemen, commensurate with the words, respectful, and from time to time to the moon knees, gather for a long talk.

On several occasions, Yao secretly spied that the two daughters were talking about either mystic or calligraphy, and never concerned about marriage and children's affection. Could it be that they want to follow the example of celebrities and conclude a good relationship with Jinlan? That's it, what's more, the little girl of the Gu family actually followed her words and retreated, as if she wanted to explore the ethereal illusion reality, alas, what could she do!

After a while, Yao retreated silently, turned back three times in one step, and when he arrived at the entrance of the corridor, a bunch of purple came into view.

Gu Huiwei held her hand, Ying Ying gave a salute, and said softly: "Hui Wei, I've seen Aunt Xi." ”

"Hey, hey, good little girl, what a beautiful little girl!" Yao's stacked sounds, but the hand holding the silk scarf tightened and tightened.

"Pu Jia, long time no see!" Xi Xuan was at the other end of the corridor and waved his hand.

Gu Huiwei smiled faintly, turned sideways to the side, waited for Yao's to leave, moved Zilan with a playful step, greeted Xi Xuan, and said, "Huiwei, I've seen the ovary." ”

"You and I have fellowship, why do you need to be polite?"

Xi Xuan's eyes lit up, she held Gu Huiwei's hand, and said softly: "Pu Jia came just in time, yesterday Xi Xuan read "Zhuangzi", suddenly encountered a difficulty, thought about it and was about to visit her sister. ”

"Why is it difficult?"

Hearing the mystery, Gu Huiwei's expression perked, and her eyes glowed with brilliance.

Xi Xuan said: "The sage has a saying: fish forget each other in the rivers and lakes, and people forget each other in Taoism. What are rivers and lakes, and what is Taoism? Fish are made of water, and people are made of Tao. He who is made of water wears through the pool and feeds; Those who are in harmony with each other are born out of nothing. What is its 'determination'? ”

"Fish forget each other in the rivers and lakes, people forget each other in Taoism......"

Gu Huiwei was suddenly stunned, and couldn't help muttering, her eyelashes fluttered, her heart fluttered, and a scene appeared in her mind.

The old things of the past are born, the green mountains are long and the water is long, the woman is sitting in front of the window, the Hunan curtain is half-in, the small Xuan window, is dressing, who peeps at the opposite window? When the sunset is gone, who is it, wearing a green crown and a moon robe, risking death to save the petite girl!

A heart was in a trance, as if he had returned to the vast hillside, hiding behind a boulder, watching him fight with people, fearful but not afraid. In the blink of an eye, if you are on the rockery, in the snow pavilion, the heartbeat kiss......

"Pujia, Pujia!"

A call sounded in her ears, Gu Huiwei slowly came back to her senses, her cheeks were cherry red, and there was a light smile on the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be sweet and bitter, and her fingers dyed with purple dancardamom were slightly cocked, and she calmed down, and said lightly: "This question is extremely difficult, Hui Wei can't get it for a while, and wait for him to wait for another day, Hui Wei will return from Jiankang, and then decompose with the ovary, what is it?" ”

Gu Huiwei was so lost that she had already been caught by Xi Xuan, and the female middle school pen fairy thought: "Sometimes smiling, frowning, sweet and bitter, this is the image of affection." As everyone knows, Gu Huiwei, the wonderful sound of Wu County, has also been bound by herself! Gege ......'

Xi Xuan was secretly happy, but her face did not change, she sat down on the case with her skirt, ordered the maid to remove the Chinese character book from the case, put on the complicated tea set, cultivate fire and water, and said while boiling: "Pu Jia wants to go to Jiankang?" ”

"However, I will live in Jiankang temporarily with my father."

Gu Huiwei sat on the opposite case, turned her head slowly, looked at the cold plum garden, and sighed: "Hanmei is proud of the frost, and it is outstanding." However, when the snow is exhausted and the plum falls in spring, butterflies and bees cannot be smelled, and summer insects are difficult to touch. ”

"Yikes!"

When Xi Xuan adjusted the fire, his fingers were burned, and he immediately closed his fingers to his lips, sipped, and then, smiled quietly at Gu Huiwei, continued to cultivate with perseverance, and said softly: "Although Mei has no butterflies around her body, no bees chasing her, she is not like a green willow that is crazy and leaks with the wind, and it is not as light as a pink peach and a flowing water." However, if you say, ice and snow, ice and snow ......"

Gu Huiwei's eyes trembled, and she said: "In the ice and snow forest, you don't mix with peach and plum!" ”

"Yes! Yikes......"

Xi Xuan was re-burned by the fire, holding his fingers in his mouth, and looking at the dazzling array of tea sets with a little dejection.

"Alas......" Gu Huiwei sighed softly.

……

"Alas, little lady, little lady, and slow down......"

San'in Castle, Xie's Water Village. The smoke willow painting bridge, the breeze Xu Lang, the lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, secretly carrying a fragrance, the four maids carry the skirt, run in the long water corridor, chasing a pink skirt.

The pink yarn is rippling, the fans are stepping on it, and the little girl in the pink skirt will spread the Mu Bilan soup and wet long hair behind her back, and smell it carefully.

The little girl walked very fast, her cheeks bulging slightly, as if each of them was stuffed with a green fruit.

"Yi and that! Set me up on the drum; Playing the drums is simple and simple, and I am a martyr; Tang Sun played false, Sui I thought of it; The drums are deep, and the sound of the pipes is ......"

There was a chanting sound in the pavilion, Xie An, Xie Wan, Xie Heng, Xie Shi and other little guys sat in rows, shaking their heads and reciting "Mao Poems", opposite them, sitting Xie Zhi with wide robes and big sleeves, since Xie Zhenshi got married, he taught Xie children.

Yuan Nu broke in angrily, glanced at the pavilion with horizontal eyebrows, and did not see the person she was looking for, but at a glance she saw that Xiao Xie An grabbed a green fruit and wanted to stuff it into her mouth, for some reason, she suddenly became angry, snatched Xiao Xie An's green fruit with her hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and raised her eyebrows at the poor little Xie An, and then walked away.

After a while, little Xie An came back to his senses, got up suddenly, pointed to Yuan Nuzheng's back, and shouted: "Yuan, Sister Yuan, why, why fight with Xie An for food!" ”

Yuan Nu was grabbing the hem of her skirt, stepping on the bluestone slab fiercely, and said without looking back: "If you are born like a dream, if a dream is not a dream." What is it like? A dream like a dream! Right now, you're in a dream! ”

"How can it be!"

Xiao Xie An's eyebrows flew out, his mouth became longer and longer, and he didn't know what to think of, he pursed his lips, shook his sleeves, his expression returned to indifference, he sat down slowly, and said coldly: "The sage said, a gentleman doesn't fight with women!" ”

The woman went far away, passed through the water corridor, obliquely around the rockery, stayed in front of the bamboo forest courtyard, paused, grabbed the black hair behind her back, tied a knot at will, walked to the edge of the small pool, leaned over slightly, tilted her head, took a picture of the pool water, and carefully straightened the scarf on her chest.

Then, with his hands on his waist, he slowly stepped on the fans, came to the courtyard gate, squinted his eyes, forced back the entourage in front of the door, walked into the small courtyard, walked to the bottom of the water steps, and walked towards the indoor leader, a shallow ten thousand blessings: "Yuan Nuzheng, I have seen Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, Brother, Brother Xie!" As he spoke, he got up slowly, his eyes flickered, he pointed to one of them, and said softly: "Nuzheng, don't marry him!" ”

As soon as the words came out, the whole house was shocked!

Xie Shang lazily leaned on the pillar of the hall, hugged his arms in his arms, looked at Yuan Nuzheng with interest, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, and said in a loud voice: "If you don't marry me, who do you want to marry?" ”

"Huating Meihe, Liu Zhanzhen!" Yuan Nuzheng tilted her chin slightly, didn't look at the handsome Xie Shang, and added: "The Tiger of Jiangdong, the general of Pingyu Zhonglang, the county guard of Runan, Liu Zhanzhen!" ”

Xie Bao's brows furrowed suddenly, his eyes shrank, his hand holding the tea bowl shook, and he didn't feel the wet robe; Yuan Qiao's face was flushed, and his three-inch short beard was rolling endlessly; Yuan was stunned for a moment, his lips trembling slightly; Xie Shang raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently.

"Nuzheng, Hugh is messing around!"

Leaning less, Yuan Qiao got up, his chest rose and fell sharply, obviously full of anger, he glanced at Xie Di urgently, looked at Yuan Tan again, and arched his hand towards Xie Qi: "Young Confucian brother, the woman is young and ignorant and joking, please don't blame!" ”

I don't know, Yuan Nuzheng raised her eyebrows, and said coquettishly: "It's not a joke, the woman is in this life, and she won't marry!" As he spoke, he knelt on the ground, looked directly at Xie Bao, slowly put his hands on his eyebrows, slowly sank to the ground, put his forehead against his back, and said softly: "Uncle Xie, the daughter is losing her father since she was a child, Uncle Xie is like a daughter and a father, and the daughter is not filial, and Father Lao is sad." However, the daughter's heart is already tied to Qiao, how can he belong, I beg my father to have mercy on her, and pity her! ”

Yuan Qiao's face was blue and red for a while, and he suddenly became angry and shouted: "This matter must be done by Liu Nong of Huating!" In vain, my Yuan family treats him well, I don't want to, I am such a person, as if I escaped in the past! Young Confucian Brother ......"

"Uncle clan, what does this matter have to do with Zhan Zhen!"

Yuan Tan couldn't sit still, so he immediately got up, shook his head towards Xie Bao, and said: "Uncle Xie, Zhan Zhen is a drunken moon jade immortal, talented and meritorious, girls love it, what's wrong?" Besides, Zhan Zhen now lives in the Northland, how can he ......"

"That's it!" (To be continued.) )