In late summer and early autumn, the cicadas still don't feel the sound of their ears, but they listen carefully to the sound of a slight sense of sadness, as if they know that the end of their lives is coming. In the evening, the storm in Shengjing suddenly changed, and the dark clouds began to slowly shroud the sky that was still clear in the afternoon, which made people sigh that the will of heaven was really unpredictable. There is a big mansion that stands for a hundred years in the center of the downtown area, looking down from above, the calyx pavilion is green and the water is new, several poles are secluded and waiting for the wind, the heavy building is a little old tune, the corridor folds out of the strange stone in three folds, and the style of the century-old Zaifu is highlighted everywhere.

"Father, it's going to rain."

Wen Shijie stood under the corridor of 'Listening to the Banana Pavilion', looked up and sighed: "Yes." "Today, Wen Shijie was dressed in a purple robe with dark bamboo patterns, and next to him stood his youngest son Wen Xiuqi, who had just returned home.

Originally, the place where they now stood was called 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion', and plantain trees were planted all around the pavilion. When the old prime minister is still in the rainy season, whenever he has leisure, he will go to the pavilion to soak a pot for a long time, and quietly listen to the sound of the rain hitting the plantains. It is rumored that the old man and the old lady met for the first time when they were young, and it was because the old lady forgot to bring rain gear when she went out, was trapped in a pavilion and met Wen Chengjing in the same situation. The pavilion is surrounded by plantain trees, fate is sometimes so wonderful, the two can be said to be love at first sight, listening to the rain beating plantain together for an afternoon, and also the poetry and song for several hours. Only this encounter, they identified the other party, and then with the efforts of many parties, a lover finally became a dependent, but it is a pity that the old lady did not pass the year of confusion, and died of a sudden illness. In order to have a place to express his thoughts about the old lady, the old man built a 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion' in the house according to his memory. No one will bother the old man when he listens to the rain, but it was a coincidence that day, Wen Xiurong, the eldest son of the Wen family, was reluctant to take a nap after lunch, so he secretly ran out to play while the people in the house were not paying attention. After a while, it began to rain heavily, and Wen Xiurong, who was only 5 years old at the time, touched the 'Listening Rain Pavilion' and saw his grandfather sitting there quietly alone. The young Wen Xiurong timidly asked, "Grandfather, what are you doing?" ”

"Huh? Rong'er is here, and my grandfather is listening to the rain! ”

"Listen to the rain? What does the rain sound like. ”

"Haha, the sound of rain hitting plantain leaves. Rong'er listened carefully, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, is it very elegant. ”

The young Wen Xiurong didn't know anything about elegance, tilted his head and listened carefully for a moment before asking, "Grandfather, why isn't it called 'Tingjiao Pavilion'?" "After that, 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion' was changed to 'Listening to the Banana Pavilion', which shows how much Prime Minister Wen loves this eldest grandson.

"Father, is the eldest brother coming back?"

"Well, it's coming. I guess there should be some disaster relief and aftermath matters, and it is expected that I will return to Beijing in early September. After a pause, Wen Shijie asked again: "I heard that you were punished in front of the emperor a while ago?" ”

"Yes, Father. It's the son's own fault, but it's just about the queen's mother, and it's inevitable that he will lose his proportion. After Wen Xiuqi finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly.

"You're still too young to hold your breath. Emperor Shengming, where is the place where you can put your beak? I really don't know the rules. ”

"Yes, my father taught me. When his son opened his mouth that day, he knew that he had made a big mistake and regretted it, no matter how the emperor punished him, he would never complain. ”

"The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. What is the purpose of Concubine Liang speaking like this in front of the emperor, don't you understand? And slammed into the muzzle of the gun. The emperor was merciful, so he only sent you to kneel in front of the palace, and if you were to be your father's will, it was best to scold you with a rod for thirty and throw you to serve in Shenxing Temple.

"The lesson of the father is that the son will never dare again."

Wen Shijie glanced at his youngest son, then stopped talking, looked up at the sky, and thought to himself that the sky has been so unpredictable recently. Wen Xiuqi saw that his father stopped talking and stood next to him quietly, and at this time the heavy rain fell, and the two of them stood and listened to the elegant sound of the rain hitting the plantains.