In the south of the Yangtze River, there is a pleasant light fog like silk, which shrouds this blue ancient town with a hint of charm.

The snow in the pond turned into water lilies, and a little green appeared between the green bricks by the poolside.

Smoke rose from the beams, and a drizzle fell on the rooftops, down the roof tiles, and down the eaves into the creek that ran through the town outside.

On both sides of the creek are quaint and poetic homes, and occasionally a two-person wide small stone bridge spans both sides of the river, connecting the two sides of the creek.

From time to time, a small boat swayed under the bridge with the boatman, passing through this ancient town.

This smoke and rain makes the people here have some gentle and elegant temperament.

In a school hall by the river, Mr. stood on the podium, holding the scroll in his hand, and reciting the articles in the book one after another, while many children in the school followed Mr. to read slowly.

Xi Xi Tongyin crossed the open windowsill and climbed up to the eaves, and the raindrops formed by the continuous drizzle fell on the fine green of the green bricks on the riverside, and the thin wisps of pressure bent down and fell into the river.

On top of a small boat in the middle of the river stood an old man wearing a hat, the old man swung his oars, and played with the water in the river against the drizzle, making the boat sway slowly past the windowsill of the school.

A little boy was attracted by the boat outside the window, put down the book in his hand, and when the boat went away, he stretched out his little hand and leaned out of the windowsill, and a drop of rain on the eaves fell into the child's hand, swinging a touch of different colors.

The boy withdrew his little hand, looked up at the rain falling on the eaves, and gradually saw the ......

Until the chanting in the school hall weakened, the child did not notice.

"Su Mo ......" The old gentleman on the podium looked at the child and stared at the rain with an obsessive expression, and called out leisurely.

But the boy didn't seem to notice it, just looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Su Mo......," the old gentleman continued to shout.

A child beside Xiao Tong secretly tugged at the corner of Xiao Tong's clothes, and Xiao Tong instantly came back to his senses and looked blankly at the old gentleman on the podium.

"What are you looking at?" The old gentleman slowly walked to the child's side, bowed down, and looked up at the window.

But outside the window, there was nothing but smoke and rain rising from the eaves of people's houses......

"I'm watching the rain!" The boy replied sincerely.

"Oh?" The old gentleman asked curiously: "What's so beautiful about the falling rain that makes you so distracted." ”

Xiao Tong thought about it, and there was a hint of confusion on his face that he didn't understand...... yes, what's so nice about falling rain.

The old gentleman looked at the confusion on Xiao Tong's face and shook his head helplessly.

"Listen to the class well, wait for him to get fame in the exam, and the title of the gold list is the right way......"

"Yes!" The boy nodded solemnly, but when he turned his head to look out the window, there was still lingering confusion on his little face.

......

Time flies, years change.

This year, it snowed heavily, Su Mo's adoptive father died violently, and his adoptive mother became ill and collapsed in the house. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz

At this time, Su Mo was already a teenager, dressed in white, full of bookish air.

Su Mo stood in front of his adoptive mother's bed, looking at the snow outside the window, this cyan ancient town was covered with a layer of deep sadness by the snow.

The adoptive mother on the bed looked at Su Mo weakly, and opened her mouth to call: "Mo'er......"

Su Mo came to his senses, squatted down, held his adoptive mother's hands, and looked at his adoptive mother in a daze.

He also forgot when he joined his adoptive parents' house, but when he was sensible, he was told that his parents were actually his adoptive parents.

And his biological parents died at the hands of Liukou in the year of Liu, it is said that it was a very chaotic year, and his adoptive parents also picked him up on the side of the road on the way home from visiting relatives.

Su Mo...... The surname Su is taken from his adoptive father's surname.

The word ink is to hope that its ink is rotten and will one day become famous.

"Mother!" Su Mo looked at his adoptive mother on the bed with a sad expression.

"Ahem...... ahem" The adoptive mother couldn't help coughing twice, and it took a long time to recover, looking at Su Mo, who was not yet an adult, with a deep look of worry on her face.

"Mother can't... Grow up with you...... In the future...... You're alone...... Be sure to take care of yourself......"

Su Mo shook his head, his face was filled with endless sadness, "Mother, don't speak, rest well, the child will go and invite Lang Zhong ......"

The adoptive mother on the bed shook her head, looked at Su Mo and continued to speak: "You listen to what my mother said......"

"When I picked you up... You have suffered from the cold...... You've been weak since you were a child......"

"After my mother leaves... But no one tells you that anymore......"

Su Mo lowered his head with a blank expression.

"It's just a pity that you haven't reached the crown yet, and there is no one to write for you anymore......" The adoptive mother's eyes showed deep regret.

Su Mo choked up and said, "If not, would it be good for the mother to write for the child?" ”

When her adoptive mother was young, she was also a young lady from a large family, but later her family fell into the middle of the road and settled in Jiangnan with her husband.

She has read poetry and books since she was a child, and there is no problem in writing words.

The adoptive mother's expression appeared in a trance, "My mother will write for you......"

"Yes!" Su Mo spoke, "Then the mother will write for the child!" ”

The adoptive mother shook her head weakly, "You haven't reached the age of the crown yet....."

"It's okay, does my mother think it's okay for the child to be crowned today?" Su Mo opened his mouth and said, "Today, the mother will make a ...... for the child."

The adoptive mother looked at the sadness on Su Mo's face, hesitated for a long time and nodded, her expression was in a trance, and she was already dying......

"What words... Okay? The adoptive mother looked out the window at the falling snow in a trance.

The intersecting colors of blue and white outside the window outline a scenery like an ink painting, adding a different color to the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

"Ink Maker...... Shape the pen and ink ......"

"Paint with a pen...... Words in ink ....."

"Then I'll pick up the word for you......"

“...... Jing Yan ...... Luckily? ”

The adoptive mother looked at the blue and white scenery outside the window with confused eyes, and the sound fell to the ground, and there was no sound......

"Good!" Su Mo knelt in front of the bed and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window like a dream.

And he ...... Jingyan ......."

This year, Su Mo's parents left, and his adoptive mother made a letter for Su Mo who had not yet reached the crown in advance when she was dying.

Ink Maker...... Shape the pen and ink......

....... Words in ink.

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