"Why am I here all of a sudden?"

The man in white shirt who walked in front also voiced the question in my heart. The scenery on both sides of the street forest does look like the appearance of Su Yangfang seen in the daytime, but it doesn't seem to be. Whether it is the shops that have been waiting for a long time, the people who come and go, or the cars and horses that wander in between, they are all covered in a layer of old color, shrouded in hazy smoke, which makes people look at it very really.

The footsteps of the man in white shirt did not stop, and he quickly got used to it, looked at the surroundings with satisfaction, and said with a little surprise: "Hey, when did there be a shop selling umbrellas here?"

"That winery went out of business decades ago...... Why does it look like business is so hot?"

"Ah...... It's ......"

As he talked to himself, step by step to the end of the street, I saw that the palatial building was even more dazzling at that time, but the plaque hanging in front of the door was not the same as I imagined.

"Wind-Moon-Building-"

"Could it be that I have returned to Su Yangfang a hundred years ago......"

The man in the white shirt said something heaven-shattering.

Fengyue Lou is full of flowers, the girls in splendid costumes are dressed in different colors, and their gestures are full of style, some are waving their eyebrows and smiling in front of the door, and some are leaning on the hook bar on the second floor with wine glasses and flattering eyes, all of them are saying to people: "Come, come in and sit, come......"

The guests poured in like flowing water, and the barefoot woman with a copper bell in her hand ran out of it with a smile, and was very enthusiastic about the white-shirted man who had been standing ......at the door for a long time, "This little brother in white looks a little bit old, don't you come in and sit?"

The barefoot woman's eyes swirled all over him, the white-shirted man blushed and took a few steps back, his hand couldn't help touching his nose and said, "No, no, no", the hand that touched his nose finally fell into the sleeve, he was very shy, "Thank you girl for your kindness, I'll just take a look outside." ”

The barefoot woman didn't show any different colors, only pursed her lips and smiled lightly and left him to greet others. The man in the white shirt pulled his arm from his sleeve, shook the two empty wide sleeves, and sighed in annoyance and helplessness.

"Alas, it's shy in the end......"

The crowd is bustling everywhere, and the higher you go, the more flashy and noisy it becomes. The man in white sighed as he looked up, the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor...... His eyes were like torches, and when he finally reached the top, his eyes suddenly widened, staring at this, and he exclaimed.

I looked with him, and saw a woman lying on her stomach by the carved railing above the attic.

The stall owner said, at that time, the sun was setting, and there was a woman lying on the carved railing, red clothes like fire, and her eyes were like silk......

"The red clothes are like fire, and the eyes are like silk. The white-shirted man read these words stupidly, and said intently, "I didn't expect this to be true......"

The woman in red in the high pavilion seemed to hear this whisper, and slowly turned her head, looking down at the white shadow below and curling the corners of her lips. All of a sudden, any glitz and bustle on the building became the background, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the heavy twilight, reflecting on the smile that fascinated everyone.

The white-shirted man seemed to have seen some secret, and trembled with excitement, unable to say a word for a long time.

Is the woman in red and me in the illusion or outside the illusion?

It seems that every time I see her, it is like looking at flowers in the fog, but this time it is more grand and amazing.

Until the light on the horizon is gone, and only a little afterglow remains. The white-shirted man calmed down.

"I see...... I understand......" He seemed to suddenly realize something, lowered his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The sunset is sinking back to the south of the Yangtze River, and the red dust is in love with the Spring and Autumn Period...... I see, I see!"

When he looked up again, the attic was empty.

I rubbed my eyes with him, and when I opened them, I saw that the sun was still setting, and the glitz and noise were still there, but there was no red dress, as there had never been such a legendary figure there......

The people on both sides of the street and forest suddenly retreated like a tide, and the murmur sounded in their ears,

"I see, I see......"

When I stood still and opened my eyes again, I saw that I was still in this old candlelit room. The young man in white who was lying on the table woke up at this moment, and happily read in his mouth: "I understand, I understand!"

He jumped to his feet, spread out a display of snow-white drawing paper, bent down and began to draw. I looked up and saw a long street on the snow-white drawing paper, which was the same Su Yang that I saw during the day, but it was different.

The bustling shops on both sides of the street have been added with long-lost umbrella shops, wineries full of doors, bustling crowds of people coming and going, and chariots and horses jingling in them...... All of them are vividly standing on the painting paper with layers of old colors, which is the scene of Su Yangfang a hundred years ago, and it is also the scene in his dreams.

At the end of the street should be the dazzling and exquisite building, the girls at the door are headed by a barefoot woman, waving a handkerchief and smiling like flowers, the drunken woman leaning on the side of the fence on the second floor, wearing a splendid dress except for the incense shoulder, and the third and fourth floors...... Visitors shuttle among them, a cluster of flowers, warblers singing and dancing.

The white-shirted man painted with great pleasure, almost in one go. The glitz and bustle of the dream all jumped on the drawing paper, but I saw that he was half pleasing and half frowned and shook his head: "Not enough, these are not enough." ”

Not enough, not enough, not enough......

These two words kept lingering in his ears, and the smile of the white-shirted man in front of him gradually disappeared, and his brows became deeper and deeper. He stopped his brush and threw it away, a look of pain and self-reproach on his face, and clenched his fists tightly in the face of the paper.

What's missing?

He looked at the painting so obsessively that he didn't even realize that his nails were deep in the texture.

Eventually, there was a "hiss".

He clutched his fingers and screamed. The part that was deeply embedded in the nail just opened a hole, and a drop of vermilion blood fell impartially in the center of the drawing paper.

"Ahh

"I see!"

The man in the white shirt suddenly brightened, and then picked up the pen and fell on the vermilion. The brush "fluttered" down, and he seemed to fall into a dream, and he became intoxicated......

"That's it!"

After a while, the man in the white shirt stopped writing and laughed.

"It's finally done!" he picked up the paper and admired it, the candlelight in the room flickering on and off, but it couldn't hide the light from the paper.

As the twilight fell, I watched the scarlet turn into a woman, her red clothes were like fire, her eyes were like silk, and a smile hooked up at the corner of her mouth made the heavens and the earth a background, enough to overwhelm all beings......

"The sunset sinks back to the south of the Yangtze River, and the red dust is in love with spring and autumn. ”

The man in the white shirt put down the painting and wrote it on the drawing paper again. Finally, he took out an engraved seal from his bosom and left three bright red words in the blank space.

Horse division has

Suddenly, I remembered the white-clothed young man I saw in the corridor of Yan's Mansion holding a long scroll, just like his eyes and eyebrows, and his temperament was dusty, but he looked more immature in front of him.

I also realized that the original sunset map of Jiangnan that was stolen three years ago turned out to be like this.

"The sunset sinks back to the south of the Yangtze River, and the red dust loves the spring and autumn ......"

Jiangnan painters, the stroke of genius, immersive, makes people fascinated.

In the moment I understood, the white-shirted man, the painting, the candlelight, the old house were all far away from me, and the illusion in front of me was blurred again. The fog was thick, and everything I had seen in the illusion was now sliding in front of me like a marquee.

Hu Xiaoer, Meng Yunsheng, Senior Brother, Ten Aunts, Black Catchers, Ten Miles Through the Alleys, Suyang Fangjian, Yanfu, Fengyue Building......

I suddenly remembered a poem,

Who will realize the big dream first......

Finally they all vanished, and I dimly saw a red curtain appear in front of me.