In the middle of the river, there is a painting boat wandering slowly, and there is faint vocal music coming out of the painting boat.

This painting boat is Huailou's, the Lantern Festival, Huailou invited the famous prostitute Chu Yanran in Beijing to sing and dance, Chu Yanran is not only good at singing and dancing, but also quite poetic, so it is very popular with readers.

Most of the guests in the boat are scholars from Kyoto, and there are also young ladies from wealthy families.

In one of the booths of the painting boat, a girl was dressing up a woman.

"Sister Chu, among the people who came to the painting boat today, there is Xiao Gongzi who wrote Yutangchun, maybe he can leave some good works this time. ”

"Little girl, Xiao Gongzi just wrote such a poem as Yutangchun, I'm afraid it will disappoint you. ”

"I won't be disappointed, I don't know any poetry, anyway, if you say it's good, I'll say it's good. ”

"You, when you go out in the future, don't say you're with me. ”

"Sister Chu laughs at me, I won't comb your hair anymore, hum!"

"Giggles, okay, okay, I'm kidding you. ”

......

On the riverside, Yang Fan had already picked up the brush and was brewing, in fact, it was not brewing, it was just rummaging in his memory, was there any suitable poem to write today, after all, it was the Lantern Festival, and it was always good to make He Xiaoling happy.

Yang Fan can not memorize many poems, and he has learned only those few poems over and over again.

Yang Fan nodded, picked up the pen and wrote.

He Xiaoling stood aside and watched intently, she didn't know much about poetry, but there was still some appreciation level, after all, Yin Yijian and Lu Erniang were quite literary and leisurely couples, Yin Tianen was one of the four princes, in addition to martial arts, he also had some knowledge.

Yang Fan wrote a sentence, and He Xiaoling read a sentence along, but after reading it, her expression was a little stunned.

I saw that the lantern read: Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

He Xiaoling's heart was like a deer, and her face was pink and pink in the reflection of the lights.

Yang Fan smiled awkwardly, very disdainful of this kind of plagiarism.

He Xiaoling took the lantern in Yang Fan's hand, her heart became inexplicably nervous, and she said in a low voice: "Can you give me this lantern?"

Yang Fan scolded with a smile: "Losers, this is two taels of silver." ”

He Xiaoling's body shook, when did she become a loser? As soon as this sentence was said, how did she feel that the artistic conception of this poem had changed.

What a beautiful picture, ruined by this vulgar ruined girl, but in He Xiaoling's heart, it feels more real, Master once said that when a person speaks and does things, he will only be unrestrained in front of the people he thinks is closest to him.

Yang Fan took He Xiaoling's little hand and said with a smile: "Okay, my son has money, and my clothes are almost dry, let's go put the lights." ”

The lantern boss looked at the two people who were far away in a daze, and sighed: "What a good two sons, why are they so good, hey, the world is going down." ”

Yang Fan led He Xiaoling to the river, lit the lantern, and was about to put it into the river.

He Xiaoling hurriedly pulled it, with some reluctance in her eyes: "Yang Fan, let's not put it down, I want to put it away." ”

Yang Fan was stunned: "Isn't this a boat lamp? Of course it is to be put into the water, such a big guy puts it away, it will take up more space." ”

He Xiaoling frowned and said, "But ......"

Yang Fan smiled: "Come on, it's a big deal to buy you another one later, how can you have fun today." ”

Yang Fan threw the lantern in his hand into the river, and the lantern went down the water.

He Xiaoling pursed her lips, she hadn't written down the poem just now, and said in a low voice: "Yang Fan, after you go back, can you write the poem to me again." ”

Yang Fan smiled: "It turns out that you are reluctant to write that poem, small things, I'll just go back and write it for you again." ”

Yang Fan took He Xiaoling's little hand and walked towards the downtown area.

......

In the painting boat in the river, the little girl looked at the river with her cheeks up, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, not knowing what happy things she was thinking.

Suddenly, I saw a large lantern floating in the middle of the river.

The little girl hurriedly went out to the board of the boat and picked up the lantern with a small wooden stick.

There is a custom in Daxing, the Shangyuan Festival, single men and women will make a wish on the lantern on this day, and the lantern will go down the river, and will inform his desired person of his wish.

The little girl picked up the lantern and looked at the words on the lantern in a daze.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

The little girl looked up and thought about it, and she didn't know if it was well written, but the words were very beautiful.

The little girl lifted the lantern and jumped into the cubicle.

A voice sounded in the compartment: "Little girl, walk leisurely, beware of falling into the river, being caught by the Water Dragon King and being a daughter-in-law." ”

The little girl smiled: "I haven't grown up yet, the Water Dragon King wants to find a daughter-in-law, so it's right to find Sister Chu." ”

Chu Yanran looked at the lantern in the little girl's hand and wondered, "Where did you get this lantern?"

The little girl crooked her mouth: "It was the Water Dragon King who entrusted me to give it to Sister Chu." ”

"Poof, you girl, you're actually joking with me. ”

Chu Yanran sneered, glared and said, "It's not good to be honest." ”

The little girl pouted: "What I fished out in the river just now was sent by the Water Dragon King, then I don't know." ”

Chu Yanran said with a smile: "This is a wishing lamp put by others, how did you pick it up, isn't it that you are moved by the spring heart and want to find your little Langjun." ”

The little girl said with a bitter face: "No, I fished it for Sister Chu." ”

Chu Yanran looked at the chic and steady font on the lantern, her eyes couldn't help but light up, and she said, "Take it and I'll take a look." ”

The little girl came to Chu Yanran with a lantern: "There is another poem on it, I read it, it is not badly written, maybe it can be compared with that Yutang Chun." ”

Chu Yanran stretched out her index finger and rubbed it on the little girl's forehead: "Don't you don't know how poetry is good or bad? ”

The little girl pouted, looking aggrieved: "Anyway, I just think it's good, I don't believe you see it yourself." ”

Chu Yanran took the lantern and chanted softly:

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain.

Only recited such a sentence, Chu Yanran was stunned, what a beautiful picture, isn't this the situation of today's Shangyuan Lantern Festival?

The little girl said worriedly: "Sister Chu, is it not good to write?"

Chu Yanran moved her gaze downwards and continued to chant the words and sentences behind.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

After reciting, Chu Yanran was completely stunned, Shangyuan poems, she knew no less than 100 poems, many of which were made by famous artists, but compared with this word, it was always a little less tasteful, the picture was beautiful, the scene was blended, and the crowd was looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

Where are the people you are looking for?

Chu Yanran came to the window and looked at the brightly lit streets of Kyoto, as if she was looking for the person under the lights.