The few people Li Zhiyu saw were drowsy and unharmed, and his heart was a little at ease. Just looking at the bright moon, my heart turned a thousand times. Thinking about it a little, I just met the old man in Tsing Yi, and I felt like a dream. I thought everything was a dream, but the things in my hand were still cold, and there was still a mellow aroma of wine in my mouth, so how could all this be fake. Li Zhiyu looked at the bright moon, put the "Lushu" bone in his arms, and after a while, fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Zhiyu only heard the sound of birds, and there seemed to be a commotion around him, Li Zhiyu opened his eyes dimly, looked around, and saw several women talking in whispers from ear to ear, but their fingers were pointing at the three of them. Li Zhiyu looked at everyone with a little doubt, then turned around and looked behind him, and saw that there was no one else, and then realized that everyone was looking at him. Li Zhiyu's face was slightly red, he was gentle and introverted, he was not a rude man, how could he stand up to everyone watching.

Suddenly, Li Zhiyu seemed to remember something, patted his head, and turned sharply to look at the side. Seeing that Liu Chengqing and the others were still asleep, they murmured in their mouths, but they didn't hear it very really. Li Zhiyu smiled helplessly, shook the two of them lightly, and after a while, the two of them opened their eyes and looked around. The two glanced at each other, their eyes were confused, and the old man in Tsing Yi yesterday was like a person in a dream.

Liu Yingqing said in a deep voice: "Ruhai, have we ever seen an old Confucian in Tsing Yi yesterday?" Qiu Ruhai touched his head, but he was silent, looked at the sky complicatedly, and smiled for a long time: "I don't know if the old Confucian is true or not, but my body is a little painful, as if I carried a hundred catties of boulder last night, but this body is sore and tight." After Qiu Ruhai finished speaking, he twisted his neck and heard the bones click. Both of them have their own thoughts in their hearts, and they both bow their heads and ponder, not speak.

Li Zhiyu stood quietly aside, pursing his lips and snickering. I secretly wondered in my heart, I drank half a pot of plum wine from the old man in Tsing Yi last night, and I woke up this morning with no sinking head and no pain. The limbs are also hidden, and they are much stronger than the usual weak scholars. Li Zhiyu secretly dodged in his heart.

Liu Yingqing looked at the villagers who were gradually dispersing around him, and then looked at the crisp plums on the trees, and he only felt hungry in his stomach. Liu Chengqing said with a smile: "Yesterday was like a dream, but today's hunger in my belly is real." Ruhai, Zhiyu, I'll wait and invest in the inn a little, the belly to be eaten is full, let's take a look at how this sour rotten literati evaluates this green plum. Liu Yingqing stood up and walked forward, and Li Zhiyu and the others also went with him.

After walking for about half an hour, I saw that there were already vendors in the distance who began to set up stalls to sell, or cook thick soup, or fried shortbread, or sell steamed buns and soy milk. It's just that at the beginning of the flow of people, there will inevitably be a sense of sparseness. When Liu Chengqing didn't have a long threesome, he walked to a steamed bun shop and asked for three steamed buns.

The bun is crispy and soft, and the entrance is delicious and abnormal, mixed with this finely kneaded flour, and the mouth and tongue are fragrant. Li Zhiyu couldn't eat two bites, and a bun had already been swallowed into his stomach. The little brother dressed as a little boy next to him saw that Li Zhiyu swallowed a bun without two bites, and he only felt funny, but he was more proud. Their own buns have been sold for more than ten years, and all the diners are praised. The little second brother Li Zhiyu saw laughing at himself, his face was slightly red, and he was about to chew slowly. The little second brother stepped forward and said: "This little brother, looking at your appearance, you seem to be dyed with wind and dust, you should be from another country, no wonder you don't know my buns." My steamed buns are usually known to be delicious, and occasionally diners like to dip them in aged vinegar shipped from Shanxi. But he didn't know that the plum wine produced by my family was the real must, and the little brother might as well dip it in my plum wine. After the little second brother finished speaking, he handed over a wine jug, and Li Zhiyu reached out to take it.

Li Zhiyu looked at the pot of plum wine, pursed his lips slightly, and swallowed his saliva. Gently pour the plum wine in the pot into the crescent-white porcelain plate, the wine is fragrant, dispersed with the morning breeze, and can be smelled for ten miles. Li Zhiyu's throat moved slightly, and he dipped the bun in his hand slightly in a little wine, and when he bit it, he felt that the wine was slightly astringent, sweet and sour, but the taste of the wine was heavy. Especially when the stuffing of this bun is mixed with this plum wine, the slightly sour plum just removes the fishy smell of pork, and I just think it is ------ delicious when I eat it! Holding the plum wine in one hand and pouring it into the porcelain plate, holding the bun in the other hand and dipping it in the wine, I don't know how to understand that a cage of steamed buns has been swallowed in my stomach. Looking up, Liu Chengqing and the others were looking at themselves with a smile.

"What's the matter? The scholar is so disgusting, insulting Sven, insulting Sven. Liu Yingqing shook his head and said, Li Zhiyu's face turned even redder.

In the distance, Zhao Qingrou was still dressed in yellow and moving, running around, and the black-clothed old servant behind him only felt that his scalp was numb, but he had to follow closely and move. Zhao Qingrou was just watching and playing, and her eyes were slightly bright after a while, but she saw Li Zhiyu and the three of them eating steamed buns. Zhao Qingrou's face was slightly dizzy, and she was even more ashamed when she remembered that Li Zhiyu was so light that day. It was reasonable for the sun and moon to be dark, but today it was very different, the sky was bright, and he would never dare to act like this.

After Zhao Qingrou finished thinking about it, she quickly ran towards Li Zhiyu and the others. Seeing this, the old servant moved slightly, and followed unhurriedly.

"Li Zhiyu, you are really rude when you see this girl but you don't say hello. Zhao Qing said softly, and looked at the cage drawer in front of the three of them with a pair of bright eyes. He said to the little second brother again: "Bring two steamed buns to this girl, this girl is hungry." The little second brother smiled when he heard this, only to say that this girl was lively and cheerful, but she was likable. The old servant walked slowly and bowed to Liu Chengqing and the others, and Liu Zhiqing and the others also got up and returned the salute.

After the five of them sat down together, the little second brother brought two more baskets of steamed buns and put them in front of Zhao Qingrou and the old servant. The old servant took a pair of chopsticks and ate a few bites, only to feel that his lips and teeth were full of relish, and he ate a few more in a row, and half of the buns were left, and the old servant stopped eating chopsticks. He poured a glass of plum wine from the pot and slowly sipped it down, and said with a smile: "The old man has also been to Wuyue in the north, and he has also eaten Shouchun delicacies, but in terms of taste, it is not as good as this bun." The old man sighed heavily. Thinking of the great Chu Gao than the gentry, he does not experience the acres of farming, he does not taste the grain, he only knows that the son is called Fuyun, he is inconsiderate of the suffering of the people, and he is lazy in pleasure, but how can he not ...... When the old servant thought of this, his heart was even more sad, and he looked at his own young lady again, remembering that the master was running around for Da Chu, fighting in the south and in the north, and it was really the humerus. The old servant took two more sips of plum wine, looked at the young lady, and felt warm in his heart.

A few people have eaten steamed buns, and their stomachs are already full, Liu Chengqing got up and gave the steamed buns wine money, and the five of them went south and left, staying for half an hour, only to see the plum forest, so lively.

The originally quiet and unusually quiet Meizilin has been surrounded by merchants, some people sell wine, some people take out their own calligraphy and paintings to ask those celebrities to comment, some people improvise poems and lyrics, and some people splash ink. At a glance, the crowd has its own style.

Zhao Qingrou already likes lively scenes, seeing that these many people are peddling, her heart is even more happy, walking a few steps quickly, walking in front of each stall, stopping and stopping, and after a while, she has already disappeared from the flow of people. The old servant was slightly anxious, and was about to look for his own young lady. Liu Yingqing said with a smile: "This gentleman, of course young people love to be lively, so I don't have to join in the excitement." Why don't the three of us find a secluded place to drink a few pots of tea, this little girl should let Zhiyu find it. Liu Chengqing looked at the old man, the old man was helpless in his eyes, thinking that he begged for this hatred like a sea to forge a sword, but it was not good to offend them at the moment, so it was better to let this young man go.

The old servant bowed and said sincerely: "This little brother, my young lady will bother you. The old servant saluted again. Li Zhiyu saw that the old servant bowed twice in a row, and he was so upset that he couldn't go, and hurriedly said: "Sir, you don't have to be like this, I should go to find your young lady." I wanted to say the word Zhao Qingrou directly, but I had only met her a few times, and it was very inappropriate to call her by her name. Li Zhiyu thought in his heart and bowed still.

The old servant looked at Li Zhiyu, only to say that this young man was quite knowledgeable about etiquette, so respectful, he couldn't help but look sideways a little. said: "Little brother don't have to be polite, please go and find my young lady quickly." After listening to the old servant's words, Li Zhiyu turned around and left, gradually entering the flow of people.

Li Zhiyu saw the flow of people in front of him, faintly raining between sweats, and rubbing between mulberries seemed to be shoulder grinding. After a short walk, I finally squeezed through the rolling crowd and arrived at a slightly cold paving.

Behind the stall sat a middle-aged man in his forties, the man did not tie his hair, so the long hair on his head was draped over his shoulders, and occasionally a few strands of long hair floated on his chest. Li Zhiyu looked at this man and wanted to ask out loud, but this place is so deserted, according to Zhao Qingrou's temperament, he will not come, he thought about it for a moment or two, and turned around to leave.

"Young man, since he is here, how can he not let the old man do a hexagram. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice. Li Zhiyu felt a little funny in his heart. In the past, both men and women wanted to live a long and healthy life, and there was no need to say much about kings. Looking for the sea and visiting the mountains, digging the ground and filling the sea, what is it is done, but the word immortality. Today, this man is strange, he is obviously healthy, the heavenly court is full, and his skin is shiny and delicate, how can he be old, but at this moment he says the word "old man", and he only thinks that this person is also interesting.

Li Zhiyu stopped, looked at the middle-aged man, and said: "Since Mr. has this intention, the junior can't be rude, then ask Mr. to make a divination for me." After Li Zhiyu finished speaking, he squatted down, reached out and carefully wiped his sleeve a few times, and cleaned his hands. Only then did he pick up the three copper coins in front of him, carefully put them in his hands, and clasped them with both hands. When he was thinking about it, Li Zhiyu just thought about the word "Zhao Qingrou", and the middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Little brother, this is asking about marriage." ”

As soon as the man's words came out, Li Zhiyu's cheeks, which were already slightly flushed, were even more embarrassed. After tidying up his clothes, he blushed and just didn't speak, and was silent for a long time before he said, "Hugh is talking nonsense, I just want to know where she is." Li Zhiyu calmed down a little and said. The middle-aged man just smiled and said nothing, and instead "looked" at the hexagram on the table, and the hexagram became "six chongs", the middle-aged man sighed softly, and then stopped talking. After a short time, the man said leisurely: "Cherish the fate", and then he was silent, looking at the clouds in the sky, and said again after a long time: "This day, it is going to rain"

Li Zhiyu heard it in the clouds, what six chongs, cherish the fate, what kind of words are these. This man must be a charlatan, he doesn't know how to pretend to understand, but I'm wasting time with him here. Li Zhiyu bowed and said, "Thank you for your teachings, and I am grateful." It's just that there is still something to do at the moment, and when he has free time on the other day, he will ask Mr. for advice in the future. After Li Zhiyu finished speaking, he got up and left. The man slowly raised his head, slightly revealing a small half of his face, only to see that the man's eyes were hollow and dull, and occasionally extremely subtle light shot out, but how to see this hexagram clearly. The man sighed softly, then squinted into the distance, his face pale.

Li Zhiyu walked away quickly, and after a while, there was a familiar figure standing under a plum tree. The girl wore a yellow shirt, her hair was lightly pulled up, and she stood quietly under the plum tree, but she was just decent. When the breeze blew, the girl picked up the green plum in her hand, sniffed it on the tip of her nose, and said something. After a while, I took a bite of the plum, and the girl's beautiful cheeks wrinkled together, and she was cute. Li Zhiyu watched the girl eat plum and stood still.

At this time, the sky was dense and rainy.