The man's expression was agitated, and he couldn't stop talking. He said that later, the intoxication on his face added to the anger. not only talked about the rise and fall of the world, but also said that his ambition was not paid, and it was not easy to be an official. The man looked sad, lowered his eyebrows and wept to himself, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows.

The old man's expression was still the same, still holding the delicate wine glass and pouring the wine. After shouting, he sat up leisurely and straightened, paced slowly to the window, stretched out his hand and tightened a small curtain embroidered with flowers and water birds hanging on the window, and looked at the curtain in a daze, and stood silent.

By the time the man who had been drinking alone was so drowsy that there was a faint snoring on his lying table. The old man put his hand into his sleeve, pulled out a note full of Juanxiu's handwriting, and carefully studied it through the subtle light through the curtain.

The yellowing of the paper is evident from the passage of time. So much so that when his withered fingers rubbed the paper, he could not

He accidentally rubbed it by, and it wasn't until he looked at the small lines of writing carefully many times that he put away the spread paper. After a long time, the old man sighed in a low voice: "Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

He smiled softly and drank the unfinished drink.

The girl urged the horse to gallop through the corridors of the street. When the sun hung in the middle of the straight walk, and when she was hungry, she let go of the tight reins in her hand and looked around.

"Li Zhiyu, what do you see there?" She suddenly screamed in surprise and looked very happy. The young man did not know what was going on, and was about to follow the point of her words when the girl waved the reins of her horse and led the unknown young man to a shop selling breakfast tea and rice to the east, and stood still.

As the sun had long since left the east, it was past the hour of drinking tea and eating in the morning, and even the roadside stalls selling tea and rice buns showed no sign of prosperity, but were more or less deserted and lonely. The boy looked sideways, salivating, just waiting for the girl to turn over and dismount.

The owner was a man in his forties, wearing an ordinary white robe, but it had become a little yellow due to the oil and water of the tea and rice. It's just that it's still neat and tidy in general, and it's a little appetizing to look at.

He stood bent down, a white cloth resting on his shoulder, slowly picking up the steamer with one hand, and flipping the bun with a pair of slightly longer chopsticks in the other. He suddenly raised his head as if he was conscious, and happened to see the young man and girl who were quite dusty and stopped watching, looking at each other, and the man shouted and waved enthusiastically.

"Buns, buns!"

As soon as the steamer opened, the heat dispersed, and the hot air drifted to the young man's side along with his shouts, making people only hear his voice

There is already a feeling of salivation.

Zhao Qingrou suddenly shouted happily, not hesitating. She didn't wait to tie the reins, she had already flipped off her horse nimbly and ran away in a puff of smoke

When I got to the steamed bun shop, I negotiated the price with the shopkeeper.

The young man looked helpless. They had to carefully turn off the horse, and then tied the horse, which had worked hard with them, to a fallen tree with withered branches and leaves, and fed the water and weeds. Only then did he turn around leisurely and stand still.

Li Zhiyu's eyes wandered, first looking at the cage of steaming buns and secretly swallowing a lot of saliva, and then his wandering gaze gradually turned to the middle-aged man who was drinking leisurely with a small plate of peanuts on the table not far from Zhao Qingrou.

The man does not wear clothes, but wears ordinary green clothes, and his long hair is tied together at will, which is no different from the dress of a scholar from a poor family. In particular, his wrinkled gown and his appearance of being only middle-aged and full of hair make people see that he is in the dust and has a difficult life.

The young man stood still, looking at the man with a little curiosity.

"Hey, Li Zhiyu, Li Zhiyu" Zhao Qingrou had already found a place to sit down at this time, she reached out and grabbed a bun that was still a little hot, and was about to put it in her mouth. However, remembering that it was not easy to move forward with the boy all the way, he turned his head and called the boy.

The boy lost his mind and did not answer.

The man was just about to pick up the teacup full of wine and put it in his mouth, but he didn't know whether he noticed the young man's gaze, or if his heart was suddenly touched, he put down the wine glass, turned around, and smiled at the young man who was only more than a foot away from him.

Childe's eyes did not turn for a long time, could it be that he saw that there was a wind and dust, and it was especially difficult. I want to give a pot of wine to relieve the dust. The man asked, turning his head and smiling.

The young man heard his words, and his delicate face suddenly became a little blushing.

"Sir, I'm ......" he scratched his head in embarrassment, and wanted to speak.

The man smiled gently, not speaking, but pulled over a bench beside him and pointed at the young man.

"Since Childe stared at it for a long time and didn't go, he might as well listen to the chatter. Let's talk about the grumbling words in my heart, and talk about this huge temple and rivers and lakes. The man chuckled. Seeing that the young man was still standing still, he said with a smile: "Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, it is enough to express Yahuai" The man smiled freely, reached out and picked up a small plate of peanuts on the table, took out one, and threw it into his mouth.

The young man stood silent, and when he had something to say in his chest, he didn't expect the man who was drinking leisurely to snort out a mouthful of wine, and his smile was full of mud, which was like a cloud of mud with his previous sad face.

Zhao Qingrou walked behind the young man angrily, grabbed him by the collar and stretched out his hand to pull it back. The boy lost his voice and shouted, and his appearance was exaggerated.

"When I was a teenager, why didn't I meet a little girl with such teeth and claws, why didn't I have his gentle words and shyness, and his manners were open. The man sighed, picked up the glass in front of him again, and sat alone to drink.

The wine is still cold, and it is warm in the mouth. He poured glasses of wine into his belly, and he was sad again.

Since the boy was pulled to the table by the girl and sat down, he couldn't help but peek a few times at the man who was drinking alone. He wanted to get up and say hello to the scholar who looked friendly and friendly, but as soon as he saw the face of the girl in front of him, he suddenly turned around and sat down, and reached out to take a bun handed by the girl. I don't know what to eat.

"Li Zhiyu!" Zhao Qingrou shouted a little with a little prestige, and raised a fist that looked like a flower fist embroidered legs. When the young man heard this, he hurriedly stuffed the bun that had been stuffed into his mouth, and his words were slurred.

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded, and the down-and-out man dressed as a scholar squirted out the plum wine he had just drunk, laughing and looking happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Qingrou stood up and looked at the man with a little anger.

The man didn't say a word, bent down to pick up the wine glass on the floor, looked at the boy with a smile and replied, "I didn't want to laugh, but seeing you two so close, I suddenly felt a little funny, and I just wanted to laugh." ”

The man replied with a smile, picking up the glass and gently wiping it on top of his slightly dirty sleeve. When he had wiped the dust off his glass, he picked up the flask again and poured himself another full glass of wine.

"It's a pity, it's a pity When the moon was on the willow tops, people were about after dusk. I worked hard to seek fame and knowledge, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would still study and dream. Isn't it ridiculous that he is not only unable to seek up and down, but is instead left alone in the barren mountains and mountains, seeking his own poetry and knowledge?" he muttered to himself. No more turning heads.

Since the boy swallowed the bun that he had swallowed with great difficulty, his speech was naturally much clearer at this time. He hurriedly stood up, looked at the man and asked with a smile: "Sir, you have also been a childhood sweetheart, and you have no suspicions." ”

The man smiled but did not answer, reached out and took the last sip of the wine in the jug, and stood up to say goodbye to the young man.

The man walked in confusion and without purpose, and he staggered along, but within a few steps he had reached out and kicked over the tables and chairs in front of him.

He staggered, disorganized.

In the distance, the two old men and men, who had finished drinking a pot of old wine, were also a little confused at this time, and walked to the vicinity with shaky steps, looking at the man who had fallen step by step and smiled softly.

"Lord Zhixian, it seems that there are still people in this Hengzhou realm who are greedy for cups like you and me. The old man smiled and lifted up the man who looked drunk and almost fell, and reached out to pat his dusty sleeve.

The drunken man didn't appreciate it, but reached out and gently opened the finger that the old man was holding, and then swayed his body and walked two steps quickly.

He couldn't walk more than two steps, suddenly turned around, looked at the old man who showed his elegant bearing, and said loudly: "Since ancient times, the sages have been poor, not to mention that my generation is lonely and straight. I don't say that I am full of wealth and read poetry and books, but this sage's article has not only turned over 10 million. It's just that in the end, I still don't understand the accumulation, I don't know how to say it, can you teach me, sir. He bowed and looked sincere.

The old man was noncommittal, and waved his sleeves lightly.

Since the drunken man accidentally kicked over the table and chairs, the host, who was warmly greeting the guests to eat steamed buns and tea, gradually changed his face full of smiles. After greeting a guest in front of him, he suddenly turned around with a gloomy black face and an annoyed expression.

"You man, why are you so rude" the master shouted loudly, reached out to lift up the table and chair that had fallen to the ground, and grabbed the man who was about to get up.

"The master forgives, forgives" The man sat up, his words vague.

The master scolded sharply, but he refused to let go.

The old man standing in the distance looked at such a scene, looked at the man in front of him and said with a smile: "Lord Zhixian, you can take a good look now, the county you said is not enough to display your talent, but there are still so many disputes in this county. Even if you are put in the temple as the prime minister, and you are placed in the border pass as the general, can you really manage the peace of a country and govern the army without danger?"

The man bowed his head when he heard this, and his face was full of shame. He walked slowly to the two who were in dispute, and said majestically: "Why is there such a dispute?" The man's face was majestic, and he had the majesty to be in charge of a county office.

The shopkeeper, who was about to theorize with the drunken man, turned his head when he heard the words and looked at the man in front of him a few times. He said with a smile: "Yo he! Who should I be, it turned out to be a drunken man." I thought it was a private visit by the master of Qingtian to investigate the people. But you drunk, depressed and depressed reader, why should you care about me. Look at your fine skin and tender meat, and at first glance, even those who have not suffered too much also want to learn from those high-rollers? "The master is upright and unforgiving. He still grabbed the man's arm and didn't let go.

The man looked up slightly. There was already a faint look of anger on his drunken face.

Seeing this, the old man walked two steps quickly to the man's side, dragged him back a little, and whispered in his ear: "How, is there too much injustice in the world?" Do you really think that you can exchange the peace of the world with the blood in your chest alone, and think that you can exchange the world for a bright world just by reading a few poems and books?"

The man was silent. It's hard to be angry.

After the young man finished asking, he saw that he smiled but did not answer, he only thought that he was a rare strange person in the world, and his heart was already sideways. I have no choice but to have little contact with others, and I don't know how to save them. I could only stand up and stand beside the two arguing, anxious to myself.

Zhao Qingrou reached out and sent the last bun, stretched out her sleeve and wiped the oil stains on the corner of her mouth. She smiled at the anxious young man, slowly walked up to him, and reached out to pat the young man's thin shoulder.

Li Zhiyu turned his head sideways, looking at the girl with a leisurely face with a sly smile and still had oil stains on the corners of his mouth, he said anxiously: "Zhao Qingrou, hurry, hurry, you have a lot of ideas, hurry up and rescue the two." ”

"You beg me" She spoke slowly, her face was calm, and she obviously had a little certainty.

Just as the two were discussing together, a man in black suddenly stood up at the other table, he sighed, looked at the unrelenting shopkeeper and laughed softly: "Cheng Baimian, I see that his clothes are ragged and his face is vicissitudes." Obviously, life is not easy. And he is obviously dressed as a scholar, why don't you let him compose a song for everyone? It just so happens that I just ransomed a talented little lady from the Qinglou restaurant and let her babble a song, how about I wait for a happy song?"

The man in black smiled and took a sip of his drink, reached out and took off the black hat of the person who was sitting on the same bench as him, and pushed the woman who had just appeared and was not as good as everyone else was watching, into the middle of several people who were arguing.

The woman is slender and good-looking, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she is quite proper and decent, and she is in her youth. Her eyes were timid, and she was pulled hard by the man in black, and there were still a few lines of tears on her face.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry, I spent a lot of money, a month of luxury, to redeem you from the hands of that vampire old woman, for what? Otherwise, you are also fucking worthy of Lao Tzu's daughter to get drunk, and red candles every night. The man was rough and rude, and his face full of meat was still a little angry, showing that he was distressed about the silver taels that had been spent.

The woman was sobbing with tears in the corners of her eyes. Grief does not stop.

The scholar who was grabbed by the shopkeeper's arm and looked confused suddenly waved his tight arm away and shouted: "Good! Pan is just a down-and-out scholar, and it is no problem for him to compose new songs with old words." But this girl is now in her youth and beautiful, like you and so on, isn't it abrupt and beautiful, disturbing the scenery. The down-and-out scholar surnamed Pan walked up to a few people in a daze and stopped the man's slap that was about to be slapped.

The man smiled, and he laid his foot flat on Pan Zhijun's shoulder, pressing down his elegant body with a slight arc.

"Reader!"

Pan Zhijun nodded lightly, still not bending his spine.

"Reader?" the man asked, and Pan Zhijun nodded slightly.

"Okay! If you don't have any goods in your stomach today, you should be careful here. The man smiled and lifted one of his thighs, which pressed against his shoulder.

"If I, Pan, were silent spectators in the face of such a crisis, then wouldn't I have read the books of the sages in vain and be ashamed of my knowledge. Pan Zhijun struggled to get up, his face still blushing. Looking back on the hard work of studying, I was laughed at by this helpless market today. His color was sad and his expression was embarrassed, but he said that his fate was ill-fated and his life was difficult.

The man in black stepped back, took the woman's slender arm and walked to the shopkeeper with a flattering face and an embarrassed expression. I looked at the reader for a long time.

"Uncle Zhu, this table and chair ...... He ......, "The shopkeepers are obviously still afraid of men's power, which is quite unspeakable.

The man surnamed Zhu smiled softly, turned to the store and said, "Lao Tzu spent a lot of money to buy this little girl, and he will also lose your table and chair money." He reached out and took out a certain ten taels of silver from his clothes, and threw it on the messy table and chair.

A short man at the same table with the man surnamed Zhu laughed and shouted, "Zhu Changfeng, you are really a drunken prodigal." Lao Tzu looked at this little girl a little weird before. I thought that how could a man give birth to such slender hands and feet, although there was no difference in her appearance, but her behavior was orderly and not in a hurry. Now it seems that it is indeed you Zhu Changfeng who is repairing the plank road and secretly Chen Cang. Zhu Changfeng, Zhu Changfeng, the country is easy to change, and his nature is unchangeable. ”

The man smiled after speaking, and his already slightly ugly face added to the obscenity.

The man's surname is Hui Chenguang, and this Zhu Changfeng is also a person from Jiangbei, but because the goods in his hand need to be resold and resold this is why he has traveled thousands of miles, and he has worked tirelessly to come to the gentle Jiangnan from the north of Chu.

Zhu Changfeng laughed and said to the short man: "Brother Hui, this time it has been thousands of miles, you and I have worked hard and far, what is the so-called." Isn't it just for the wealth and gentleness of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. It's just that Lao Tzu never expected that the Jiangnan, which is known for its gentleness and wealth, is nothing more than this, desolate everywhere, few people, but less Lao Tzu Yaxing. Fortunately, when I went to the flower street and willow lane, I didn't expect to meet such a delicate and lovely little lady, but it made me think that it was cost-effective to disturb the distant countryside this time. After he spoke, he gestured to Hui Chenguang, apparently to stop his next words.

Hui Chenguang hummed softly, and without any further words, he got up and poured wine, entertaining himself.

The shopkeeper nodded and picked up the silver tael that had landed on the ground, and his expression was even more flattering.

Since Zhu Changfeng finished speaking, he looked at the down-and-out scholar again.

"The boy surnamed Pan, if you really have poetry and book knowledge, hurry up and write a song to let Lao Tzu be happy, if not, you fucking roll on the ground, let Lao Tzu be happy. Otherwise, the ten catties of silver that I just dropped don't count. He walked up to Pan Zhijun and held him in his hand with one hand.

Fei Jun, the magistrate of the county, was secretly angry, and he was angry, and at this time he was about to step forward and reason with this rude man. Unexpectedly, the old man next to him grabbed his sleeve and shook his head gently.

"Mr. Wang, this ...... As an official of a county, this official is in charge of the punishment of a county, how can he make such a bastard rude" Fei Junjun's face was already showing a faint anger, and he was about to attack. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiran, who was well-known in the state and county and even in the south of Chu, still shook his head and refused to allow it, obviously depending on the development of the situation.

Wang Zhiran stroked his beard lightly and watched coldly.

Zhu Changfeng succeeded in his words, and naturally became more and more perverse at this time, and with the words of Hui Chenguang, a fellow practitioner, he became more and more proud, and his demeanor was high. He looked at the scholar Pan Zhijun carefully for a moment with a condescending gaze, and suddenly smiled, "Boy surnamed Pan, can you do it?" ”

Pan Zhijun looked embarrassed, thinking about his words and deeds, and thinking of his loneliness in a foreign land, he had to give up. "The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it can't measure itself," he lowered his head and said softly, "Yes, of course." I, Pan Zhijun, have been studying for many years, and I have already mastered the principles of poetry and books, how can I not do it. ”

Pan Zhijun hung his head, obviously grinding off the water chestnut by Zhu Changfeng's tight fingers. Zhu Changfeng laughed when he heard this, picked up a bench that was kicked down by Pan Zhijun on his tiptoes, and sat still, with his toes high.

He turned his head and hooked his finger at the panicked and even faintly uneasy woman whose body trembled, and a contemptuous smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh Cui, come here!" Zhu Changfeng shouted loudly. Even if he was reluctant to do anything, he had to walk quickly to the place where he was sitting, and he didn't dare to rest at all.

"That's right!" Zhu Changfeng smiled proudly and looked at this down-and-out scholar playfully.

Pan Zhijun didn't speak, he reached out and gently untied the package on his back, dropping a lot of poetry and scriptures.

"These horizontal batches are Pan's painstaking efforts, but unexpectedly, today's downfall, Pan is ashamed of the sages, ashamed of this book full of books" He spoke slightly, reached out to gather the scriptures that fell all over the ground, took out a piece of paper that was a little whiter than those yellowed scriptures, and stretched out his hand to caress it, with a gentle expression. It is like a hand caressing the best cloth and silk in the world, caressing the picturesque country.

Zhu Changfeng was even more arrogant, he laughed so much that he squirted out the wine, so that the hem of the emerald skirt was stained by the wine and was muddy.

"I think back then, I was also a scholar and scolded Fang Xuan. Unexpectedly, it is still today. is still not famous, and the gentleman's meritorious deeds and words are unexpectedly uncommon. Even if you abide by the gentleman's residence, the words of the sage who are ugly are not in vain. He suddenly smiled softly, swiped his pen lightly, and wrote the most happy article in his life.

"On the gold list, I occasionally miss the leader. The temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty, how to. The attempt is easy, and the fight is unbridled. There is no need to talk about mourning. The talented lyricist is the white-clothed prime minister. ”

"Fireworks Alley, Yiyo Danqing Barrier. Fortunately, I am proud of the person I like, and I can find it. And the red leaning on the green, the romance and the life are smooth. Youth is paid. endured the floating name and changed it to a shallow low singing. ”

Pan Zhijun wrote this poem leisurely and was drunk.

"Who said that every time you slaughter dogs, most of them are readers. This is a backbone that would rather not be bent, and he is a good reader. Wang Zhiran laughed heartily and stroked his beard to himself.