The fox squatted aside, alone in sorrow. At that time, the wind and snow were snowy, and the blue shadows were in pairs. Now he is alone, alone, like a big dream, and the spring realm is empty. But now looking at this shy and unspeakable young girl, her heart that has been calm for a long time is gradually rippling, as if there is a spring tide surging, and the waves are turbulent. It trembled lightly and said sadly: "The scenery of the world is the same as before, and the vicissitudes of life have been a hundred years. ”

The girl lowered her eyebrows around her fingers and pulled her hair in a light bun. The young man was demented, stunned, his palms were sweaty and his slightly tattered robe, and there were melancholy sighs.

The snow-white fox reminisced about the past, and Gu Ying felt sorry for himself. Then he turned his eyes to look at the two people whose faces were red and unspeakable at the moment, silent themselves, and it was difficult to return to their thoughts. It stepped out in one step, not thinking much, and walked to the two of them and squatted down gently.

The young man hid his sorrows, still thinking about Zhao Qingrou's little words in his heart. The girl dipped her fingers in the old paper, thinking in her heart how to comfort the silent teenager.

The fox was impatient, its throat grunted, and it asked expectantly and fearfully, "Do you know a scholar named Zhang Yuchu?" ”

The fox hissed softly, and the echo in the cave reverberate. Hearing this, the girl turned her head to look around, looking at the fox with an expectant face.

The fox's voice is delicate and gentle, just like a warbler's cry, like a woman with two or eight flowers, delicate and shy, cowardly and pitiful, and it makes people look sideways when they hear it.

The young man covered his mouth when he first woke up from a big dream, took two steps back, and hesitantly stretched out a finger to point at himself, and then pointed at the fox, who is the person in the dream.

"How can this fox speak?" asked the boy in a trembling voice.

The girl touched the fox's snow-white head and sneered at the boy.

The boy's face was full of disbelief.

"That's it," Zhao Qingrou said firmly. Without waiting for the boy to continue to ask, the snow-white fox ran two steps to the place where the two holes were connected, and returned to the two of them with the yellowed ancient painting that was about to be broken in his mouth, with tears in his eyes.

The little girl couldn't bear it, so she dragged the unconscious young man hard, and asked softly: "Li Zhiyu, you are very knowledgeable, do you know a scholar named Zhang Yuchu." ”

When the young man heard this, he was happy in his heart, and smiled very unconscionable. What is this talking about, I should know this scholar named Zhang Yuchu when I am a scholar, which sage has said this kind of truth from ancient times to the present.

The boy shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, the fox lowered his head, his yellow eyes were a little dim, and his eyes were full of tears.

The little girl couldn't bear to see it. She touched its supple fur and comforted it softly, "Although I don't know, there are other ways to solve it." You must know that the world can't escape the word fate, if there is a fate, it can be expected to gather naturally, if there is no fate......" At the end of her words, she stopped her words in hindsight.

The fox bowed his head and was speechless, and even the snow-white and shiny fur on his body was a little dim at the moment, and he groaned listlessly.

The young man smiled bitterly, calmed his mind, and also comforted him: "When we gather and disperse, there is no certainty; Maybe one day you can walk the sea of clouds in Kyushu and the scenery of the world, maybe you can meet this Zhang Yuchu's scholar, right?"

The fox was silent, and Xiao Suo wept sadly.

When the girl saw her grief, she raised her head and recalled what she had seen and heard along the way. But after thinking about it for a long time, I can't remember how I have ever met this young scholar named "Zhang Yuchu".

Let's talk about Meiping County, since Zhao Qingrou urged Ma and Li Zhiyu to leave together in the plum forest, more than three months have passed in the blink of an eye. Time changes from movement to quietness, the weather changes from scorching sun to autumn breeze, and everything is quiet. But that thousand-mile horse feels like sitting on pins and needles every day.

Since saying goodbye to the girl in the plum forest, Zhang Haiju has lost his soul every day, and he doesn't distinguish between things and things, so he is melancholy. In addition to reading poems and books every day, eating, drinking, and Lazar. As for the rest, ignore it. Just thinking that the girl had returned earlier, I was relieved of my melancholy. But as soon as the summer turned to the autumn cool, the short brown coat he wore became a longer coarse cloth autumn coat, and the person who was waiting for it was still eager to wear it.

Zhang Haiju sat and waited hard, how to get the date. still remembers that when he first arrived in Qiu Ruhai's dilapidated blacksmith shop, he lived a life of poetry and books every day as a rich and idle child, and he didn't think too much about anything else except reading poetry and articles every day. After all, he was born in a rich and noble family, who would have thought that the noble son of a man who did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers would now be bullied by dogs in Pingyang. Every day, he is not only ridiculed by Qiu Ruhai's banter words, but also called "warm jade spring" by those ordinary women in the market.

Zhang Haiju didn't understand it at first, but he thought that they called themselves humble gentlemen, gentle as jade, but they were a little complacent. Later, when he saw Qiu Ruhai every time he heard those shy girls call him that, the man covered his mouth and snickered, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were wrinkled, he was suspicious, but it was not easy to ask. This man, I haven't seen him much before.

Zhang Haiju was puzzled, and in desperation, he found a familiar person in the market to inquire, and only then did he know that this title not only did not have the meaning of poetry and book etiquette, but was full of ridicule of his good skin, which could be laughed at, and even more so the truth of the Furong Spring Festival. As for what the young man thinks is like jade, there is no trace of subtlety.

Not only these women, but even those men with broken sleeves who are very hidden under the acquaintance will touch his cheeks and say some considerate words. is a thin-skinned reader, and his heart is naturally like a mirror, but he doesn't know how to get rid of it, he is extremely melancholy.

Later, Zhang Haiju was so annoyed that he could only be unkempt every day in order to relieve pressure. But women not only do not think it is ugly, but they rejoice it. The sons of the scholar clan who couldn't catch the beauty in Meiping rushed to follow suit and called it "unkempt beauty". The effect is naturally only known to oneself.

Later, Brother Gongzi was forced to have no other choice but to pick up the unfamiliar hammer and iron tongs, and follow Liu Chengqing every day to learn how to forge ironware, in order to be able to use the boiling heat of the stove to keep away the men and women who took the opportunity to rub the oil. Although this trick has worked. But after all, Zhang Haiju is new to this way, several times due to unfamiliar skills, not only the hoe required by a farmer is sharpened into a sickle, but also the sickle is sharpened smooth and translucent, the blade is as thin as sandpaper, bright and bright like a divine soldier. But after all, it's a showcase. Not only can you not hoe and cut branches, but if you don't pay attention, you will be in danger of cutting yourself. The surrounding farmers have been uncomfortable for a long time, but it is hindered that he has a good skin, and every time he comes, he will promise to use poetry and book etiquette, and he does not understand whether he listens or not, but it is extremely useful to listen to it. But the prestige of this "two-edged knife" gradually spread.

Every time Zhang Haiju encounters such a situation, he thinks too much, and he blushes with a handsome face and wants to explain in words. But before he could finish explaining, the vulgar men laughed and joked. Speaking of Brother Zhang, a few days ago, a girl called a neon dress came to Cuihong Mansion, not only looks like a fairy in the sky, but also speaks in a voice like a warbler and a bird, which is endearing. When Zhang Gongzi is interested, he can recommend it on his behalf.

Every time the son, who is not deeply involved in the world, hears such words, none of the poems and books he has learned can be used. Except for the occasional gentleman's two sentences, he can no longer reply. I can only hold the hammer in my hand and hit the ping-pong sound. Seeing him like this, those men happily drank a sip of Meiping County's authentic plum wine, laughed and dispersed.

However, some righteous women in the vicinity, every time they come to find this handsome son, when they encounter such a situation, they all scold these men with a red face and are not serious. Persuade Brother Gongzi not to mind, how can the realm of relying on red and green be as wonderful and beautiful as they say. is just doing the trick of secretly crossing Chen Cang, and persuading the son not to think too much.

One by one, he took out the embroidery needles, bronze mirrors, dressers and other daughters that he was meditating on, and asked the young boy who was unfamiliar with his skills to do the fine work of grinding needles and scissors.

Every time these little girls came, Liu Chengqing, who was sitting at the door and drinking leisurely, would smile and say: "Haiju, do you see whether today is to sharpen scissors for the girl of the Li family, or to connect the needle and thread for the girl of the Zhang family!"

The young man blushed and thumped the red-hot pig iron under his hands, taking the opportunity to avoid the teasing words of the drunken man.

The man laughed, and the gourd with the coodong drinking also swayed up and down, and occasionally squirted out two sips of wine. It's so pleasant!

Another time, the little girl of the Wei family went out of the house and didn't go anywhere, so she stood outside the blacksmith shop with a thug and servant. Jiao said timidly: "Zhang Gongzi, I read a poem about the resentment of the boudoir today, and I want to ask you to explain it." ”

Brother Wen Run, who was working hard to strike iron, listened to these words, and finally got on the edge of what he had learned. He wiped his flushed face casually and looked at Miss Wei with a happy face. If you say that he is a layman and laughs at him, but in terms of poetry, except for the shy young man who is slightly inferior in the plum forest, he is really not afraid of anyone.

"The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns. But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated. ”

The girl asked in a coquettish voice: "Zhang Gongzi, tell me how this poem is." ”

The young man stopped talking and fled in shame, and the onlookers laughed and laughed, and the flowers and branches trembled. Such bizarre scenes are staged almost every day in the blacksmith's shop.

At this time, Qiu Ruhai, who occasionally sat with Liu Chengqing to drink and laugh, would also squint his hazy drunken eyes and ask him with a smile: "Haiju, there is a way for a sage to lift in the sea." You are a great sage who is entangled in such mundane things every day, and I am not worth it for you. ”

Miss Wei pursed her mouth angrily, staring at the drunk man with a pair of bright apricot eyes. The young man was reluctant to hear the boss, and did not dare to interject, so he could only remain silent as he was the person concerned.

Living like this for a long time, although it is dull, it is also quite interesting. Zhang Haiju didn't know when, he also fell in love with this boring and novel life every day.

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