Tang Xiaode saw that the chess game was tense, thinking about these two moves was really exquisite, and raised his head to look at Tianyou: "Sun Tzu, life is like chess, as long as you do your best to create opportunities, you may be able to change the status quo and take advantage of it." ”

Looking out the window, it was almost evening, Tang Xiaode was thoughtful, he put down the chess pieces in his hand, and said, "Sun Tzu, I heard them say that you are so literary and disgusted with martial arts." I'm going to test your poetry?"

While talking, she heard the sound of the stairs, and Tang Wenting also walked out of the ancestral hall early and came to Maoshan Tea House to take her younger brother Tianyou home for dinner. Hearing that her uncle Tang Xiaode was going to test her younger brother's poems, Wen Ting smiled: "Uncle, my brother is full of wealth, although you have a little difficulty." ”

Tianyou smiled and said, "Please ask my uncle to ask the question." ”

Tang Xiaode: "Take the chess as the topic, I will write the above, and you will follow the next." ”

Tianyou: "Good!"

Tang Xiaode: "The chess sound flower courtyard is closed." ”

Tianyou: "The Shadow Stone Altar is high. ”

Tang Xiaode: "Poetry is divided into topics because of the testers. ”

Tianyou: "Chess is low for the sake of sparing people." ”

Tang Xiaode: "The layout of palace chess does not follow the scriptures. ”

God bless: "Black and white clear sub-counting"

Tang Xiaode: "Panasonic Go, pine nuts fall with the chess pieces." ”

Tianyou: "Uncle, what you are talking about are ancient poems, this is a famous story. The Song Dynasty writer Su Dongpo and Huang Tingjian played against each other in Panasonic, and the pine nuts just fell on the chessboard. As soon as Mr. Huang looked up, he saw a fisherman fishing under the willows on the opposite side of the lake, so he said, "Fishing by the willows, willow silk is often accompanied by fishing wires." With that, Tianyou stood up and walked to the window facing the river, trying to find a topic by the river.

God bless "ah".

Just listen to a dilapidated wooden boat on the river surface of the breeze sliding quickly, bursts of "woo" crying accompanied by the cold autumn wind with the small wooden boat drifting with the wind, the sound is very soft, very soft, very sad, into the heart of the tear-jerking, in the early autumn evening, the sorrow of the sunset is about to rise, even if the blue sky is white clouds, the river breeze ripples, with the arrival of the cry, this breezy evening has been particularly desolate.

A chill surged into Tianyou's heart, and Tianyou felt a trace of inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Wen Ting also heard the tear-jerking cry, Wen Ting pulled Xiaochun to Tianyou's side, stood by the window and looked carefully, only to see a thin little girl wearing a thin green dress and quickly rocking a dilapidated wooden boat on the breezy river from the west, the crying sound from the river was obviously from this thin little girl.

Tianyou sighed "hey".

Wen Ting looked at it and saw that the dilapidated wooden boat was gliding like flying under the little girl's hands, as if it was floating with the wind, Wen Ting felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say what was wrong.

The dilapidated little wooden boat had quickly docked, and the little girl tried her best to restrain her sobbing, walked quickly to the door of the Maoshan Tea House, tied a grass ring on her head, bowed her head and knelt down, and began to whimper in a low voice again, and kept saying, "Okay, buy me, let my father rest in peace." ”

Standing upstairs and looking out, I vaguely saw a few frames of pears on the dilapidated wooden boat, and in the middle of the cabin was a man lying upright, like a dead man.

Look at the little girl again, pick up a piece of gravel and write four words on the bluestone slab in Qianguo Lane: "Sell yourself to bury your father".

Wen Ting saw that the little girl's way of picking up the gravel and writing was very special, and she was also very well-behaved, one stroke after another was like a familiar swordsmanship, sonorous and powerful, but she couldn't remember what it was, she just felt very special.

The teahouse was already full of people, and people looked at the little girl with curious eyes.

For more than 100 years, there were only people buying and selling fruits, passers-by and tourists.

The onlookers were discussing: There are only fruit sellers in Qianguo Lane, and they are not allowed to sell and sing, where can the matter of selling and burying his father happen?

"Little girl, you have come to the wrong place, this is Qianguo Lane, you can only sell fruits here, why did you come here to sell yourself?"

"Hey, the little girl is so pitiful, why do you have to sell yourself?"

"Please ask Steward Tang to take care of it, how can you come here to sell yourself and bury your father. ”

"Why do you have to take care of everything? Qianguo Lane is the Qianguo Lane of our fruit farmers, and we all have to take care of it. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, should, should. ”

Suddenly, the people sensed that something had been said wrong, and the conversation stopped, and fell silent, looking at the little girl, at the person who had just spoken.

The person who spoke was a little boy with a long face, a pair of black and talking eyes, black shiny hair, and a slightly upturned nose, it was Wang Jibao, and next to him stood Wang Jichan, Li Jiahao, Zhou Qingliu, and Zhou Qingquan.

As soon as they saw that it was the prince of the Wang family in the Tang family's villa in the east, everyone didn't say anything, and looked at Wang Jibao quietly.

Wang Jibao pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, and said with an old-fashioned look: "How old is the little girl?"

Little girl: "Fifteen. ”

Wang Jibao: "Where is the people?"

Little girl: "Tongling, Anhui." ”

Wang Jibao: "What's your name?"

Little Girl: "Fluttershy." ”

Wang Jibao: "What butterfly?"

Little girl: "Butterfly of butterflies." ”

Wang Jibao: "What an ugly name, like a flower butterfly." ”

The little girl did not answer, but only wept in a low voice.

Wang Jibao: "Why do you want to sell yourself to bury your father?"

The little girl cried: "The little girl was an orphan, abandoned by her parents since she was a child, and raised by her adoptive parents. The adoptive parents made a living by fishing, and their lives were also passable, but the year before last, there was a big flood in Tongling, and there was a famine, and the adoptive parents took me all the way to the south of the Yangtze River. Last month, my adoptive mother died of illness in Zhenjiang, and it was very difficult for my adoptive father to fish in a small boat alone. We trafficked a boatload of pears from the foot of Maoshan this morning, and we didn't want to go halfway, when my father suddenly screamed and had a headache, and the little woman rowed desperately alone, but it was ......."

The little girl began to whimper again.

The onlookers listened quietly to the little girl's words, and everyone heard every word of the little girl clearly. Wen Ting naturally listened to it very well. Wen Ting listened to this little girl's speech clearly and purely, which was very strange.

Wen Ting: "Let's go, brother, let's go and have a look." "I turned my head and saw that Tianyou was no longer there. Koharu was running downstairs.

Wen Ting took a step forward and grabbed Xiaochun: "Hurry up, let's go together." ”

Downstairs, Wang Jibao: "Raise your head, let me see?"

The little girl raised her head, and the crowd of onlookers was amazed. This little girl was supposed to be a beauty, with snow-white skin and a pair of big watery eyes, but she had a gray face, with an ugly black birthmark on her right eye up to the center of her eyebrows, and her face was full of red spots like pockmarks.

People began to exclaim: "This girl is so pitiful, the red spots on her face can't be leprosy?", so the onlookers began to retreat, and Wang Jibao also took a step back.

In fact, everyone knows that Wang Jibao went up to pound the paste, and when he saw Wang Jibao retreating, many people deliberately used their bodies to block him from retreating, and suddenly a voice shouted behind him: "Wang Er, Huobao, what do you mean, after asking for a long time, you don't buy it, and you don't give an explanation, and you still want to walk?"

Everyone looked at it, and the person who spoke was Tang Wenbo, a disciple of the Tang family.