Qin smiled at the bird: "Then she disguised herself as a man and joined the army." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Can you guess this?" Lan Ting looked incredulous, and continued to preach without succeeding in the little trick: "After Mulan joined the army, she was brave and good at fighting, and she was invincible. But as a woman, there are always a few days a month when she is physically exhausted. These days are commonly known as menstrual events. ”

Qin blushed again when he heard this, but he was curious about what kind of story this young man was telling. So I listened more carefully.

Lan Ting said: "On this day, Mulan came to the moon for the first time, and it was unfortunate that the two armies exchanged fire again on this day. Mulan was sent to the front line, and it was said that the front line was really full of artillery fire. The enemy's red-coated artillery shelled in, killing and wounding countless people. Mulan stood up, unfortunately blood flowed between her legs, thinking that it was a menstrual incident. This scene was seen by the centurion next to him. The centurion asked her worriedly if she was hurt, and Mulan was very shy and kept replying that it was fine. But the blood flowed more and more, and the centurion forcibly took off her pants and looked at her, and said angrily: "Damn, the birds have been blown up, and it's all right?"

Qin laughed at the bird, where could he still care about being shy, holding on to the door frame and bending over with a smile.

Lan Ting couldn't help but laugh, and said seriously: "This story tells us that this centurion is a stupid bird, haha." He finally couldn't help but laugh.

The two laughed for a while before gradually stopping, Qin Xiangniao looked at Lan Ting and said in his heart that this young man is quite to his liking, and said with a smile: "Little brother, your allusion is really wonderful." ”

Lan Ting smiled: "Uncle, is your name taken from this allusion?"

Qin shook his head at the bird and said, "My name has another meaning. After speaking, he straightened his clothes, cleared his throat and sang, "The birds in the trees are in pairs, and the green waters and green mountains bring smiles." I picked a flower casually, and I wore it with my wife. From now on, he will no longer suffer from that slavery, and both husband and wife will return home. You plough the field and I will weave, and I will carry water and you will water the garden. Although the cold kiln is broken, it can shelter from the wind and rain, and the love between husband and wife is bitter and sweet. You and I are like mandarin ducks, flying like wings in the world. ”

Lan Ting knew that he was singing a passage from the Yellow Plum Tune. It tells the story of the Seven Fairies who went down to help the poor scholar Dong Yong privately, and later the Seven Fairies fell in love with Dong Yong, and the two tied the knot, but the Jade Emperor was furious and captured the Seven Fairies back to Heaven, and the two were separated from each other since then.

Lan Ting often went to the theater to listen to the theater when he was a child, and at that time he couldn't afford to buy a theater ticket, so he could only sneak in when people were not paying attention, and if he was caught, he would have a good beating. Even so, he still happily slipped in to listen to the play, not because of how well the play was sung, but because he was willing to listen to the story in the play.

Everyone likes stories with perfect endings when they are young, but Lan Ting gradually knows how to cherish everything in life after listening to many poignant stories. No matter who you are, you can only live a good life if you understand the hard-won truth.

Lan Ting found that Qin had tears in his eyes after singing this Huangmei tune, and thought that he was also a sensual person, and he felt close to him at the moment.

"Uncle, you sing so well. Lan Ting gave a thumbs up.

Qin sighed to the bird: "Although the play is good, it is a play after all!"

Lan Ting didn't know why he was sad, and comforted: "Uncle, drama is like life, and a happy life will definitely come." ”

Qin smiled knowingly at the bird, "Let's go, follow me into the house." ”

Lan Ting followed him into the gallery, there was not much space inside, and there were pictures piled up everywhere, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the scrolls were piled up in a mountain.

The gallery was a little messy, and it was not easy to find a place to put his feet, so Lan Ting could only stand in one place, turning his body to admire the scrolls on the wall.

Qin said embarrassedly to the bird: "Little brother, it's too chaotic here, you can take care of it." ”

"It's okay, uncle, your paintings are so beautiful. Lan Ting was fascinated by the beautiful paintings on the four walls, including mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, and beasts, as well as snow on the horizon, the moon and the earth, but only the characters were missing.

Lan Ting is very strange, although he doesn't know how to draw, but he can still distinguish between good and bad. If these are all painted by Qin to the birds, then I really found the right person today.

"Uncle, did you draw these?" Lan Ting asked

"yes, I drew it a long time ago. Qin moved a chair over the bird and beckoned Lan Ting to sit down.

"It's so good!" Lan Ting was simple, he admired people with a skill very much, so he sat on a chair and carefully admired these paintings again. Suddenly, he found a figure on the east wall, and this time he was looking for Qin to paint a portrait of Xu Jinyu. Therefore, it is natural to look at Qin's skills in painting characters with birds.

Lan Ting looked carefully, and saw that the three-foot picture scroll was painted with a gentle woman, with long hair like clouds, skin better than snow, slim among the flowers, eyes like water, and eyebrows like the moon. Although it is in the painting, it can still be seen that it is a peerless beauty, with a red bracelet on her wrist, reflecting her fair skin.

Lan Ting was fascinated at first glance, is there such a beautiful woman in the world? In his memory, Xu Jinyu and Shering were the most beautiful women in the world, but compared with the women in the painting, they seemed to be a little worse. I thought about it, but I couldn't think of anything that was on business.

At this time, he suddenly saw two lines of poetry written in thin gold script on the upper right side of the scroll. He didn't read much, because Childe liked this font, so he learned some of it.

I saw that the handwriting was erratic, the strokes were slender and long, and the hidden edge was fully visible at the turning point. What shocked Lan Ting even more was that the two lines of the poem turned out to be "There is a dagger in the Xunjiang River, and I don't know how to be lovesick." ”

Isn't this the same as the poem in the picture book he got in the tomb?

Lan Ting couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only turn his head and ask Qin Xiangniao, "Uncle, who is the woman in this painting?"

Qin Xiangniao noticed that Lan Ting had been staring at this painting for a long time, and knew that he must have been impressed by the beauty of the woman in the painting, and said with a smile: "To be honest, I don't know who it is. ”

"Huh?" Lan Ting was a little disappointed, and thought about taking out his small album for Qin to see, maybe there was some story in it. As soon as Qin said to the bird, he lost interest.

Qin said to the bird again: "Speaking of which, I copied this painting, and the owner of the painting is a friend of mine. ”

"What's your friend's name?" Lan Ting couldn't help but ask

Qin said to the bird: "He is hidden in the mountains, and you don't know him when he says it." ”

Lan Ting chased after him, "Let's hear it, maybe I know each other?" I thought to myself, I don't know, isn't there still a son.

Qin liked Lan Ting very much about the bird, so he didn't think much about it, and said, "His name is Kang Hui, but he is not the monster with a copper head and iron forehead and a red-haired snake body in the myth. He's a handsome boy. ”

"Kang Hui!" Lan Ting had heard Qi Chu say that if he talked about music and rhythm, only Kang Hui could compare with him.