East Street of Chang'an City

The Tang Dynasty Military Department is still the book of Yin Kaishan Mansion

"Madame, Miss is back!" The maid Chunhua shouted at the family members in the house, here, Mrs. Yin and Miss Wen Jiao had already gotten off the sedan chair and walked towards the house, and another maid Qiuyue stepped forward and helped Mrs. Yin to sit on the main seat in the main hall.

Yin Wenjiao sat on the side with her mother, the maid in the house hurriedly served hot tea, and the other ladies sat down one after another, chatting while tasting tea, Mrs. Yin smiled and talked about the fun along the way, and there was laughter and laughter in the lobby of the main hall.

At this moment, the housekeeper shouted at the door: "The master has arrived!" instantly attracted everyone's attention, "It's the master who is back." Mrs. Yin hurriedly stood up and led a group of family members to stand up to greet her.

As he spoke, a middle-aged man dressed in a large purple flower ayaluo, with a jade belt hook around his waist, and an official uniform had come to the front.

"The lord is back. Mrs. Yin greeted with a smile.

"Well, the old man has just come down to court. Yin Kaishan's face was calm, not smiling, as if he had the demeanor of the head of the family.

When he saw his beloved daughter standing beside his mother, he smiled and said, "My son is full of beauty, is it good for you to enjoy the fun with your mother all the way? ”

Yin Wenjiao pulled her skirt, stepped forward and saluted, the cherry opened her small mouth, and smiled playfully: "Mother Fang Cai is talking about this interesting story there, but my father didn't hear it because I didn't hear it." ”

"Oh, I think that although your father is now a member of the army, he was also a serious talent in his early years, where have you not heard of any interesting things?"

He smiled again: "Could it be that this outing in the suburbs happened to meet a handsome son? Could it be that the old man's future son-in-law has been settled?" Yin's father was in a good mood, and he made a rare joke, which immediately caused everyone to laugh.

"You, you're really disrespectful. I don't see Jiao'er's thin face, and I can't make such jokes. Mother Yin gave Father Yin a fierce look.

In the midst of everyone's laughter, Yin Wenjiao covered her face with embroidered Luopa, standing there like a delicate flower.

After accompanying the family to dinner, Yin Wenjiao said goodnight to her parents, and then returned to her boudoir with her personal maid Chunhua.

The boudoir is fragrant, clean and bright, there are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, the middle is a rosewood table and chair, a guqin is placed by the mullioned window, and next to it is a desk, on which are placed the four treasures of the study.

Yin Wenjiao sat down at the rosewood table, looking thoughtful. The maid Chunhua handed over a cup of fragrant tea and made the bed for the young lady to fold the quilt.

Yin Wenjiao held the cheeks in one hand, turned the delicate porcelain cup in her hand with the other hand but did not drink it, and thought wildly there: the scene of today's outing, the coincidence in the ancestral temple, his prayer in front of the statue of Nuwa Niangniang, and the jokes of the old father.

After thinking about it, he shook his head gently, got up and sat in front of the dressing mirror, and saw the beautiful woman in the mirror with bright eyes and bright teeth, cloud sideburns and flowers, and the country and the city, and secretly sighed in his heart that Shaohua was fleeting, and his face was easy to age, at this time, his mind reflected a handsome and elegant figure, Yin Wen smiled imperceptibly, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his heart, and then he thought that after meeting in the ancestral temple, it may be difficult to see each other again in this life, and immediately like sitting on pins and needles, fidgeting, and his heart ups and downs, like a mess.

meanwhile

Chen Guangrui has also returned home, pushed open the wood door and stepped in, there is a field inside the door, there are many bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, bamboo mats, lanterns and other bamboo products.

It turned out that Chen Guangrui's father was a craftsman, and he was sitting on a low stool to weave a bamboo mat at this time, Chen's father's palms were thick and unbearable, and the calluses were dense, because of years of hard work, Chen's father's face was dark, his back was slightly hunched, and his knuckles were already white.

Seeing this scene, Guangrui felt a little sad in her heart, so she stepped forward and said, "Dad, you can rest for a while." ”

Father Chen didn't stop with his hands and raised his head, and replied honestly: "Don't be busy, I'll finish the work in my hands, let's eat when we're done, you go to the kitchen and give your mother a hand." ”

"Okay. Guangrui replied.

Guangrui came to the humble kitchen at the back, "Guangrui is back?" asked Chen's mother, who was wearing a coarse cloth and a linen apron, while cooking.

"Mother, I'm back. Guangrui answered the voice, while picking up a piece of firewood, skillfully adding firewood to the fire, the fire flickered and reflected the angular handsome face of Guangrui, Guangrui while adding firewood, but involuntarily remembered the scene of the day: the pleasant spring color of Lishan, the magnificence of Qinling, the peach blossom spring water, as well as the bright eyes and bright teeth, the slender and moving shadow, elegant and shy demeanor.

Guangrui shook his head vigorously, but the image of Yiren in his mind could not dissipate, lingering for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, the spring of Chang'an City has quietly left, and in the scorching early summer, after a series of misty spring rains, the weather has become more and more sultry. After dinner, it was already evening, Yin Wenjiao took her personal maid spring flowers to stroll through the lotus pond and enjoy the lotus flowers in full bloom in summer.

Under the moonlight of the lotus pond, Yin Wenjiao was dressed in light cyan tulle, lightly dressed and fanned, and her graceful figure appeared in the tulle, approaching the edge of the pond, a beautiful shadow appeared in the pond water: under the reflection of a round of bright moon, Yin Wenjiao half-covered her face with a lady Su Luo fan, looking forward to self-pity and radiance, but with a faint trace of worry between her eyebrows.

After strolling for about an hour, Yin Wenjiao slowly returned to the boudoir, lit the yarn lamp, turned the book, turned two pages but felt very bored, the seriousness of the past immersed in the sea of books was no longer there, Miss Wen put down the book, walked to the mullioned screen, pushed open the screen, and looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and thought for a while: what is the person's name? Where is the person's name? Where is the person's name? Where is the family now? What is the family background? Can there be a family?。。

The only thing that responds to the ears is the croaking of frogs on a summer night.

was stunned for a while at the moonlight, only to feel a gust of cool breeze blowing, Yin Wenjiao was shocked, closed the screen window, sat down at the table, the candle flame in the gauze lamp flickered, reflecting the slightly haggard and pale face of the beauty.

In the back room of Chaimen, it was already the dead of night

Chen Guangrui lay on the bamboo mat and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply put on his clothes and shoes, walked out of the house, a bright moon hung in the sky, stared at the moonlight for a long time, and Guangrui had a lot of thoughts: this Miss Wen Jiao is beautiful and noble, just like the fairy Chang'e who lives in the moon palace in this bright moon;

Guangrui sighed, returned to the house a little dejectedly, and still tossed and turned after lying back on the bamboo mat, and the faint shadow of the frightening Hong always lingered.