Leisurely Qinhuai water, deep Chang'an love. Close to the Huai River, there is the language of the Huai River, into the Huai River, a spring breeze with a little humidity will blow in the face.

The little lady squatted on the riverside of the river, because of the posture, highlighted the graceful figure, the mallet gently knocked the clothes resting on the bluestone again and again, did not dare to use how hard, tired and took a break, wiped the bangs and the fine sweat on the forehead, and there was also a well-dressed young master with a book, came to the bank of the Huai River, and recited slowly.

The evening breeze falls, the night fog begins to open, the Qinhuai River that wakes up from a dream, is shrouded in a looming mist, gently rippling with sparkling water waves, under the reflection of a wisp of residual sun, the river water is more and more fresh, like a yellowish, like a light green, like a clear spring, waiting for people to drink.

The river floats in the breeze, bathing the body, washing the thoughts, the willows on the shore are graceful, the sparkling lake, under the breeze blowing, gently and meekly together to move forward, flocks of water birds, with the crisp call, fly briskly on the lake......

The evening breeze rose, the night was also thick, the Qinhuai River not only became deserted because of the arrival of the night, but became more and more lively, a famous Zheng Zheng student arrived with the maid and his dependents as promised, preparing for tonight's Douyuan meeting.

The last little cloud in the sky disappeared, and a bright crescent moon climbed up the branches, reflected on the water, but it was still hazy, making it like a veil of mystery, and circles of silver waves, in the light of the moonlight, rippling and swaying, a school of fish surfaced, slightly open their mouths, and jumped there.

The lights are flickering, and the people on the banks of the Huai River are gradually lighting up the lights.

The blue waves on the river ripple, the breeze blows lightly, the mountains are green and willows are verdant, there is quite a sense of fairyland on earth, far away I saw a painting boat driving from the west, the painting boat is lit up with lights, the top is painted with yellow paint, the ship pillar is carved and the beam is painted with a phoenix, when it approaches, only to find that even the colorful lanterns are portrayed vividly, and they are about to come out. The women on the boat either rely on or stand, all cover their faces with light veils, gather together in threes and threes in Luo clothes, and the merry and talented people write poems and paint, and there are more stunning singers playing the piano at the stern of the boat, so it is not lively.

Fu Jingnian smiled slightly, squinted his eyes and said: "Today, it depends on our Wangda talent to win the first place, only eight buckets high, and you have seven buckets alone." ”

Wang Songbai smiled bitterly: "The righteous brother is really too high-spirited, the younger brother just begs not to burn incense and worship the Buddha without losing face today, which is a great honor." ”

Fu Jingnian smiled, and then said with a glance: "Being a brother is not a lift." ”

The lantern boat stopped in the center of the Huai River, swaying gently, and from a distance, I saw the beautiful women on the bow of the boat, one by one, as the yellow-faced girl had guessed before, she was not very afraid of the cold, her clothes were very thin, the neckline was very open, her body was very white, and the rouge powder on her face was not like the yellow-faced girl. Purple, walking two steps makes people wonder if a thick layer will fall, the rouge powder on their faces is faint, and it looks beautiful in the moonlight, some of them laugh at each other, some are silent, and some sing with a bright voice on the huqin. One, three or two, five, six or seven, sitting side by side on both sides of the bow of the boat, Fu Jingnian looked at it for a long time, and for some reason, he always felt that it was still a yellow-faced girl's little yellow face that was comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

The river was full of smoke and waves, weeping willows sprouted on both banks, and there were many small boats on a dock, Fu Jingnian and Wang Baisong chose one and sat cross-legged.

The two of them drove a flat boat, slowly driving to the painting boat in the center of the Huai River, the breeze came slowly, the water rippled, Fu Jingnian gently paddled the paddle blades with both hands, and flowed into the dense stream of lights and shadows, as vast as Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and did not know where it stopped.

The boat gradually got closer and closer to the painting boat, some of the students who rushed to the boat also boarded the boat, for a while, the Qinhuai River seemed to be lively, there was a brocade boy brother with this profound practice, standing at the head of the boat and walking against the water, so that the boat was like a streamer rushing through, shuttling on the water surface, setting off a splash, there are also people with cold windows at this moment still do not forget to pick up the lamp to read at night, sit quietly on the boat, holding the book, the face is serious, there are also ordinary students who come together, sit on the boat and laugh loudly, recite the poem of the bright moon, the chapter of the song, recite the beautiful scenery of the Huai River, drink in the river, and write poems with a horizontal fan。

Looking at the pine and cypress closed his eyes and concentrated, Fu Jingnian rowed the oars, only to feel that the lights on the shore gradually faded, and the black pressure on the opposite side of the mountains, the mountains and rivers were sympathetic, and the sky was gloomy.

After a while, the two of them boarded the painting boat, which was arranged in a luxurious and unusual manner, Fu Jingnian knew what he was doing today, so he deliberately lagged behind Wangsongbai, and the others on the boat only regarded him as a servant. Wang Songbai walked inside, found a seat, just wanted to sit down, the shoulder was patted, looked back, only to see a young man dressed in brocade like a crown of jade, quietly glanced at Fu Jingnian, then made a gesture at him, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you and I in Yangzhou said that Chang'an will meet, today it is really true, Li Yu still remembers that Brother Wang is proud of his demeanor in Yangzhou, a song "Chang'an Flower" The fame shocked the entire Jiangnan, making countless literati and students flock to it and regard it as a god, saying that the "seeing all the Chang'an flowers in one night" is the spirit of contemporary scholars. It was also passed on by the girls in the Goolan courtyard of the Qinglou who don't know how many families, and changed it to the color of the line, and turned it into a song of ambition under the Huqin and Guzheng. ”

Li Yu smiled, the corners of his mouth hooked, "I don't know what kind of masterpiece Brother Wang will produce today, Li Yu is really looking forward to it." ”

Fu Jingnian buried his head and stood behind Wangsongbai, and after the poor scholar returned a hand, Shi Shiran sat down, and said helplessly: "Then Wang's name is pure luck, luck, and now Brother Li is here, where do you dare to come out to offer ugliness." ”

Fu Jingnian's head was always lowered, burying his face in the shadows, and from time to time someone waved to Li Yu to say hello, and said goodbye to Brother Li.

Li Yu responded with a light smile on his face, and responded calmly and indifferently, as if where this person is, they are all dazzling pearls, Fu Jingnian and the two beside him were skipped at a glance, and they were not even a foil, until a show who was also in the pavilion in Yangzhou City called out the name of Wangsong Bai, which attracted the focus of attention, and occasionally a few people would come forward to report to the door and make friends with poor scholars.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Fu Jingnian, the slender figure seems to be submerged in the surging crowd, however, in the depths of the painting boat, a young man with a long and white face is staring at him, the man leans on the Taishi chair, his fingertips keep tapping on the sandalwood armrest, and he mutters to himself: "Brother Fu, long time no see." ”

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