Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

In March, the ice and snow melted, and the flowers bloomed in spring.

In March of Yangchun, everything recovers.

The willows are green and the flowers are red, the birds sing and the swallows dance.

After entering Zhongzhou, the Confucian scholars who had been away from home for many years felt the warmth they had never had before.

Along the official road, go all the way to the Sui Dynasty.

It was very smooth, and most of the people I met were friendly people.

There is also tea on the side of the road.

It's not like in that barren land, when you meet someone on the side of the road who is domineering and draws his sword at every turn...

"Ah, the smell of home~"

The Confucian took a deep breath.

"Ahem! Oh my god, why do people poop on the roadside? They are so incompetent!"

"Tofu! I'm selling tofu!!"

"Seed cake! Seed cake!"

"Hey, let me let you."

"Drive! Drive!"

"........."

All kinds of voices are connected together, and the voice is extremely noisy to others.

But to the Confucian scholars who have been away from home for many years, this voice is extremely pleasant.

The breeze moving the Buddha, the sound of children playing, the wind blowing the flag...  

Confucian scholars feel familiar with everything they see.

"Hey! That guy, why do I think you are so unfamiliar."

Someone yelled from upstairs.

The Confucian raised his head and saw a familiar face protruding from the second floor of the inn.

"Hahaha, the famous Master Jing invited me to eat here?"

"There are regulations, officials can't exceed the specifications." Jing Yu smiled.

A moment later, the second floor of the inn.

Twelve courses, eight hot dishes and four cold dishes.

Jing Yu picked up the wine glass, "This glass will wash away the dust for you, do it!"

"Go ahead, respect the future Great Sui Zaifu."

Jing Yu smiled.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The two still continued to chat.

Talking about what we have seen, heard and thought over the years.

"How many good words have you received?" Jing Yu asked casually.

The Confucian scholar smiled, "That's natural, I'll appreciate it for you when I get back!"

"Just now!"

"It doesn't fit here."

"Take out anything inappropriate and take a look."

Both of them were a little drunk.

The Confucian scholars didn't care so much, and displayed the calligraphy and paintings collected over the years one by one.

“…”

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at them one by one.

"Well, this one is good... this one is also good."

"Damn, this painting is quite romantic!"

"Hey, I can give you this painting."

"Get out!" The Confucian scholar refused without hesitation.

This painting is the last stroke of an old painter who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

He doesn't want to give it to others.

"I'll exchange something with you," Jing Yu said.

"what?"

"Li Ping'an's words."

The Confucian scholar was overjoyed, "Really?"

"Really! I will introduce you to him at the next party and get to know him."

Jing Yu said casually, thinking that he should write a few letters to Li Pingan later so that he could receive a reply.

Then, it can be sold for money.

Li Pingan's name is now in the capital, but it has multiplied and multiplied.

In fact, although his calligraphy and painting are in their own style, they have a different artistic conception.

However, to be honest, there are not many people who really know how to appreciate this artistic conception.

Most people buy the words or paintings he wrote, but they don't really pay attention to his creative skills, nor do they pay attention to whether the writing is good or bad.

But because of Li Pingan's fame.

In these years, Li Ping'an's reputation in the capital of the Sui Dynasty can be said to have been famous for a while.

And Confucian scholars are Li Pingan's die-hard fans.

It can be seen from the fact that he bought the picture of Li Pingan's writing in the brothel from Jing Yu at a high price.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten that I met a particularly interesting person in Snowstorm City this time."

The Confucian scholar took out two more paintings.

"The style of this herringbone is very similar to Master Li Ping'an."

Jing Yu glanced at it, nodded and said, "Well...it really looks like it! If you don't tell me, I really thought it was written by my brother."

"It's enough to confuse the real with the fake." The Confucian scholar said proudly.

Jing Yu asked again, "Hey, what does that person look like?"

"Not tall or fat, just normal looking, but with a cow and a cat beside him."

"Cow?" Jing Yu frowned, "Black cow?"

"Ah."

Jing Yu blinked, "What's his name?"

"Didn't tell me."

Jing Yu thought for a while, then picked up the pen and ink casually.

With just a few strokes, he outlined the appearance of Li Pingan and Da Hei Niu in his memory.

"Is it true that one person is one bull?"

"Hey! Yes! Yes!"

The Confucian scholar was surprised and didn't understand how Jing Yu knew the appearance of the man in the blue shirt.

"This is Li Pingan." Jing Yu said softly.

Confucian scholar:......

(O_o)??

what! ?

His voice rose a few notches.

Then, a roar resembling some kind of ferocious beast erupted in the inn.

"Ahhh! Why!?"

Jing Yu couldn't help covering his ears.

............

Leaving Snow Wind City, headed north all the way.

Walking with legs is naturally not as fast as a Confucian scholar.

So when the Confucian scholars had already arrived in the Sui Dynasty, one person, one cat and one cow had not yet left this world of ice and snow.

In a snow cave, the flames danced.

The cat was wrapped in thick clothes, one layer was the red padded jacket that Li Pingan made for him during the Chinese New Year, and the other layer was the padded jacket bought in Snow Wind City before leaving.

The two layers were added together, and the cat still had a runny nose.

"Hmm... the fairy is so cold."

Li Pingan put a spell on her head.

The cat raised its head, with a yellow talisman on its forehead, and said pitifully, "Fairies also want to learn magic."

"Why do fairies learn magic?"

"Because the spell is very powerful, the cat has to learn it too."

"But I don't know spells. If you want to learn spells, Fairy Mao Mao has to learn from Niu Niu."

The cat turned to look at the old cow who was eating roasted sweet potatoes.

"The Cat Fairy wants to learn magic."

"Moo!"

If Fairy Cat wants to learn magic, she must first learn to write.

So, with this motivation.

Mao Mao Fairy learned to write, but worked harder than before.

The cold night is over, and the long-lost sunshine can finally be seen.

One person, one cow and one cat were traveling during the day.

Occasionally find a snow cave sheltered from the wind at night, sometimes the surrounding area is empty and the snow cave cannot be seen.

Then they set up a tent, with Fairy Maomao lying in the middle, and Li Ping'an and Lao Niu sandwiched on both sides.

The tent is small but warm enough.

It seems that they are not passers-by in this death ice and snow, but are out to travel.

The picture is beautiful and peaceful.

The Cat Fairy turned into a little girl and wrote at night.

The wind was howling outside, and the temperature was so cold that everything was frozen.

Only this small tent is so warm that people don't want to go out at all.

The little girl stretched out her head, but immediately retracted it.

Shaking his head, he regained consciousness for a while, then buried his head and continued to write.

"Boom-!!!"

The sound was not an earthquake, but the grunting of an old cow.

The little girl was already used to it. She held the other end of the brush in her mouth and looked at the small characters in embarrassment.

Well, it’s so difficult~