My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and found that behind the maid who was sitting and copying poems, there was a beautiful girl in scarlet clothes holding a pipa. She just stood there and looked at them with a smile. Her every breath, every frown and smile was full of charm.

"Madam Su Meng." The other four people except Chang An raised their hands and bowed to Su Meng.

"Gentlemen." Su Meng smiled and bowed to everyone.

Chang An looked at the woman and found that she was also looking at him. So, Chang An also greeted her, "Su Meng is here, why don't you come over and sit down?"

When she heard Chang An calling her, the smile on her face widened a little, and her eyebrows and eyes curved a little. Then she walked towards Chang An with the pipa and sat directly in the empty seat next to him.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Su Meng was playing music for other guests downstairs just now. I can't come over right away. Please forgive me." Su Meng said, looking at Chang An beside him. "What a coincidence that I heard Chang An's poem after I came up."

Chang An faced Su Meng's gaze with a calm expression. He picked up the wine pot and poured her a glass of wine. He said, "Then I wonder what you think of my poem, Su Meng?"

"I don't have any opinion. The only opinion is: 'good poem'." When Su Meng spoke, his eyes never left Chang An.

Du, Cui, Zhang, and Zhao, who were sitting around, were also silent, wanting to see how this "wife-loving maniac Chang Yonghe" would deal with Su Meng. They knew a lot about the scandal between the original owner Chang An and Su Meng, and had seen a lot of it, but gossip is something that you will never know.

"Then I wonder if you can come up with a matching poem?" Chang An said with a faint smile.

Su Meng drank the wine in the glass, shook his head and said, "This is the birthday poem you wrote for Mr. Zhang. Even if it's not the birthday poem, I don't think I can match it with the poem."

Only then did she see the candy on the table, and she asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is a snack candy that I developed myself. It's quite sweet. If you want to eat it, just take it." Chang An said, and picked up the wine glass again.

Su Meng smiled, stretched out her jade-like fingers, picked up one and put it in her mouth. After holding it for a while, she said with a smile, "It is indeed sweet."

Chang An also finished the wine in his glass, and saw Su Meng holding the wine pot, first filling the glasses for Du, Cui, Zhang, and Zhao, and then pouring wine for Chang An. Chang An looked up at Su Meng and found that her eyes were slightly moving, as if she was affectionate. Su Meng found that she was looking at her and smiled back. This look was affectionate but not charming, and it was not like the feeling that a prostitute would have towards her guests.

Chang An is a man and a husband. He has seen this kind of look in Gu Li's eyes before, and only in Gu Li's eyes.

Chang An immediately knew the reason in his heart, and he sighed secretly, but on the surface he remained calm, smiling and nodding at her. When Su Meng saw Chang An smiling at her, the light in his eyes became brighter. When she put down the wine pot and sat down, she quietly moved a little closer to him.

"Today is Brother Zhang's birthday," Chang An raised his cup and said to Su Men, "Why don't you play a song?"

"Okay." Su Meng also picked up the wine glass, and the two of them clinked their glasses together. "Then Su Meng will show off his ugliness."

Then, Su Meng picked up the pipa, took two steps back, and began to play. Su Meng plucked the pipa strings, and a burst of arpeggios came out. Du, Cui, Zhang, and Zhao were all intoxicated by it, but Chang An was the only one who drank wine and ate food silently, and seemed not to be immersed in the music.

When the song ended, Chang An asked, "Is this song "Liu Yao"? "

"Yes." Su Meng sat back in her original seat and continued to pour wine for Chang An with a smile on her face.

"That's good." At this time, Chang An came to the maid waiting to copy the poem, picked up the pen and wrote:

"Spring rain is lazy to follow the youthful craziness, and life is haggard for busy poetry. I can't be disdainful to follow the generation, and I am ashamed to miss my hometown. The white jade flute sounds at the family's banquet, and the six-yao flower beats the fragrance of clothes. The dragon swallows loudly to stay in the moonlight, and the phoenix wings stagger to set the scene. The pink wine guests are happy in four seats, and the light of flowers and candles shine on the west wall. How much do I know about vanity and extravagance? How can I be as open-minded as you."

After finishing this poem, he threw it on the ground in front of him, and then wrote another one on a new piece of paper:

"The river bank is fresh with dew, and the moon is half full on the fragrant island. The beauty orders the orchid boat to paddle along the green willow river. I only pity her for her understanding of the strings and her words, and I don't see her socks covered with dust. The love is long and the sound is far away, and the tune urges the voice to send off. I am sure you will know that she is holding down her jade hand, and she will also cover her with a silk scarf. Tonight on the autumn river, how can there not be a heartbroken person."

After writing, he also casually threw it on the ground in front of him. Du Chengming, who was sitting over there and closest to him, went forward and picked up both pieces of poetry paper. Then the remaining three people also came over and read the two poems while eating. After reading, several people couldn't help but sigh, and at the same time, the expressions on their faces were also very interesting, and they whispered to each other.

"Mrs. Su Meng, this is a poem for you." Du Chengming placed the poem paper in front of Su Meng.

"For... for me?" Su Meng suddenly felt a little unbelievable. She glanced at Chang An who was still sitting at the table. This time, he did not look up at her. Instead, he thought for a while and started writing on the paper again. So Su Meng had no choice but to lower her head, pick up the poem paper, and read it.

After Chang An finished writing, he did not throw it directly on the ground, but took out another piece of silver from his purse, put it on the table, and then whispered something into the maid's ear. The maid nodded to show that she understood, and then Chang An stood up and returned to his original position.

When Chang An returned to his seat, Su Meng had just finished reading the poem. The corners of her mouth curled up without any charm, and her eyes were full of soft light without a trace of romance. She knew that Chang An had never written poems for people like them, so she was not sure whether these two poems were written for her, so she raised her head and asked tentatively:

“What are these two poems?”

"Yes, it is indeed written for you." Chang An took a sip of wine, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up some food and put it in his mouth.

After Su Meng came up, the moment she saw Chang An, her charming aura slowly dissipated. And when she heard Chang An admit that the two poems were indeed written for her, the last trace of charm in her body disappeared.

"Then Su Meng would like to thank you here." Su Meng said, then sat up straight and happily put some dishes into Chang'an's bowl.

But when she was about to sit back, she caught a glimpse of a jade pendant on Chang'an's waist. The pattern on the jade pendant was outlined by a hollowed-out center, and a heart knot was carved on it. And the jade pendant didn't look like it was made by a famous hand. If you look closely, you can see that some details are not well made. But except for the jade pendant and a purse embroidered with the word "hometown", there was nothing else on Chang'an's waist.

She felt a little confused because Chang An had never worn this jade pendant more than a month ago, or even longer ago.

At this time, Chang An noticed that Su Meng beside him was motionless, which was a bit strange, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Meng also came back to her senses at this time, and quickly sat down and asked, "Why did you change the jade pendant on your waist? I have never seen you wear this jade pendant before, and the same goes for this purse."

Chang An also looked at his waist at this time and replied: "This is a jade pendant carved by my wife for me. This sachet was also embroidered by her. The word 'hometown' on it is her name: Gu Li."

Su Meng suddenly felt her heart tighten at this moment, because she found that when Chang An looked at the jade pendant and sachet, his eyes and tone were filled with endless tenderness.

"You... are married?" Su Meng asked with some difficulty, her body trembling slightly.

"Well, it's been exactly one month today." Chang An said, retracting his eyes from the jade pendant and purse.

Su Meng also looked at Du, Cui, Zhang and Zhao with some disbelief.

"That's true," Du Chengming said, with some admiration in his tone, "At that time, Brother Yonghe wrote five poems to urge the bride to get ready, just to see the new bride earlier, and the four of us also recited one poem for him."

"That's right. Not only was there such a grand wedding, but even after the wedding, Brother Yonghe was very fond of Madam Gu." Zhang Rushi also said.

"Really..." Su Meng was full of bitterness at this time.

"Mrs. Su Meng, you... don't know if Chang Lang is married?" Cui Hujin saw that something was wrong with Su Meng and asked.

"I am confined to the yard every day and not allowed to go out. I don't know about these things..." Su Meng said, lowering her eyelashes slightly, trying not to let others see her current embarrassment.

"And judging from Brother Yonghe's attitude, I don't think he will take a concubine." Zhang Rusi said, "Brother Yonghe dotes on his wife like this, wrote a whole collection of poems, and invented such delicious snacks, all for Madam Gu."

"Alright, alright, alright," Chang An looked at them and raised his glass helplessly, "Let's drink. Especially you, Brother Zhang. If we don't get you drunk tonight, we're not giving you face!"

The others also responded by raising their glasses, and Su Meng at the side also forced a smile and raised his glass.

After a while, because the guests knew that Su Meng was going to drink with Chang An and the others, they were very tactful and did not ask Su Meng to play music, so Su Meng had to sit among the gentlemen. But while drinking, she would secretly look at Chang An from time to time, but he did not look at her many times. The few times he looked at her were when she poured wine for him, or when Chang An poured wine for her and asked her to drink with him.

After drinking almost enough, Chang An calculated the time, called a maid, gave her a piece of silver, and asked her to go to Chang's house to pass on a message for him.

After giving the instructions and drinking a few more cups, he stood up, raised his hand and saluted, saying, "I'm sorry, everyone. My wife is still waiting for me at home. I'll take my leave first."

"It's okay." Zhang Rusi waved his hand and said, "We all understand."

"I'm leaving first." Chang An said, then looked at Su Meng beside him and said again: "I'm leaving first, see you later."

"Hmm..." Su Meng also forced a smile and responded.

Chang An came to the door of Xinluan Restaurant, took a deep breath of air outside, and his mind became a little clearer. There were guests coming in and out around him, and it seemed that the upcoming curfew could not stop these guests.

After waiting for a while, he was almost awake, and a carriage stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw that it was his own carriage, and a half figure sticking out of it caught Chang'an's eyes. It was a figure that he was very familiar with.

"Chang Lang, I'm here to pick you up." Gu Li got out of the car and stretched out his hand to pull him over.

"Okay, let's go home." Chang An took her hand and let her get on the carriage first, and then he followed.

Sitting in the carriage, Chang An yawned. Seeing this, Gu Li pulled him over, let him lean on his shoulder, and said gently: "If Chang Lang is sleepy, you can sleep in the carriage for a while. I will call Chang Lang later when we get home, okay?"

"I don't want to sleep, but I just want to lean on my sweet mother Gu." Chang An couldn't help but teasing at this time.

"Chang Lang, you are such a chatterbox," Gu Li patted Chang An lightly, but still said, "I'll have someone prepare hot water. Go back and take a bath, and Chang Lang can always smell this delicious aroma."

"it is good......"

In Xinluan Restaurant, after Chang An left, Du Chengming and Zhang Rusi also sent people to the mansion to pass on the message and left one after another. After they left, Su Meng returned to her yard with the poem Chang An gave her, untied her hair and sat by the window, leaning on the windowsill, quietly looking at the lights outside the window.

At this time, the maid who had just been in charge of copying the poems came over and called out, "Madam."

"what happened?"

"This is what Master Chang just asked me to give you. He told me to give it to you after those masters leave." The maid handed over the paper.

Su Meng mechanically turned her head back and saw the paper in the maid's hand. She took it and the maid bowed and left.

Su Meng slowly opened the folded paper. The content was very simple. After reading the content on the paper, Su Meng suddenly felt a lot of sadness in her eyes. She quickly ran to the door and locked it. Then she couldn't hold back anymore. Big tears burst out of her eyes. She also put the paper aside. She leaned against the door, hugged her knees, buried her head in them, and cried.

She just cried like this, crying her heart out, but she didn't complain or say anything. She was the only one in the whole yard, no one knew she had cried, and no one would know she had cried.

The sentence on the paper is actually a poem:

"We are both fallen people at the end of the world. How can we meet each other before?"