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After attending the Kaiyuan Temple Lantern Fair, Song Yuyan originally planned to go to Hangzhou with Tang Zhi, but the craftsmen of the Yuezhou Bamboo Carving Shop heard about her coming to Yuezhou, so they humbly asked her for bamboo carving techniques.

These people were not like Mr. Jiang, and they only focused on how to improve their carving techniques. Song Yuyan saw that they were sincere, so he stayed in Yuezhou for another two days.

Song Yuyan remembered that Yuezhou was Du Yan's hometown, so she sent him a letter, telling him what she had seen and heard in Yuezhou.After the letter was sent out, they also sent it to Hangzhou.

The official road from Yuezhou to Hangzhou was flat and straight, and Song Bing and Aunt Lie were lucky enough to get into a caravan's donkey cart. Therefore, a group of people arrived in Hangzhou after walking for more than a day.

After going through the lodging procedures at the foot shop and setting up the donkey cart, Sun'er and Bing'er couldn't wait to see the scenery of West Lake.

Song Yuyan has been to the West Lake several times, but the scenery of the West Lake she saw has been more than a thousand years later, and it is completely different from the current scenery.

More than a thousand years later, the West Lake has been quite popular after dredging many times and building embankments along the coast. Today's West Lake has no embankments, and the lake is full of weeds. It is less popular, but the environment is quiet, and it is the favorite of scholars and poets. the scenery.

When he came to West Lake, Song Yuyan’s mind was naturally the words written by Mr. Su Shi during his tenure in Hangzhou. Appropriate." Poetry.

In addition, there is a embankment in the West Lake named "Su Causeway" which was built by Su Shi, but Su Shi has not yet been born, and the shore of the West Lake does not look like it is full of stone bricks in later generations.

But when Song Yuyan and the others came over, spring rain fell gently one after another, making the already quiet West Lake look shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.Song Yuyan sighed inwardly, no wonder poets always like to write about the West Lake when they write poems. As far as this scenery is concerned, if she has poetic talent, she might not be able to help but recite a poem.

Although she can't recite poems, she can paint anyway, so she took Tang Zhi to the nearby Lingyin Mountain to climb up, and found a pavilion with a wide view, unfolded the paper, and thought about how to write.

At this time, there are two different pictures in her mind. The scenery of the West Lake thousands of years ago and the millennium later collided with each other in her mind. With the collision, her inspiration also came out like a spring. .

Tang Zhi took out the inkstone and ink stick, poured some water and then helped her grind the ink.

The two siblings, Sun'er and Bing'er, went with Song Bing and Aunt Lie to offer incense in Lingyin Temple.Bing'er saw Song Yuyan preparing the Four Treasures of the Study before going out, so she knew that she must be painting. In order to avoid having to do her homework when she went out to play, she encouraged Aunt Lie to go to Lingyin Temple.

Aunt Lie first proposed to go to incense, and Song Yuyan learned through Tang Zhi's mouth that she had slipped out with Aunt Lie long ago when she wanted to grab some cakes to sketch.

Tang Zhi also said with a smile: "Look at you, you usually stare at her so closely that she is afraid of you."

Song Yuyan said: "Being strict is also for her own good."

Tang Zhi looked at her thoughtfully: "Ah Yao is like this, I think he was tightly controlled before."

Song Yuyan's eyes froze, and Tang Zhi said again, "Like Uncle Thirteen, Uncle Twenty-one, and Aunt Lie, you are very strict with Ah Yao."

"So it's about this." Song Yuyan heaved a sigh of relief secretly, and smiled again, "Well, the lady missed one person."

"Ok?"

"Isn't there a lady who is also so strict?"

Tang Zhi rolled her eyes angrily.

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A small boat quietly paddled out from the bank of the lonely mountain of West Lake, and the boat floated to the shore of the lake in the mist and rain.Lin Bu calmly got off the small boat, brushed the raindrops off his clothes calmly, and then walked towards the stone road in the mountain.

He has lived in seclusion in the West Lake for several years, and his biggest hobby is writing poems and visiting temples around the West Lake, communicating with monks and friends through poetry.

Today he came to the outside of Lingyin Temple familiarly, but saw a young man and woman meeting in a small pavilion.He intended to avoid it, but when he got closer, he realized that the man seemed to be painting, while the woman with a woman's hair bun was studying ink.

He secretly laughed in his heart that he had mistaken the couple of Qin Se and Ming for an unmarried man and woman who had a private tryst. Since he found out that the other party was already married, he didn't have to avoid suspicion, and walked straight over to watch the young man paint.

Three feet (90 cm) long and two feet (60 cm) wide, mountains and forests stand on the white and flexible paper On the smoky, vast and empty West Lake paper, a pagoda looms among the mountains, forests and smog, with the skillful use of brush and ink , the ethereal lake surface, the solemn pagoda and the lush mountains and forests form an ingenious and harmonious contrast.

Lin Bu watched intently, and unconsciously stroked his beard.

Song Yuyan didn't notice that there were more people beside her because she was too absorbed, but Tang Zhi noticed, but she just glanced at Lin Bu, and didn't bother the painters and viewers.

It wasn't until the bell of Lingyin Temple rang that Song Yuyan's brush paused for a moment, and then she put away the brush, that she didn't notice the middle-aged man who was watching.

Lin Bu was also pulled back from his thoughts by the sound of the bell. He looked up at Song Yuyan, only to see the latter salute him.

Lin Bu asked, "What's your name, Mr. Xiao Lang?"

"The younger generation's surname is Song, and their first name is Yuyan, and they are written by Fang."

"Mr. Fang Xiaolang's painting is the scenery of the West Lake?"

Song Yuyan was neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes and no."

Lin Bu laughed and said: "Only half of the scene in this painting is the scene at present, and the remaining half, like the pagoda, is probably the 'no' that Mr. Lufang Xiaolang said?"

Song Yuyan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Huiyan."

That pagoda is Leifeng Pagoda, which was built in the second year of Emperor Taizong of Song Dynasty by Qian Chu, king of Wu.However, because Zhou Shizong Guo Rong did not die according to the original trajectory and let the Zhao family take over, some minor changes also occurred in the territory of Wu. For example, the famous Leifeng Pagoda was not built.

Song Yuyan painted it completely according to the Leifeng Pagoda in his memory, and he doesn't know if it will be said to be superfluous.She could tell that this uncle was a literati, and Song Yuyan knew no fewer than four literati with his character.

Lin Bu stroked his beard and chanted: "Tianzhu has a wide view, and you can see the boats moored behind the lonely mountain. The wild road in Linzang is quiet in autumn, and the water reflects the coldness of fishermen in the evening. When the smoke and clouds are blowing, the reeds are half decayed. Whoever is startled by the counting of the hoe, the book breaks the clear clouds and the powder is dry."

Song Yuyan was slightly startled, she guessed that she had met some great writer.So he picked up the pen and wrote this poem, and then felt that something was missing, and asked, "Dare to ask your name?"

"Lin Bu, the word Junfu."

Song Yuyan felt that the name was very familiar, and the writer who made her familiar must have appeared in Chinese textbooks or was frequently mentioned by friends around her.

After carefully recalling it for a while, she suddenly realized: "Mr. is the one who wrote 'All the fragrances shake off the lonely beauty, occupying the wind to the small garden. Sparse shadows slant horizontally, the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at moon dusk.'" Mr. Lin?"

This "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" is one of the most praised poems about plums by readers of later generations, and it can be described as "catchy".Song Yuyan also heard this poem when he was in contact with Du Yan and others.

Of course, Lin Bu is more famous in textbooks for "Acacia Ling·Wu Shanqing", but Song Yuyan didn't know whether Lin Bu wrote this little poem, so she didn't dare to read it rashly, otherwise she would not be able to turn over the car. Too beautiful.

Lin Bu didn't seem surprised that Song Yuyan knew his name. After all, he knew that although he lived in seclusion in the West Lake, he was still quite famous.

"it's me."

Based on his admiration for the great writer, Song Yuyan gave him another solemn meeting ceremony, and said some flattering words like "I've heard it before".

Lin Bu thought she was quite interesting, and there were many people who came to him to learn from him, and he had heard all kinds of flattery, but for some reason, Song Yuyan's flattery seemed more pleasant.Probably her painting caught his eyes!

While the two were chatting, Sun'er and Bing'er also came out from Lingyin Temple and found them.Bing'er didn't care who was in the pavilion, she happily ran to Tang Zhi, then hung on her body and said, "Sister Tang, it's so tiring to burn incense, I don't want to burn incense anymore!"

Tang Zhi nodded her head with a smile, and asked, "Why is Shangxiang so tired?"

"I'm tired of kowtowing. There are many Buddha halls in that temple. Auntie Lie said that she must worship every Buddha, so she worshiped Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Eighteen Arhats..." Bing Er counted with her fingers.

"Since you're so tired, stay and paint next time!" Tang Zhi said.

When Bing'er heard this, she thought it was her elder brother who said it. She was startled, and subconsciously glanced at her elder brother. Seeing that she was chatting with an uncle and didn't notice her, she said flatly: "Shangxiang is actually not So tired, after all, the most important thing is sincerity!"

Tang Zhi knew that Song Yuyan would not let Binger go on like this. After thinking for a while, he said, "Your elder sister Zi Zi said that when your elder brother returns, she will hand over five paintings and three bamboo carvings to your elder brother for inspection. Your elder brother said that Ye Zi My sister is making rapid progress, and I believe she will reach the threshold within a year."

Binger: "But sister Ye Zi usually hangs out with me?"

Binger thinks it is unscientific. Why does Sister Ye Zi often play and play, but she never fails her homework?

Tang Zhi looked at her meaningfully: "What do you think?"

Cake: "..."

Why is her elder sister Ye Zi so cunning, saying that she didn't do her homework seriously, failed to meet her elder brother's request, but worked hard quietly in places she didn't know.

She leaned over to Song Yuyan's side, took a look at Song Yuyan's paintings, and knew that her painting skills could not be surpassed by flattering horses.Her elder brother often said that "diligence can make up for weakness", since she doesn't have this talent, she still needs to draw more and see more.So she honestly asked Tang Zhi for a pen and paper, then took Aunt Lie and Tang Zhi's hand and slipped into Lingyin Temple—she had decided what to draw.

Although Song Yuyan was talking to Lin Bu, both of them actually noticed their movements, and Lin Bu didn't want to disturb the family's interest, so he left.Before saying goodbye, Song Yuyan gave him her painting as a gift. After all, Lin Bu has been regarded as her half idol since he recited a poem casually.

Lin Bu readily accepted her painting, and specially invited Song Yuyan to Gushan for a gathering.Song Yuyan felt that the opportunity was rare, so he begged him to point out Sun'er's poems.

Lin Bu saw her sincerity, and the half-grown boy looked at him with piercing eyes, eyes full of hope.He thought that he was not accepting apprentices, but just giving advice to a promising young man, so he accepted.

After Lin Bu left, Song Yuyan said to Sun'er: "You will benefit a lot from that gentleman's advice!"

Sun'er's eyes were determined: "This opportunity is rare, I will study hard!"

After the matter was over, Song Yuyan went to look for Tang Zhi.She walked around Lingyin Temple, and found Tang Zhi and Aunt Lie sitting on a stone bench drinking tea in the backyard, while Binger was painting on the table.

She took a closer look, but couldn't see what was painted on the cake.She didn't care, and asked Tang Zhi, "Are you bored? If so, let's go out at night to see the night in Hangzhou."

Then he said to Aunt Lie: "Please ask Aunt Lie to take care of the bamboo shoots and cakes."

Aunt Lie waved her hand: "Go!"

When Bing'er heard this, she raised her head and was about to speak, when Aunt Lie raised her hand and pressed her head: "Be honest, let's see when your elder brother and sister-in-law can give you a little nephew to play with."

Song Yuyan: "..."

Tang Zhi: "..."

How can they accept this?

Bing'er's eyes lit up: "Is sister Tang going to have a nephew?!"

Sun'er said: "Sister Tang already has a nephew, but we don't have one yet."

Bing'er immediately promised: "Then I will paint obediently, and we will have a little nephew!"

Song Yuyan: "..."

No, why did you use an affirmative tone?I can safely say that you will be disappointed!

Although she felt very talkative and wanted to complain, she still took Tang Zhi's hand cheekily, and said with a smile: "Then let's go back to the city first, and Uncle 21 and Aunt Lie shouldn't stay here too late."

After the two left Lingyin Temple holding hands, Tang Zhi glanced at Song Yuyan and said in a low voice, "You must be tired today, don't go shopping tonight, I'll give you a massage to loosen your bones."

Song Yuyan: "..."