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The apricot blossoms are the first to bloom in February, and the light pink color of the morning dew is reflected against the red wall, eye-catching.After a while, there will be a clear sky, and the breeze will add a layer of white to the ground. Most of the white is pear petals, which spread on the ground like broken Qiong.

The Wenhua Hall is to the west of the Hongwen Hall. The walls are still red, and the eaves are also covered with gold, while the eaves are covered with blue glaze.In the Wenhua Palace, there is the fine flower pear cloud snow, one of the eighteen treasures of the capital. When spring comes, the golden and blue painted eaves are half covered by the luxuriant branches, and the scenery is wonderful.Jiang Weizhen passed the Wenhua Hall early in the morning, opened the door of the Hongwen Hall, and admired the pear blossoms on the road to win the snow.

Lu Keli didn't come early on weekdays, and he often accompanied Mrs. Guihe to the painting garden and then came around.In the past few days, my wife wanted to see the pear blossoms in Wenhua Palace, so he got up early, and came to Hongwen Hall early after seeing off my wife.

He walked into the gate of the museum from under the branches of apricot blossoms, "Hey, if the wind blows the rain of apricot blossoms all over the city, then when the apricot blossoms in the Hongwen Museum fall, it should be a crimson snow. Yesterday my wife said to Han'er 'Yuehua melts into pear white', I also suddenly felt that this pear blossom was originally condensed by the soul of the moon, and the color of the flower is ethereal and melts into light, this solution is really wonderful."

"What a coincidence, I also recognize Mr. Lu's Han'er." Zheng Yan followed Lu Keli into the door of the Hongwen Museum without any unfamiliarity, and put a few packets of Hezhou pearl lotus seeds and dried longan on the table in the courtyard. He bowed his hands to Lu Keli and Jiang Weizhen, "Scholar Lu and Pavilion Master Jiang have not come for a long time, and I have not come to greet you for a long time. Even if Zheng is in another state, he will never forget the capital every day, but I don't know if the two scholars have ever thought about Zheng. people?"

Jiang Weizhen brushed off the flowers on the table, and was about to dry the books when the sun was shining, but she heard Zheng Yan's voice without raising her head, and said, "Thank you, Principal Zheng, we old men have missed you so many times, we just look forward to seeing you." You came back a few months late." After speaking, he laughed and raised his head.

After hearing this, Lu Keli stroked his beard and nodded, "However, Mr. Liu is eagerly looking forward to Mr. Zheng's return. Mr. Zheng cut down Mr. Liu's fig tree a while ago. Fortunately, Mr. Liu went to the Abode to give lectures, and you Leaving the capital, this is why I didn't catch you."

The apricot blossoms in the Hongwen Museum were in full bloom, and Zheng Yan stretched out his hand to break off the half-decayed flowers, arranged them and put them in the buckle of the silver rabbit treading the clouds that he hadn't fastened, "Oh, my memory is not good recently, I actually forgot which adult told me that the fig tree needs to be pruned several times to grow well, coaxing me to cut down the teacher's tree, does Xueshi Lu still remember?"

After hearing this, Lu Keli coughed a few times, "Xiaoli Zheng is much younger than me, young people can't remember, let alone me and Brother Jiang."

Zhou Han and He Lianshuo came in from outside the hall, their black hair was tied with a silver crown, and they were wearing a narrow-sleeved misty-colored silver brocade shirt with a snow-white collar stuck to the back of their necks.

"Master Jiang, teacher." Zhou Han and He Lianshuo greeted the two elders, only to realize that there was still a fair gentleman standing under the tree, with a casual flair in the corners of his slightly raised eyes—it was the one who fell away yesterday. Zheng Yan in Ningbi Lake.

"Zhou Han!" Zheng Yan said while looking sideways at Lu Keli, "Scholar Lu, your Han'er is my savior, I'll delay you for a moment, can I thank him a few words?"

Lu Keli smiled and nodded, "I'm afraid that if I don't allow it, Principal Zheng will overthrow our Hongwen Museum. Wouldn't that be my fault?"

"Hahahaha, thank you, Bachelor Lu, I'll give you the best pear flower with dew in Wenhua Palace." Zheng Yan thanked him, seeing Lu Keli let Zhou Han talk to him, he said to Zhou Han with all his sleeves : "Thank you little Zhou Langri for saving your life. I will always remember it in my heart. I forgot to mention it yesterday. I have been away from the capital for a month because I worked in the Linzhi Museum and went south to search for green sandalwood skin paper. And Seeing that Xiao Zhou Lang has a kind face again, I wonder if Xiao Zhou Lang can give someone a chance to meet and have lunch together at noon?"

Zheng Yan pretended not to know Zhou Han, and Zhou Han followed his words. Yesterday, Zheng Yan crawled out of the pond like a turtle, and Zhou Han just gave him a hand. It was absolutely impossible to save him. life.Zhou Handao: "I think Mr. Zheng also thinks he has a good face. Since Mr. Zheng works in the Linzhi Museum, he must see me often in the future. If you want to meet, you don't have to wait for a while at noon."

"Little Zhou Lang just call me Chenghui." Zheng Yan took a few steps back and leaned against the apricot tree, straightened the apricot blossoms in the buttons of his clothes, stood up straight and smiled, "Hahahaha, you are unfamiliar with me !"

"To each other." Zhou Han smiled, only feeling that Zheng Yan's temperament hadn't changed much.He didn't know Zheng Yan well, and he didn't have a close friendship when he was young. Because Zheng Yan's teacher had a close relationship with Zhou Han's father, he had the opportunity to meet Zheng Yan.Zhou Han later heard that there were sour and sweet poems and paintings in Wangdu, and he knew that the sweetness in it was the sweet apricot son Zheng Yan.Zheng Yan is already a doctor of arts at a young age. He is a student of Liu Chan. Both calligraphy and painting are excellent. In terms of painting skills, there are two painting methods that combine wet clothes with water and streamers. Bi Xiao, it’s just that I don’t know when I made a vow not to paint living people again.

"I didn't come to the Hongwen Museum on purpose, but yesterday I slept in a tree in the afternoon, and I walked to the horizon in a trance. A piece of red apricot was planted in the sky according to the clouds, and there was a fairy under it. I asked me to come to the Hongwen Museum today to help her." Take a look at the little girl. I thought it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I found that I was holding a branch of red apricot. The entrustment of the fairy should not be let down. The flower has been seen, and someone Zheng bid farewell." Zheng Yan said to Jiang Weizhen and Lu Keli Signaled, walked towards the door, "See you another day."

"Cheng Hui, go slowly." Zhou Han sent Zheng Yan out the door, and Zheng Yan reached out and pulled out the apricot branch stuck in the buttonhole and handed it over.

"I returned this branch of apricot blossom. When it bears fruit, I would like to ask Xiao Zhou Lang to pass it on to your sister. It is my heart."

Zhou Han took the flower branches, and Zheng Yan slipped him a bag of salted plums, "Hahahaha, I'm just kidding. I heard that little Zhou Lang came to the capital, so I thought Shuli was back too. This is me from Hezhou. The plums brought back, the Chen Food Department said that they taste good when boiled in wine. You don’t have to send me, I know the way better than you.”

Zhou Han thanked Zheng Yan, saw him walk out of the alley and went back to the museum, and got another pack of dried longan from Lu Keli from Zheng Yan.

Recently, Lu Keli was busy approving the annotations of the "Thirteen Classics". In the evening, he asked Zhou Han to accompany him to Jixian Hall to select several editions of "Erya" printed by the previous dynasty and the Great Former Dynasty.The two walked back on the road, Zhou Han inadvertently turned his head and looked down, Zheng Yan fell drunk by the Ningbi Lake yesterday, but today there is no drunk person under the tree.

Zhou Han walked behind Lu Keli with a book in his arms, and Lu Keli walked slowly in front. He was dressed in a white shirt, and his whole body was upright. His long feet hung behind his head and swayed lightly as he walked.Lu Keli's original surname is Haile Tude. When he was young, he came to the capital with his grandfather who was in business. Seeing that the empress ruled all the kingdoms and came to the court, and the grandeur was tolerant of all phenomena, he admired and worked hard to enter the Taixue, and then stood in front of Du Wenzheng. After standing in the snow for three days, he became Wen Zhenggong's disciple.

"I came to the capital at such a time. In the third year, I met Wen Zhenggong by Ningbi Lake. At that time, I decided that I must worship Wen Zhenggong as my teacher." Lu Keli stopped and took Zhou Hanzhi. With the book in his arms, he glanced at the faint lights in the apricot grove by the pool, and continued with a smile: "Today has delayed your return, Han'er, please don't follow me, young man, let's go first."

"Teacher, go slowly." Zhou Han watched Lu Keli go far before walking down, intending to walk back to the alley from Ningbi Lake.The water of Ningbi Lake is as dark blue as green grape fermented grains. Under the light wind and light, the apricot blossoms by the pool are so deep that they almost stain the clothes.

In the half-dark sky, there is already a hook of the early moon. In the daytime, the apricot blossoms are flickering and fading, attracting people to visit. On the ground, there is a unicorn gemstone comb that slipped from the beauty’s hair. The golden comb is just like the crescent moon. ——Golden comb of the dying moon, the young master gave it to Bi Shu, Zhou Han picked up the golden comb and put it on a conspicuous branch, planning to go back from the front of Linzhi Pavilion through Xinglin.

He pushed aside the half-bent branches under the weight of flowers and walked. At noon, he thought that the hair crown was heavy and changed to a hair band to tie his hair. The Xuanyan Chuanyun hair band hanging behind his head was accidentally picked up by the branches, and it hung on the branches. A strand of hair.Zhou Han untied his hairband, and saw a person coming down from the flower with a lantern, which made half of his shoulders linger.

Zhou Han's black pupils spread slightly, he was so surprised that he forgot to tie his hair, "Rong Gu?"

"Well——" Seeing his crooked eyes smiling, Qin Minzhi couldn't help reaching out to touch his hair, and finally just passed the lantern over, "The breeze follows me to the moonlight with the lantern to shine on the apricot blossoms, wait for a long time Those who don't go back."

Zhou Han came back from Jixian Hall and walked for a while. It was still a little cold in the early spring night, but someone had been waiting for him for a long time with the wind blowing.He tied his black hair loosely behind his head, picked up the lantern and approached Qin Minzhi unobtrusively, "I don't know who Rong Gu saw, his ears are red."

"The wind is not too warm, and it makes my ears turn red." Qin Minzhi looked at Zhou Han and raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes that seemed to be filled with water reflected the bright lights, "But I came so late, except for you. I didn't see anyone again."

The author has something to say: I want to present the golden comb of the waning moon as a gift to my sister. ——Guo Moruo's "Farewell"