Jianghu a dream

A dream in the rivers and lakes.

After the traveler, the teahouses are still in an endless stream.

On this day, a handsome man in his thirties walked into the teahouse.After hearing the story of Tan Wang told by the person next to him, he couldn't help but sigh.

"This Tan Wang is really a loyal and unrestrained character in the world. It's a pity that we don't have the chance to meet him."

He said again, "I have a good story here, do you listen to it?"

When the teahouse became quiet, the man smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

My father used to be Shangshu, and I am his only son, Cheng Guan. When I was 19 years old, I was fascinated by those story books, and wanted to go to the rivers and lakes for a while.

At that time, I was naive and ridiculous. I took some bank notes from my father and ran out through the window in the middle of the night.

I thought about going to West Lake first, my mother is from there.Along the way, I met a lot of people, but they were all people who liked me for being rich.

At that time, I already had the intention of going back home, who would have thought that I would meet such a beautiful person.

That day I was sitting upstairs outside the building and eating Longjing shrimp. I pushed open the small delicately carved window, and the scenery outside was stunning, with long embankments of fragrant grass and sandbirds flying across the shore.The sunny day is just right, the flowers are warm and the water is clear.Flying catkins are misty, weeping willow railings.

Can't help but get excited about poetry, and ordered Xiaoer to take a pen, intending to leave a pen and ink on the wall next to him.

There is already a poem on the wall:

good west lake

The sound of the reed flute remains, the mirror on the water surface is slippery, the twilight is far away, and the sandbird returns.

The Yue girl picks lotus, the rain sounds in the middle of the night, the morning sun rises, and the pearl is still there.

I'm not very knowledgeable, and when I saw this word, I just felt that if I put it in, it would make people laugh out loud.Can't help but admire: "Good poems, good poems!"

A brisk voice came from my ear: "Are you talking about this song I wrote?"

I turned around, and there was a man in white clothes, about the same age as me, with stones like jade, pine trees like emerald green, unique and beautiful, like no other in the world.Really a world-class handsome man.

Although I thought I was handsome and handsome at the time, I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when I saw him.

"I just thought it was really good."

He smiled at me and rolled his eyes, "Do you know my name?"

I shook my head.

He smiled and pointed to the inscription on the wall: "Song Xingping, my name is Song Xingping, how about you?"

"Cheng Guan."

His eyes widened in surprise: "You can't be Cheng Guan who ran away from home in Cheng Shangshu's house, right?"

"I am. But it's not running away from home, it's Xiaoyao Jianghu."

I look serious.

He laughed loudly, "Have you also read Qingfeng Mingyue's book "Xiaoyaoyi"?"

I nod.He pulled my wrist familiarly, "Come with me, you are lonely by yourself. Also, what real name do you use when you go out, can't you use a pseudonym?"

That's how I got to know Song Xingping.

Accompanying Song Xingping was an old Jiang Hu. He introduced himself as Xu Shiwan. This person had a handsome face, a handsome man with a graceful face, and excellent skills. I think he was a little interesting to Song Xingping.

People like Song Xingping are naturally loved by many people, but my family has already settled down and agreed to wait for my fiancée, so naturally I only treat him as a confidant and nothing else.

It is better to say that you are traveling in the rivers and lakes than in the rivers and lakes.Led by Xu Shiwan, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the world.

In Suzhou's Linfeng Pavilion, I had the honor to listen to the head card there play a song called Fengqiuhuang.

"Fengxi Fengxi returns to her hometown and travels around the world to seek her phoenix"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Xu Shiwan's grip on Song Xingping's hand, I sighed and turned my face away.

Walking casually on the street that day, I saw a jade shop at a glance, and I asked them to go and have a look with me.

I have carefully selected a pair of white jade bracelets and plan to give them to my beloved woman.Xu Shiwan picked out a hairpin and handed it to Song Xingping.Song Xingping took it, and let Xu Shiwan loose his long hair and put it back on.

Under the horse head wall in Huizhou, I saw Song Xingping wanted to write a poem again, so I hurriedly stopped him: "You should write one for me anyway. Your writing is so good, I dare not write it next to you."

Song Xingping laughed at me for making a fuss out of a molehill, and changed a wall to inscribe with his pen and ink.

Sitting in a teahouse facing the street, I asked Xiaoer to make a pot of Maojian.Looking down from the second floor, you can see the bustling crowd, the pavilions that are about to fly, and the quaint bluestone road.

Song Xingping seemed to have seen something, and was a little dazed.

Xu Shiwan added some water to his glass, "Why are you in a daze?"

"It's okay, I saw an acquaintance." Song Xingping pointed out the window.

I followed the direction he pointed and looked over. It was a man in Tsing Yi, not handsome, but with a straight back and a lot of energy.

"That's not..." Xu Shiwan paused.

"It should be him," Song Xingping met my puzzled eyes, and smiled, "It's just an old acquaintance."

In Luzhou, we rowed a boat on Chaohu Lake, drank local specialty baijiu, and ate freshly caught fat fish, which were extremely tender.At that time, I thought, if the rest of my life would be like this, going boating and swimming in the lake, tasting wine and eating fish would be great.

Nothing lasts forever.

On the second day from Luzhou to Yangzhou, we were in a teahouse and heard the sad news of the death of General Zhanshen Ji.

Song Xingping knocked over the teacup on the spot and fainted.

I don't know why he was so excited, Xu Shiwan briefly told me that General Ji is Song Xingping's relative and he is going back to attend the funeral.

I nodded, and originally wanted to follow, but then I thought about how the world is changing now, what if something happens to my father and my fiancée.I hastily bid farewell to Xu Shiwan and Song Xingping.

My father has resigned and returned to his hometown. He is not in good health. My fiancée has been taking care of him.I was quite touched and married her immediately.

My father died shortly thereafter, leaving a considerable legacy.

My wife is elegant and virtuous, but deep down she is aloof and tough.She and I arranged the family property and decided to send most of it to General Ji's son Ji Dezhang.I am not very good at martial arts, and I am not good at literature, so I can only do my best for this land I love.

After getting married, I stayed at home with peace of mind. Although I have a lot of nostalgia for the world, I still have other responsibilities to shoulder.

A few years later, the family has a lot of savings.I asked my wife if she wanted to go out and see, and she said yes.

One day, when my wife and I were traveling in Huizhou, she caught a cold and rested in the hotel, while I went downstairs to call a doctor for her.

Passing the place where the inscription used to be, I walked over, and there was a person standing in front of the wall where I wrote the inscription.

Song Xingping turned his head and smiled at me, still the same demeanor as before.

I haven't seen him for several years, and he has been haggard a lot.I held his hand and said incoherently with excitement: "Long time no see, I'm now..."

He listened to me rambling on a lot, and he wasn't impatient.I asked him, "Why are you alone, Brother Xu?"

He said lightly: "I got separated, I'm waiting for him to come over."

I nodded: "Then I'll go first, my wife is still waiting for me. There will be a period later."

He nodded slightly, still standing still.

When I came back, there was a line of writing on the wall

Wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and even a branch in the ground.

So far, I have never seen him again.

As soon as Cheng Guan's story was finished, there were boos.

"You made it clear, did Song Xingping get together with that Xu or something?"

Cheng Guan spread his hands: "How do I know, since he inscribed that word, Xu Shiwan might see it, and then he would know Song Xingping's intentions?"

"If you ask me, Xu Shiwan is really timid now. Since he already had affection, why didn't he say it earlier, and wait until Song Xingping said it."

Cheng Guan smiled and listened to the gossip, and then left: "Everyone do your own thing, Cheng will have a sip of tea and rest, if you meet them in the future, please remember to let me know."

He still has a wife waiting at home, presumably Song Xingping and Xu Shiwan are still at ease, living happily.