This sleeve is broken secretly

In the spring of Jingzhou, the four seasons are not old.

How many sons have found in the south of the Yangtze River the young man who is wanton, with thin spring clothes, leaning against the bridge, and seeing the red sleeves all over the city.Entering Nanxiang by mistake, the white wrists are frozen like snow, the golden hairpin trembles like stars, Jiangnan is in the drunk, and Jiangnan is recalled in the dream.

I don't know how many literati and inkmen have found the joy that was not available in Jinyutang in this world of endless green mountains and endless green water.A hat covers the evening rain and blue clouds, and a cape covers the spring river misty. When the white crane returns, it is surrounded by clouds at dusk, and I lie on the bamboo bridge to forget the dawn.Don't think about worry, don't know trouble.

And the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River is Jingzhou.In this ancient city surrounded by water and rivers and surrounded by green hills, I don’t know how many beautiful scenery and outstanding people have been bred.Going forward, there is Qin Lang who founded the "Jingzhou School" who was born here, and speaking closer, there is Shen Wei, who is known as "Jingzhou Tinglan".

However, what is interesting is that no matter whether these world-renowned talents and Confucians were born or not, they still chose to go back to the mountains and forests in the end.For example, Qin Lang has not accepted a student for nearly ten years, but only goes to two talks when he travels north and south and occasionally when he arises.As for his closed disciple Shen Bing, Ding You returned to his hometown after the "Dari Achi Change" in the 29th year of Hongwu. Since then, he has disappeared without a trace, and no one has seen him again.

Someone once joked that those who grow up in the water and soil of Jingzhou are immortals who are not stained with mortal eyes, and they can't help but be disappointed after traveling in the secular world.

The world is in turmoil, time flies by, and it is the spring of Hongwu's 31st year in a blink of an eye.

During this year, there were frequent turmoil in the northern grasslands, and refugees returned to the south like a tide. In winter, Emperor Hongwu was critically ill.However, these things are not mentioned in the Jiangnan hometown where fishing and rice are abundant.The literati here discuss poetry and books, talk about the world, and discuss government affairs are all smug and vulgar.

Half a day's drive away from Jingzhou City, there is a small village where the people live by raising silkworms.Mulberry trees are planted everywhere in the mountains and fields, and every household has a silkworm room. When silk is produced in spring, it is common for women and young children to reel silk under the cool shade. The women talk and laugh sweetly, and the sounds of children playing and playing are endless. It is a beautiful scene of busy farming and leisure. .

This is another day of bright sunshine, and when the sun sets, the stratus clouds are fully dyed, setting off a rich and gorgeous fire cloud.The corners of the white clouds are illuminated by the afterglow, like a golden brocade, and the red and bright orange brocade clouds flow for thousands of miles.

The villagers are used to seeing such beautiful scenery, and a group of people still gather under the mulberry tree at the bridgehead, chatting and laughing while busy with their work.Only the little boy who was playing back and forth noticed that there was a strange man standing on the bluestone bridge.As if he had never seen the sunset, he looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and stood alone for a long time.

Curious children ran over to look at him in twos and threes, but they didn't dare to approach him, they just spun around and watched from a distance.

The strange man seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, turned his head, and smiled at the children.He is tall and tall, with high and deep eyebrows, and he seems to be quite pervasive when he is not smiling.But at this time, his expression is very gentle, his eyes are clear and upright, and he will not scare the children.

Seeing a few children standing far away, the man smiled and reached into his arms to touch them, took out a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus candies and handed them over.The children smashed their mouths and huddled together, and finally a bold one came over, quickly picked up the candy and ate it.When the others saw it, they all gathered over one after another, grabbing candies with their muddy little hands.

The tall weirdo smiled, seeing the children's mouths stuffed, and asked gently, "Is it delicious?"

The children nodded hurriedly.

"Then uncle asked you a question, okay?" The strange man smiled, "Is there a good-looking elder brother who lives in your village who often reads and writes?"

Several children looked at each other in blank dismay, and were all questioned.

"...Are you talking about the son of the Zhang family, the one at the west end of the village?"

"That's not true! Brother Zhang is illiterate, and the land deeds were all written by Liu Xiucai after traveling five miles! And he is very ugly. My mother said that he will not be able to get a wife in the future."

"We don't have any in our village."

"The buddies who can read are all from big cities, and never live here!"

The weird man said patiently: "You guys think about it carefully. This brother is not only good-looking, but also has a gentle temper. Maybe he doesn't come out to meet people often. Whoever can figure it out, I'll give you sweets."

The children were all questioned, and no one spoke for a while.At this moment, a little girl with pigtails squeezed at the back suddenly spoke. She spoke a paragraph of Wu dialect softly, but the man didn't understand for a while: "...What did you say?"

A child hurriedly translated for him: "She said that I wish this brother on the mountainside, he seems to be the person you inquired about, Uncle."

Having said that, other children immediately remembered it, and responded hastily: "Yes, yes, this person lives in the bamboo forest in the middle of the mountain. But that person is very strange. I don't know how he lived."

"But he is very clever, and knows a lot of things!"

"That's right, he taught my father to bathe silkworms in salty brine, and the silkworm eggs selected can produce a lot of silk!"

"But he always wears a hat and gauze when he comes out. I haven't even seen what he looks like."

Listening to the children's chatter, the strange man's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.He smiled and took out another candy, bent down and handed it to the little girl who spoke Wu dialect, and said softly, "This is the elder brother. Could you please take me up the mountain to find him?"

Just as he was bending over, the children noticed that although he was wearing a fancy dress that was not seen in the countryside, his right sleeve was empty, as if someone had cut off his arm.

But although he looks scary and has one missing hand, he is actually very gentle and amiable.The little girl pursed her lips, carefully took the candy from his left hand, and whispered "Hello" in Wu dialect.

The setting sun was still going down, passing through the mountains and forests, crossing the depressions, and shining on the stretching bluestone slabs.Although the mountain here is not high, the forest is dense, and the wet soil and fallen leaves sprinkled on the stone steps make it difficult to walk.

The little girl who led the way was still bouncing and walking ahead, but later she began to struggle a bit.The tall man simply picked her up and held her against his shoulders. Although he was carrying a person on his back and walking on the slippery stone slab, he still walked like flying and steadily.The little girl sat on his shoulder, clasped her hands and giggled.

Following her directions, the two walked for about a cup of tea, and sure enough, they saw a large piece of prunus bamboo appearing at the end of the forest.This bamboo forest is not like the neatly planted landscape in the courtyards of wealthy households in the south of the Yangtze River. Instead, it has been blown to pieces by the wind and rain, and the bamboo poles are also covered with mud and dust.But it is this large piece of wild bamboo and wood that shows a natural, fresh, upright and free and easy feeling.

No carving, no decoration, just a few green shots, adding depth to the forest around the stone.

Under the cover of bamboo and wood, a quiet small courtyard can be vaguely seen.

The little girl on the shoulder started babbling, and the tall man's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice, "A good place to go."

At this moment, a figure in Tsing Yi appeared from the half-person-high wooden fence.He has beautiful shoulders and a slender figure like the lush bamboo. Although he can't see him from a distance, he can already know the excellent charm of that person.

Holding a basket in his hand, he was idling in the yard as if he was busy with something, and he didn't notice that there were visitors outside.The tall man put down the little girl on his shoulders, took a step forward with a smile, and raised his voice, "Master Shen, how are you doing these days?"

The man in Tsing Yi in the courtyard was startled and suddenly turned around.

At that moment, the extremely gorgeous sunset sprinkled on his beautiful face and black hair, but it seemed that it suddenly lost its original brilliance.