blue face disaster

It rained continuously.

The fallen leaves fell one after another.

After breakfast, I had nothing to do, so I went to the study to look for a book to read.After all, as the saying goes, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the wisdom of the ancients should also be penetrated.

As soon as I entered the study, I saw the portrait of Shen Mo I painted hanging on the wall.Some blood-stained remnants can't be removed after all.

Shen Mo is clever, he wiped away the bright red blood stains, then lightened the vermilion tone, and painted some peach blossoms into the painting, the person in the painting fluttering in white is now backed by peach blossoms, he looks even more youthful, with a frown and a smile In my eyes, there are all kinds of emotions.

Peach blossoms accompanied his body, falling down on his body, a plain paper scroll, but he was vividly written, extremely agile.

He has only studied painting with me for a few days, and his comprehension is very good.

I'm afraid I won't be able to master his piano skills in this life, so I'm ashamed to say it.The sound of his piano landed loudly, and after listening to it, the lingering sound can still linger and stir.

He once told me that after learning his piano skills, I am afraid that it will be difficult to learn from others, because his skills are special, difficult to understand, and wonderful.

I gently took off the painting, thinking about writing a few small characters with a pen, but it was actually my own small characters. He cherishes this painting so much. In the future, I should write a few strokes when he sees things and thinks about others. , give him a thought.

Although Bai Muyan is his old friend, but I have saved him time and time again, there is no credit but there is hard work, and I will never hold grudges against me. Taking my painting shows that he is still grateful to me.

I couldn't write down the pen for a long time, like a desperate pen, I couldn't put it down.

Three thousand peach blossoms bloom, and the son is like jade.It's a pity that I'm not the one you were destined to be.

I thought about it for a while, even though I was desperate and sad, but he was bound by me and unhappy, how could I be happy?

A bird locked in a cage will either suffer from depression and melancholy, or it will fly to the flame and perish.

Leaving only a little sigh, I'm still a good person, let him go, let love let me go too.

I love him, I don't hate him.

There is no sorrow and resentment, only sorrow and desolation.

A vulgar phrase "I don't know where the human face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze" is enough to be inscribed on the painting.

I heard some movement in the attic, and walked up, but saw the person in the painting holding a book, looking at me silently.

The attic is shorter and narrower, only big enough for one or two people to take and put books.It's a place to store books.

The attic can clearly see the downstairs.

"I don't know where the human face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze? I don't know what Mr. Liu means." He smiled softly at me, with some sentimentality in his eyes.

His smile, his words, every move, every frown and smile are all gentle, I don't see him have other emotions.

Or a slightly deserted gentleness.

The feeling just now was probably thinking of people when seeing poetry, missing that former lover Bai Muyan.

"I see that your painting skills have improved a lot. The painting of peach blossoms is really beautiful. Now that my broken painting has made you decorate the ground with a sense of immortality, you can't help but write a small character on it. This painting is also considered complete."

I am very straightforward.

"This attic is a bit small. It was supposed to be expanded. I will repair it another day. Let's go out and talk about it." I beckoned him to go down to the attic together, and he nodded.

The autumn wind blows into the small building, bringing with it light rain, which is cool and lingering.

When we got out of the attic, we found that he was holding Zhuang Zhou in his hand. I smiled and said, "Zhuangzi's writing is majestic, unconstrained, and full of wit. He is also an open-minded and natural master who caresses the world."

He bowed deeply to me, very politely, and said, "Young Master Liu also loves Zhuang Zhou?"

It turns out that he loves Zhuangzi's words the most. I thought he would like the theory of governing the world, so that he could be Bai Muyan's inner sage.

I shook my head, and said, "I can't do anything like this, and I can't do it."

Zhuangzi likes to be pure and inaction, which is very similar to Shen Mo.

"Mr. Shen is dissatisfied with the current world, so he came to seek comfort in Zhuangzi?"

He slowly sat on the pear blossom chair, sipping tea, and said: "Mr. Liu, you are not me, how do you know that I am dissatisfied with the world and want to rule the world?"

He is the roundworm in my stomach, he can guess everything he thinks.

I heard that his question was in the tone of Huizi Zhuangzi's dialogue, so I replied: "Mr. Shen, you are not me, but how do you know that I don't know that you are dissatisfied with the world and seek the way of governing the country?"

I took out Xia Qingyu's broken fan from my sleeve and shook it slightly.

After all, it's autumn and it's very cool.

However, the fan still has to be shaken, and the coolness still has to be put on.

He curled up his thin lips and said with a smile, "Young Master Liu is so talented."

He really pissed me off.

"Zhuangzi's rule by doing nothing is also a good way of governance, isn't it?" I replied.

He said helplessly: "What you said is very reasonable. I wonder if Shen can ask you another question?"

I was very proud of his praise, and I readily agreed when I asked again, and I nodded.

"The princess has been here for a long time, why don't you go and have a look at her? I talked to her over there, she just pretends nothing happened, you see, it's not good for us to be tired of being together all the time, isn't it?"

What does it mean to be tired of being together all the time.

"We met by chance, that time in the garden."

"I remember you sent someone to call me out, and then I met the princess."

.....

"In the gazebo, I'm drunk, you come..."

"I can't bear to see you drunk and drenched in cold rain."

In the study, in the house, either he was looking for me, or I was looking for him.

We're really too close.

There were indeed crazy rumors outside, and the rumors must have reached Bai Muyan's ears.

Shen Mo didn't die, but was imprisoned in the mansion by others. It was me, and I should have been so annoyed and ashamed long ago.

I closed the fan in my hand and clenched it tightly, but I couldn't speak.

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'm going to see the princess sister, I haven't seen her for a long time, she's very cute."

He smiled and said, "Young Master Liu's fan looks familiar, but Young Master Xia's? You take it out to fan after he left, regardless of the cold weather?"

I said: "Brother Xia is a very stingy man. I have known him for more than ten years and he has not given me any precious things. He just fooled me with some goods from the market. He used this broken fan for a long time, and he gave it to me when he went to Yuzhou. It should be cherished."

I was afraid that he might have misunderstood something, but the explanation was very clear, and even Brother Xia was stingy, so I felt sorry for Brother Xia, the gadgets he gave were really fun.

I will write down this account to Brother Xia, so that I can compensate him in the future.

I resigned from Shen Mo and walked to the wing where the princess lives.