Castle Peak with rain

Huang Zihong stood in front of the desk, spread out a piece of white paper, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and began to draw a picture.

It's not that he suddenly became elegant, what he drew was just a map of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, in order to show his so-called friendship as a landlord.

Luoxing Lake, Three Stars Watching the Moon, Sea of ​​Flowers, Xiaoyao Forest, Deaf and Mute Village, Xianji Rock, Qianji Pavilion, Lan Xingtan, Shuiyue Palace...

Gao Yunlian watched Huang Zihong draw the terrain fluently, and marked the names of places everywhere. Those characters were written out one by one, with vivid strokes. Gao Yunlian didn't know calligraphy, but thought it was very beautiful.

After drawing all the maps, Huang Zihong put down his pen and said to him, "Okay, this is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. Although there is nothing worth visiting, if you want to see something, I can take you there too."

"What... do you dislike the most?"

Huang Zihong laughed, and it's not that he hates it, he's just tired of it.

He thought for a while, and said, "Probably Xianji Rock." He pointed at the map, "It's here, do you want to go?"

"Then let's go and have a look, shall we?"

Gao Yunling's question was cautious.

Huang Zihong smiled and said, "Okay. Let's go."

It turns out that Xianjiyan is a lake.

On this side of the lake is a gravel road, and at the end of the lake is a waterfall with a stone arch bridge in front of the waterfall.

The lake is not big. There are many large rocks in the middle of the water from one side to the other. There are also big green round leaves and pink flowers on the lake, which bloom high on the lake.

"What are these flowers?"

The Ming religion is full of desert yellow sand, although there are flowers and plants, Gao Yunli has never seen such a scene before him.

"Lotus, also known as lotus and lotus. It only grows in water."

"Ah," Gao Yunli suddenly realized that although he was not familiar with the Central Plains, he had always been very interested and curious, "I've heard that this is the lotus."

They wandered around Xianjiyan for a while, and then returned to Huang Zihong's room. Gao Yunli solemnly put away the map of thousands of flowers drawn by Huang Zihong.

Huang Zihong didn't quite understand either.

Just a map.

So this guy really likes maps?

It's true that everyone has their own advantages.

"Brother Huang."

"Ok?"

"I like the calligraphy you wrote. Could you please teach me?"

"..."

This westerner can always make Huang Zihong put on an expressionless face.

"?" Gao Yunli tilted his head, wanting to ask if he was unwilling, but Huang Zihong said, "It's not impossible."

Gao Yun was overjoyed, and regardless of the unexplained hesitation in Huang Zihong's tone, he said earnestly: "Then let's start with your and my names, okay?"

Huang Zihong didn't answer, just picked up the pen and wrote down the names of the two people stroke by stroke, with the three characters "Huang Zihong" on the top and the three characters "Gao Yunyi" on the next line, and he finished writing: "Wait a minute .”

Then I went to rummage in the bookcase.

Huang Zihong asked Gao Yun while looking for it: "Speaking of which, who gave you the name of the Central Plains?"

"Another person from the Central Plains I knew before I met you. He said he was from Changgemen. I told him the meaning of my original name, and he thought of it for me."

When Huang Zihong heard the words "Changgemen", his hands stopped, and when Gao Yunlian finished speaking, he continued to search and replied calmly: "So that's how it is."

After rummaging for a while, Huang Zihong took a stack of thin and transparent papers and walked back to the desk, put them in the empty space of the desk, picked up the first one, and put it on the two lines of names that he wrote just now.

"This kind of paper was specially used for copying in the past. I haven't used it for a long time, and I'm afraid I can't find it. Now I'm using it for you, so you can use them to start copying."

Huang Zihong explained it, and Gao Yunli said earnestly: "Very good, thank you."

Huang Zihong gave him the desk, walked to the open door, looked at the sky outside the door, and inadvertently stretched his waist.

Gao Yun picked up the pen that Huang Zihong had just held, and it seemed that the temperature of Huang Zihong's fingers still remained on the barrel of the pen.

While he was copying, the corner of his mouth was unconsciously smiling.

After copying a picture, I looked up and saw the back standing in front of the door, with long black hair hanging down to the waist, I don't know what I was thinking, or I was just in a daze.

"Brother Huang." Gao Yunli picked up the thin paper that had been traced, and walked behind Huang Zirong, who turned around, and Gao Yunli handed it to him.

Huang Zihong looked at it, and saw that the first time the copy was neat and correct, and it seemed to look the same, so he nodded encouragingly and said, "Not bad."

Then half-jokingly said: "You might as well worship me as your teacher."

Gao Yunli smiled and said: "This is not allowed."

Huang Zihong raised his face and said, "Why not?"

Gao Yunli was still smiling, and said slowly: "Master, I respect you, I admire you so much, so I can't do it."

"you……"

It seems to feel being "molested".

But although Gao Yunli was smiling, it was not a teasing smile. Huang Zihong didn't know how to react, but Gao Yunli had already returned to the desk, changed a piece of thin paper, and continued to copy.

There are several vacant guest rooms in the valley these days, Gao Yun asked for the one closest to Huang Zihong's room to borrow.

But except for sleeping, they all followed Huang Zihong's side.

The address quickly changed from "Brother Huang" to "Zihong".

Seeing the game played by Gu Zhong's disciples, Gao Yunli wanted Huang Zihong to teach him how to play chess, but Huang Zihong refused on the grounds that it was "too troublesome". It was a lot of fun.

Huang Zihong never knew that someone practiced calligraphy with a smile on his face.

Neither would he himself.

But Gao Yunli often laughs while writing, as if he is doing such a happy thing.

"Gao Yunli, what are you laughing at?"

"Huh?" Gao Yunli kept his hands on, slightly distracted, and said while writing, "Am I smiling? Ah——, Well, if you don't say it, I don't even know I'm laughing."

"...So what are you laughing at?"

"If you are happy in your heart, you will naturally laugh."

Huang Zihong laughed self-deprecatingly, and said: "It's great to have a hobby, and it's so elegant, so easy to get happiness."

"I'm happy——" Gao Yunchang changed a piece of paper, "It's Zirong's handwriting, and it's a part of Zirong. How can I not be happy when I have it?"

"... talking nonsense again." Huang Zihong lowered his voice, sitting on the porch steps in front of the door, subconsciously looking at the half-filled wine cup in his hand.

"Yun Li never speaks nonsense to Zi Rong."

Huang Zihong stopped talking.

He understood what Gao Yunli meant.

It's just that he doesn't know how long this enthusiasm will last.

Maybe one day when he woke up from a drunken dream, the man from the Western Regions had already drifted away, and he couldn't even think of saying goodbye to him.

But he, Huang Zixuan, probably couldn't go back to the past as if nothing had happened.

He was a little drunk, more tired, so he drank the wine in the wine cup like that, closed his eyes, and went to the dreamland in a trance.

He heard footsteps coming from the door of the room, and then he lightened up, and someone picked him up.

It is Gao Yun.

Huang Zihong was in the man's arms, feeling his unfamiliar aura, was carried into his room, and then gently placed on his bed.

When Gao Yun straightened up, he realized that Huang Zihong was holding his skirt with one hand, and he froze for a moment.

Like a child afraid of being left behind.

A faint feeling of pity flashed through Gao Yun's heart, he cleverly released Huang Zihong's hand from his lapel, put it down gently, then pulled the brocade quilt on his bed, and covered him up.

Gao Yunlin was already able to write the two of their names beautifully. Compared with Huang Zihong's fluent and handsome, he had more of his own majesty.

Huang Zixuan said that this is called green out of blue and better than blue.

But Gao Yunli thinks that this is just something different.

He didn't want to surpass anything, he just wanted to have everything, everything about Huang Zihong.

On this day, a guest came to Wanhua Valley to look for Huang Zihong.

A guest from Huashan Chunyang Palace.

"Zihong."

"Really rare."

There was a hint of mockery in Huang Zihong's smile.

"This doesn't seem to be the attitude you should have towards your elder brother who came to see you?" Chunyang narrowed his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to see you."

"See if I'm dead?"

"Let's see if you live well."

"I don't care whether I live or die, please come back."

Gao Yunli stood watching from a distance, not understanding the tit-for-tat confrontation between them, their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

When Huang Zihong turned to leave, Chunyang put a Sheng Tai Chi on him.

Then they hand in hand.

Before Gao Yunli rushed over, Huang Zihong was knocked down by Chunyang a few times and was pressed to the ground.

"Go away." Huang Zihong gritted his teeth.

Chunyang smiled triumphantly: "You can't beat me since you were young, baby brother."

Huang Zihong raised his hand to make a move, but Chunyang easily blocked the pulse door.

"Did you obey your brother obediently and not drink indiscriminately?" Chun Yang asked, leaning over to approach Huang Zihong's face, Huang Zihong turned his head to hide, but his jaw was pinched again.

"do not move."

Chunyang ordered, and stroked Huang Ziying's lower lip with his thumb.

"Huang Zihou! You are enough!"

Accompanied by Huang Zihong's roar, Chun Yang felt a sudden chill behind him, and the long sword in his hand disappeared.

A voice that sounded so murderous that he couldn't suppress it sounded from behind: "Zi Rong, this person is your brother?!"