Costume Mountains and Rivers

The tea songs that were near and far away made people sad, but Shen Shuzhu was very excited, shaking his fan and speeding up the pace, the three of them walked through the path, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at the small farmyard at the end of the tea garden.

Mo Qinghe lived in Shen's house for the past few days, and everywhere she went was bustling and bustling. When she first entered this courtyard, her eyes felt cool.The yard is not big, and it is cleaned very well. There are a few clumps of square bamboo planted at the base of the water-milled wall. The cotton paper pasted on the window is swaying with bamboo shadows. There are two stone drum benches and a round stone table in the yard. It often rains in the south, and the stone benches feel soft to the touch. It's cold and cool, the yard is built next to the mountain, with a tea garden in front and a lonely mountain in the back, it's really a wonderful escape from the world.

Without waiting for the two of them, Shen Shuzhu crossed the stone road and knocked on the door first. Mo Qinghe wanted to follow, but Shen Peinan grabbed him and said with a smile, "Wait a minute." After speaking, he sat down on the stone bench, Raising Erlang's legs, looking like he wanted to watch a good show, Mo Qinghe didn't know what he meant, so he also sat down opposite.

The black lacquered door opened from the inside, Shen Shuzhu turned his head and winked at the two of them, then stepped in with a flick of his long gown.

The door closed gently again.

The two sat and waited by the side of the bamboo garden, the breeze was blowing, the tea song was like weeping, and the place was extremely quiet. Seeing that there was no one around, Mo Qinghe grabbed Shen Peinan's hand on the table with a smile and asked, "Where is the place inside?" What kind of lady is that one?"

Shen Peinan patted the back of Mo Qinghe's hand comfortingly, and said, "It's the second sister-in-law."

After finishing speaking, he kept his face on purpose and waited for Mo Qinghe's reaction. Sure enough, this sentence immediately had the opposite effect. Mo Qinghe pulled his hand back with a swipe, and looked at Shen Peinan nervously: "Then, I, I won't Let's go in."

He thought of Manni, and complained in his heart that he had finally paid homage to the relatives of the Shen family, and finally he could live a peaceful life for a few days, but another second sister-in-law came.Seeing that his face turned green with fright, Shen Peinan laughed and said, "I told you why you have been so obedient these past two days. It turned out that you were frightened by your family."

"You can rest assured that this second sister-in-law is very gentle and talented. At the beginning, the second brother wrote so many sour love poems just to pursue her." Shen Peinan lowered his voice, stroking Mo Qinghe's ring finger Diamond ring, "I want to show you more family members. If there is a war, you will be bullied by following them, but it is better than following your unreliable senior brother."

Mo Qinghe groaned and nodded embarrassingly.He has discussed this matter with Shen Peinan many times. He wanted to join the team, but Shen Peinan refused anyway, claiming that the military discipline was strict and he was not allowed to bring his family members. Mo Qinghe argued that he could be drafted into the army, but Shen Peinan severely laughed at him. Resolutely denied.

Mo Qinghe felt disappointed that he didn't keep his promise, but then he thought about it, if he joined the army and served as his adjutant, the relationship between the two would not be hidden, it would be regarded as taking the lead in violating military discipline, if he left Shen Peinan and served as a soldier From the beginning, no superior dared to take him, bullets had no eyes, and if something went wrong, no one could afford the responsibility.

After much deliberation, there was no other solution, so he sighed melancholy.

The voices of a man and a woman came from across the window. They were very gentle at the beginning. I don’t know what topic they were talking about. The more they talked, the louder they became, and finally they seemed to be arguing. They used a dialect, and Mo Qinghe couldn’t understand what they were talking about. However, he noticed the smell of gunpowder in the words. He looked at the window lattice and asked Shen Peinan with his eyes: Isn't the second sister-in-law a gentle temper?what happened?

Shen Peinan was also very surprised, stood up and said to Mo Qinghe: "Go, go in and have a look."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the hut opened with a bang, Shen Shuzhu's face was sullen, his fair face flushed, and he stepped out, shaking the fan in his hand fiercely, turning his head and shouting: "Don't pretend to be noble for me!" , It’s obviously a matter of mutual consent, now it’s like our family bullying men and women, you can live on the mountain if you have the ability, and don’t come into my house until you die, I’d like to see, your fiancé would like I don’t want to return the opium cream and marry you back!” He backed up while talking, suddenly tripped over the threshold and staggered, sat down on the ground, his folding fan flew far away, and rolled a few times on the wet muddy ground , Before he could stand up, there was another loud bang, and the door of the hut was slammed shut.

Shen Shuzhu picked up the folding fan, dusted off the cloth, and strode along the path without looking back. There was a low sobbing sound from under the window lattice of the hut.

Mo Qinghe stared dumbfounded at Shen Shuzhu's leaving back, thinking that it's no wonder Mrs. Shen was in a hurry to get angry, the brothers of the Shen family are really a virtue.Shen Peinan pressed his shoulder and said in a low voice: "You go inside and wait, I'll go and get my second brother back."

Mo Qinghe said anxiously: "I don't know her yet!"

Before the words finished, Shen Peinan had already walked away.

Mo Qinghe had no choice but to stand at the door and hesitate for a while, then took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

The interior is brightly lit, and once you step in, you can have a panoramic view of all kinds of furnishings.Contrary to the Western style of the Shen family's relatives, this hut adopts an old-fashioned style and is extremely elegantly furnished. The four walls are papered with white paper. On the wall is a scroll of a boy riding a cow. The five characters "Master of Qing Guzhai" are beautiful and gentle, and it looks like it was written by a woman.The furnishings are simple and simple, with only a low couch, a wooden table near the window, a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a gas lamp. A short-haired girl in a blue bamboo shirt is sobbing at the desk, her thin and blue hands tightly clutching a This linear book.

The window was propped up a crack, the books on the case were hung by the breeze, and the bamboo shadows swayed in the gap.

Mo Qinghe felt very embarrassed to be in the same room with a crying girl. He thought that the Shen family members were all untouchable characters, and married wives who could not be offended. Now that Shen Peinan is not here, he can't No matter how rashly he angered the other party, he even lowered his walking voice, walked closer to the girl, bowed and called Mrs. Shen, and waited quietly.

The girl heard the voice and slowly raised her head.

After seeing her face clearly, Mo Qinghe was startled, and thought she was really young, only eighteen or nineteen years old, and Shen Shuzhu was with her, just like the teachers and female students in the old school.She is not beautiful, but pretty at best, with a thin body, a small round face, thin lips, thin ears, and even a thin layer of eyelids.

Seeing an outsider enter the room, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and said, "Who are you?"

Mo Qinghe was not at ease, the girl's voice was too thin and soft, like the soft white fluff growing from the young shoots of Longjing, without a trace of the Shen family's flamboyant manner, he walked over and took out a white handkerchief Handing her to wipe away tears, he picked up a pear skin square pot on the table, touched the body of the pot, and felt that the water was still hot, so he poured a cup into the girl's hand.

He is very good at serving people, and Shen Peinan has become more and more patient during this period of time. Seeing that the girl was still crying with her head bowed, she stood aside and waited quietly. After she calmed down, she smiled and said: "I am following Shen Sanye's." He glanced at the books on the table, there was a manuscript of handwritten poems bound plainly, signed "Master of Qingguzhai: Lu Wanyi", thinking of the scene of her dispute with Shen Shuzhu just now, he felt a little Confused, he asked softly, "Should I call you Mrs. Shen Er, or Miss Lu?"

This sentence somehow touched Lu Wanyi, she closed her eyes and choked for a while, folded her hands in front of her belly, and bowed lightly: "...Call me Miss Lu."

Mo Qinghe nodded.

After saying this, it was cold.

He was actually embarrassed, this lady is too quiet, she is like a Jiangnan talented woman who came out of a classical novel, neither like the lively and generous female college students of Peking University, nor like the lonely concubine who smoked opium in a wealthy family or dated a sister The big lady who came to listen to the play together with the brothers, Mo Qinghe's character is rather straightforward, and she rarely comes into contact with such a graceful character, not to mention that she is sobbing silently, and dare not even speak loudly for a while.

Lu Wanyi looked up at the bamboo shadow on the window paper, with tears in her eyes, a dreamlike sadness emerged, and her voice seemed to be dreaming: "The Shen family only has the character of Miss Piaoping to make friends with, why should I What are you going to do, Mrs. Shen?"

Mo Qinghe didn't know what to say anymore. After deliberating for a while, she said cautiously: "Second Master Shen is very talented and learned, and I heard that he is also very romantic and affectionate..."

"It's a crane in the cloud, flying around the prime minister's house, what's the use if it's talented or not?" Lu Wanyi propped up the table with one hand, closed her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. Struggling, "Passionate? If I didn't believe in the emotions in his poems at the beginning, and thought I had met a confidant, otherwise how could I have fallen into the current situation?"

She pondered for a while, then read softly: "If you want to put your heart on Yaozheng, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?"

Mo Qinghe opened his mouth wide, looking back helplessly at the sunlight projected into the room from the door, hoping that Shen Peinan would come back soon, he thought, he is destined to have no fate with poets, or bandits are more likable.

He silently poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it one after another. Shen Peinan and Shen Shuzhu didn't know where they went, and there was no movement for a long time.

Lu Wanyi let out a sigh, and sat down dejectedly. The two of them were silent for too long, which made Mo Qinghe feel embarrassed, so she said with a smile: "I am not from the Shen family. If Ms. Lu has something uncomfortable in her heart, it is not convenient for me What the second young master said, you can tell me about it. In the past, Third Master Shen didn't like to talk. After a long time, he would tell me all kinds of nonsense. His mood has improved a lot, which shows the importance of having an audience."

Lu Wanyi glanced at him in surprise, she really opened her mouth while weeping.

Probably because she has been quiet in the mountains for too long, she is far more talkative than Mo Qinghe imagined. She talked about her old-fashioned family. Her grandfather was an old man from the Qing Dynasty. Her parents had been engaged to her many years ago. Knowing that her fiancé is a heavy smoker, she wrote articles to relieve her feelings in her depression. A friend from the newspaper office introduced her to Shen Shuzhu. He had just divorced his first wife. Openly professed love in magazines.

When it came time to talk about marriage, Shen Shuzhu bought the big smoker with a box of Yunnan cigarettes. The other party was so poor that he couldn't even afford a piece of tobacco cream, so he happily agreed to divorce, but the big smoker's parents would rather die than give up the family. Good marriage, accusing Shen Shuzhu of seducing a good woman, blocking the door of Shen's house every day to ask for an explanation, and the city was full of storms, Lu Wanyi's parents thought that their daughter was corrupting the family tradition, and said that if Lu Wanyi insisted on marrying into the Shen family, they would marry her Cut off the relationship; as for Mrs. Shen, she was hesitant about this improper marriage from the very beginning. Seeing that Lu Wanyi's relatives were making a lot of noise, she lost all goodwill.

Shen Shuzhu is a romantic and passionate seed, she doesn't want to deal with such a mess at all, and she simply throws her hands away when she feels annoyed.Forced to do nothing, Lu Wanyi found a small courtyard in Gushan and lived a life away from the world of mortals.

She counted all the sweetness and pain of being in love with Shen Shuzhu, got up and opened the window, looked at the rolling green hills in the distance with empty eyes, and said softly: "I will never compromise, let alone for him and my parents. Severing the relationship, trying to please his parents and brothers, a woman who has ruined her reputation because of love is already a heinous crime, and then she abandons her self-esteem and accepts alms from a man, isn't she not even worthy of living?"

Mo Qinghe didn't think that she belonged to the kind of people with high moral character she said, and felt that the time was extremely difficult, so she might as well go home to play cards and dance, unconsciously looked out the window, filled their teacups with water, and waited Let Shen Peinan come back to pick him up.

There was another burst of whimpering tea songs outside the window, and a group of ragged peasants walked by. Mo Qinghe asked, "What are they singing?"

Lu Wanyi listened for a while, and said: "It's "Longjing Ballad". In the past two years, there has been a movement in the city, and there are door strikes and a boycott of Japanese products. The spring tea cannot be sold, and the life of the tea farmers is difficult."

Lu Wanyi didn't want to change the subject, she turned her head, looked at Mo Qinghe with misty eyes, and said sadly: "Are you happy?"

Mo Qinghe was drinking tea from a teacup, choked on a sip of water, hurriedly took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed violently, he managed to recover, and hurriedly apologized for his gaffe.Lu Wanyi didn't mind, she fiddled with a silver bracelet on her wrist, and pulled the handkerchief through the bracelet: "I heard that the Shen family is very difficult to get along with, and the third young master Shen you were with used to be shot dead Actors have been in prison, aren't you afraid?"

Thinking of Shen Peinan's sleeping state, Mo Qinghe felt her heart warmed up, she shook her head and said, "I love him very much."

Lu Wanyi opened her eyes wide, and asked eagerly, "Then what did he do to you?"

Mo Qinghe smiled: "It's not bad, but not as I hoped."

After he finished speaking, he saw Lu Wanyi's expression mourning. She was holding a book in her hand tightly, her cuffs exposed two thin wrists like bamboo joints, her shoulders were shaking, her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry again .

Mo Qinghe secretly thought that it was not good, this is simply a spring of two tigers running away, and hastily added: "I am very content, we people are not like you, we are qualified to be pure and arrogant, we want to be popular, we rely on our appearance and reputation to attract rich people. Praise, when you have accumulated enough capital, you will be able to start a team and lead apprentices, and if you do well, you can become a celebrity, and you don't need to look at people's faces, it is a very desirable thing."

He said this, but he had a small calculation in his heart, thinking that he would bring Shen Peinan to Yan'an, to a new world, and he hoped that he could stand in front of him with dignity and tell his painful and contradictory love. Looking at him, he wanted to tell Shen Peinan that he was not a bird raised by him, and he did not need his protection, even if there was gunpowder and war ahead, he could accompany him on the journey.

Although he is still immersed in the confusion of faith and has not found the answer, he has already begun to learn to hide, and he has learned not to rush to confess his fiery and pure feelings to anyone. He took out a small mirror and handed it to Lu Wanyi , motioning for her to wipe the tears on her face, and said softly: "With the Shen family's temper, even if you carry it to death, they will not come to accommodate, at most they will forget you slowly. If you love the second young master, It’s better to enter the door, and everything can be discussed in the long run.”

Mo Qinghe raised his eyes and saw his own image reflected on the back of the mirror. The neat and beautiful young master, with a smile in his eyes, was strange and familiar, not like himself, but like his ineffective little brother.

Thinking of this, he burst out laughing.

Lu Wanyi's fair face was flushed, she was holding the handkerchief in both hands, twisting it over and over again, and said in a low voice: "No, I can never..." She stood up, leaning on the wall with her thin arms, and her blue bamboo cloth shirt was empty. Hanging flutteringly on her body, her thin shoulders were protruding, she struggled for a long time, then let out a long sigh, as if she breathed out the hope that had finally been ignited, looked at Mo Qinghe sadly, and said: " No wonder even the third young master of the Shen family who is famous for his temper dotes on you, your eyes are full of hope when people see them."

Mo Qinghe felt that this sentence should be a compliment to himself, but the overly dramatic tone made his skin crawl. He looked at the door helplessly, thinking that if the two young masters didn't show up, he would Sour here.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea will be heartbroken every night." Lu Wanyi groaned in a low voice, turning to Mo Qinghe, "I don't know how you endured it, you don't know, my mother, my father, Shuzhu The temper of not worrying about everything, his mother and father, and the big smoker, I have seen him, he was so thin that only his bones remained, he dug and collapsed the courtyard wall, looking for the big smoke ointment he hid before like a dog everywhere, I have no choice, but my heart can’t make me surrender. I’m afraid that if I surrender, I’ll sink. Like them, I’ll gradually start playing cards, gambling money, smoking opium to win opera singers, sinking into the mud just like those tea farmers outside. , you can't tell which part is them and which part is yourself..." She curled up, covered her face with her hands, raised her thin eyelids, and looked at Mo Qinghe through her fingers: "Who should I tell you?" Say, how am I to bear it?"

She was crying, and the sadness from the bottom of her heart made her overly literary language sincere. Mo Qinghe didn't dare to sit on the stool and drink tea anymore, so she had to walk over and pat her on the back every now and then.

Mo Qinghe said softly: "I know it all, I have experienced it all, and I have experienced much more than you."

He thought of the past in an instant, the struggle of being unable to get to the shore that night, the hesitation and confusion hidden in the costume, and after a long silence, he held Lu Wanyi's hand: "You can't just look in front of you, look far away. Look around, you have to keep in your heart a goal bigger than life, death, love, and self-esteem, a goal as big as the creation of the world, and you think about it, no matter how difficult the situation is, you can bear it."

The sound of bamboo and the tea-picking song can be heard outside the window. Not far away, a peasant girl with braids is looking curiously at the small courtyard. The small courtyard is elegant and clean. She is wearing a faded red dress. She was wearing a cloth gown, and the sun shone from behind her, plating the disheveled braids with a circle of light gold, and even the fluttering broken hair became golden, so warm and soft.

Mo Qinghe thought, they need such power, they need a new belief, no matter whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, whether it is an empty promise.The more painful life is, the more people struggle in their hearts, the stronger this belief will be, and in the end everything will be burned down with a destructive and thunderous spirit. People don’t need to think, and they don’t have the ability to think. Allow them to express their feelings, they just want to open their hands, full of illusory longings, to welcome the arrival of a great change.

Footsteps came from the trail in the tea garden, Mo Qinghe saw Shen Peinan's figure, and Shen Shuzhu reluctantly followed.

He didn't care about Lu Wanyi anymore, he stood up and smoothed the folds of his clothes, ran out in three steps at a time, passed through the fragrant Longjing tea canopy, and crashed into Shen Peinan's arms as relaxed as he was in Beijing. The path is narrow, Shen Peinan didn't stand firm, and together with Shen Shuzhu, he planted into the bushes with a splash, and the leaves of the tea tree fell all over his head and face.

Shen Peinan sat up, looked at Mo Qinghe who had an innocent expression on his face, raised his hand angrily and patted him on the head, and scolded: "Have you lost your mind, little brat!"

Mo Qinghe pulled the two of them up one by one with a smile, and suddenly saw Shen Peinan carrying several oil paper bags in his hand, and a huge fresh carp, with his mouth opening and closing, he blinked twice in surprise, and grabbed the fishway :"West Lake Fish With Vinegar Sauce!"

Shen Peinan carried him onto his shoulders, Mo Qinghe carried the thumping fish, he carried the thumping Mo Qinghe, and strode towards the hut, Shen Shuzhu patted the dirt and tea tree leaves on his buttocks, bowed his head After cursing for no reason, he followed behind impatiently.